A story Like No Other

I haven't found an abuse story like mine yet. I was physically, emotionally, and mentally abused by my brother, emotionally and mentally by my mother.

My brother was hit by a car when he was 9. Through my mothers guilt, she allowed him to throw balls at me, whip me with ropes and sticks, tie me in my room for 8 hours at a time, punch me, drown me in the pool, pin me down on my bed or the couch, throw anything that was near him at me, burn or shoot anything I cared about (such as my dolls, toys, etc.). The whole time he was always treated like he was my father.

I was once getting whipped by a stick in the basement of my house by my brother, so I thought I would pull my pocket knife on him to get him to stop. He screamed when he saw it, and my mother ran to us and took away my knife. She then let him continue.

He beat up my friends, cousins, neighbors, my father, mother, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, pick a person. He even fought the police. My mother just let it continue. My mother would slap the crap out of you if you told anyone at school, or called the police. I use to call her mafia queen - you know: you tell, you die.

I am now an adult, and my brother is still the same (not as violent as he was, but he still has his moments). He recently threw my mom and dad around, and they are 74 & 72 years old. My mom still thinks the world of him and thinks nothing of her other 8 children. She gives him whatever he wants. He does nothing for anybody, and my mother always gets mad if you don't serve him., for she raised him thinking he is the king of the universe, and if you think otherwise, he will beat you up. It has affected his whole life and mine too.

The mental abuse is so thick in my family. My mother can't even communicate with me without mentally and emotionally abusing me.

I watched my brother beat my brother-in-law's head into a brick wall. He beat up my dad on 3 occasions. He threw his friend out of the tree fort everyday for fun. He beat my friends head into a steel door. He slammed my mom's fingers in the door, burned half her body, and threw her down the stairs. He fought with my other brother, and my other brother didn't seem to get hurt, but between the two of them, on several occasions, broke up the house fighting. He threw plates and chairs at my mom almost daily, kicked our family dog, strangled another friend half to death, threw a steel-toed shoe into my nephew's face who was 14 (my brother was 34), just to name a few of things I have seen.

I am 12 years younger than my brother. I remember when I was 8 years old, I was called a "bastard" so much I thought it was a word to greet someone. My dad came home from work and we were getting ready to go to my aunt's house for dinner and what not, so I said, "Sure bastard." My dad freaked and left me home while everyone else went to the party without me. I stayed home alone. All this doesn't even touch everything that has happened to me.