Over the past four years this has made recovering from depression, self-harm, anxiety, and an eating disorder very difficult. I love both of my parents dearly but it’s hard to feel that way when my dad makes me feel worthless and then my mom has to do damage control. Many times growing up my dad told me that I was “bigger than the other kids.” Not meaning that I was taller, but that I was fat. He wouldn’t let me do any of the sports I wanted to do because I was fat. My mom would then try to tell me otherwise and say that he didn’t mean it. My dad isn’t physically abusive anymore but for sure psychologically/emotionally abusive.
Because I still live with my parents, I still have to experience this at least once a month. Like today my dad yelled at me on the phone because I didn’t leave soon enough to pick up my mom from work. I still would’ve made it there by the time she got off with out speeding but he decided that it would be best to make me feel bad about it. Sorry, I didn’t realize what time it was. But it’s okay for him to pick me up late from appointments and school when he just forgets or decides to take a nap. Also, he gets all bent out of shape when my mom and I have our phones on silent or vibrate and we don’t hear them. There was once he just started yelling at me when he came home, not even saying what for and then finally saying that he called and that it’s unacceptable for him not to be able to get in contact with me. I guess he forgets that I go to school and that I can’t have the ringer on during the school day at that I forget to turn it back on when I leave school. 95% my phone is on vibrate because I am in a place where I can’t have the ringer on. He calls once and doesn’t give any time for us to try to call back and just assumes we are ignoring him when in reality we might be in the bathroom or charging our phone in another room. But, he does this all the time. We call him 5 or 6 times with no immediate response and then we wait and wait for him to respond. We send text messages and leave voice mails and get nothing. But if we come home and start yelling at him for it he tells us that it’s not that big of a deal and that we shouldn’t be upset about it. And it turns out that his phone is on silent, in the car, or dead.
My dad used to tell me that I was ungrateful for everything that I had. This would usually come after me trying to get him to pay attention to me or if I was upset about something. If I complained about not being able to go outside and play with my friends, he would lecture me about how I needed to be grateful for the things I had. When in reality I could’ve cared less about all of the stuff he bought me when all I wanted was for him to tell me that I did a good job in school, or coming to my swim meets, or just to be able to talk to him without it turning into a lecture from him.
The only person at home that I can talk to about how I’m feeling without being told how to feel, is my mom. If I tell my dad that I’m feeling anxious, he tells me that there is no reason for me to be anxious. Yes because I can totally just flip some magical fucking switch in my brain and turn that off. My mom struggles with just letting me vent but she’s improved a lot with it. There was once that I completely took my anger out on my mom and I yelled at her and said some mean things (which she knew I didn’t mean because she knew I was not mad at her). My dad then told her that she shouldn’t allow me to talk to her like that because it’s disrespectful. My mom tried to explain that it’s not that I’m being disrespectful, I was upset and needed to get it out using my words instead of cutting myself. But all he cared about was that I was being disrespectful. Another time was after I came home from the hospital and my social worker told me to talk to my dad about how he makes me feel using “I” statements because my emotions are what I feel and no one can tell me how I should feel. So I was explaining this to my dad and he said “Weeeeelllllll…that’s not true.”
Basically in my dad’s eyes I’m not allowed to make any mistakes and if I do (no matter how small) I need to be reprimanded. I am disrespectful, I am ungrateful, I’m fat/”bigger than the other girls,” I should not feel the emotions I do, he can tell me how to feel, and I should not talk about my feelings with my mom.
I realize that what he is doing is abusive and I’ve known this for a while. Child Protective Services (CPS) has been to our house multiple times and my dad would of course behave himself and tell us that if we really think that he doesn’t love us that he hopes they would take us away. He always pushed the blame on us that the reason CPS kept coming was because we didn’t know how to keep our mouths shut and that everyone doesn’t need to know our business.
The interesting thing out of all of this is the way he treats my nephew. He treats him as if he could never do anything wrong and never yells at him when he gets in trouble at school or when he’s actually being spoiled brat. There’s always an excuse my dad comes up with for him. In no way is my dad abusive towards him, only towards me and my mom.
Every time something like this happens it’s a set back for my recovery. I keep telling myself that it’s not true, but it’s hard because memories and feelings from those memories come back. And I go back to wanting to self-harm. I begin to stop eating because I keep feeling that I’m fat. I go back to wanting to kill myself because I feel so worthless. I went for a walk after my dad hung up on me and it was so tempting to just take one step in front of a moving car, because I knew that if something happened to me my dad would feel so bad for the way he treated me and for being so upset over something so small. I was so angry with myself because I kept telling myself that it was my fault. I should’ve paid closer attention to the time, I’m such an idiot, I can’t do anything right, and I just wanted my mind to stop and I wanted to stop feeling. So I stopped walking, sat down by the lake and just sat.
I am really looking forward to going to University and living on campus because I don’t have to come home, I don’t have to talk to my dad, and mostly I won’t live in this environment. Dad’s are supposed to show their daughters what kind of person they should marry, but my dad has shown me the opposite. University has a whole new set of experiences and challenges but I’m pretty sure that it’s going to be better than being at home.
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