When I was 14/15, My step mom found my diary and read it out loud in front of my brother. They both laughed as I pleaded for her to stop. My enabling dad told me to find a better hiding place. My thoughts weren’t even safe.
Whoa! Mine did the same thing to me. She would take her entire hand and arm and push everything off my dresser. She would then tell me to clean it up. It was devastating.
My mother wound listen in on my phone conversations, open my mail, make return phone calls from voice messages left for me, if I brought myself something and she liked it, she would take it, if I was on the house phone talking to my friend, she would hang up the phone or scream in the mouth piece and then hang up the phone, snatch it out my hand and then call her friend. Once when I was trying to buy my first car, I had already made arrangements with the owner, they called and left a message. When I got home my mother told me they called and she told them that I had lied to them and didn’t have the money to buy the car. I was a hundred bucks short but I got paid that week. I called them back but they never picked up the phone because of my mother lying on me.
Yuuuup. The bedroom doorknob was completely removed. My mother read my journal, beat me up (not super bad, though), dropped me off in a strange city, and left me there on the street in the dark. She never did give my journal back to me lol. I suspect I wrote about her abusive behavior, her weirdo pedo boyfriends and such. At that point in time, my mother had “married up”, so to speak, and I think she didn’t want her new husband to know certain things I likely wrote in there. I was 12. Aaanyhoo. Thanks for giving me a space to sort of unburden myself. I dig your content. Keep up the great work! Love and courage to anyone reading this who can relate ♥️
I’m 52, and still apologize for “being in the way” and ask quietly for permission, understanding, and space to be myself in the same way I unconditionally grant them the right to their own autonomy. The conversation invariably plays out as you might expect lol 😆 🤷♀️🩷
“I’m always listening to you”, “I’m always watching you”! Literally, not figuratively.
When I was 14/15, My step mom found my diary and read it out loud in front of my brother. They both laughed as I pleaded for her to stop. My enabling dad told me to find a better hiding place. My thoughts weren’t even safe.
Cruel.
Same here and at the same age.
My mother used to come in my room and open all the dresser drawers and just throw my things out onto the floor. Before I even got out of bed.
Whoa! Mine did the same thing to me. She would take her entire hand and arm and push everything off my dresser. She would then tell me to clean it up. It was devastating.
What personal space? 😅 My family home was like a bus stop - people coming and going, people dropping in to say hi, chat & eat.
My mother wound listen in on my phone conversations, open my mail, make return phone calls from voice messages left for me, if I brought myself something and she liked it, she would take it, if I was on the house phone talking to my friend, she would hang up the phone or scream in the mouth piece and then hang up the phone, snatch it out my hand and then call her friend. Once when I was trying to buy my first car, I had already made arrangements with the owner, they called and left a message. When I got home my mother told me they called and she told them that I had lied to them and didn’t have the money to buy the car. I was a hundred bucks short but I got paid that week. I called them back but they never picked up the phone because of my mother lying on me.
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Yuuuup. The bedroom doorknob was completely removed. My mother read my journal, beat me up (not super bad, though), dropped me off in a strange city, and left me there on the street in the dark. She never did give my journal back to me lol. I suspect I wrote about her abusive behavior, her weirdo pedo boyfriends and such. At that point in time, my mother had “married up”, so to speak, and I think she didn’t want her new husband to know certain things I likely wrote in there. I was 12.
Aaanyhoo. Thanks for giving me a space to sort of unburden myself. I dig your content. Keep up the great work! Love and courage to anyone reading this who can relate ♥️
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They took my door and recorded the phone
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I’m 52, and still apologize for “being in the way” and ask quietly for permission, understanding, and space to be myself in the same way I unconditionally grant them the right to their own autonomy. The conversation invariably plays out as you might expect lol 😆 🤷♀️🩷