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It happened on September 30, 2022.
Earlier in the evening I had broken down privately online to people whom I thought were my friends, detailing all the verbal and mental grief I've gone through thanks to my mother at the time and how I always felt pushed out because she had her perfect golden child older son who could do no wrong. They decided to screenshot this and send it to my mother at the time, thinking I'd just get in trouble.
I was in the bathroom, just finished washing my face for the evening when I heard my mother at the time yell something indistinguishable and begin thundering down the stairs, throwing open the bathroom door screaming incoherently at me as she punched my body, my head, my back, my face. Beating me repeatedly while I cried and begged her to stop. It was like she was possessed by a demon of some sort.
My father at the time was standing outside the door listening to her beat me and let her. Once her fists got too sore, she had at that point gotten me on the floor. My head was next to the toilet bowl and the bathroom layout has the door swing into it. So now that she couldn't beat me with her hands anymore, she then used the door to smash my head against the toilet twice. Before spitting the words "you deserved that" and storming off.
Once I had picked myself off the floor, I quickly packed my school bag full of my stuff and ran out the door, with my father at the time quickly coming down the stairs and following me out the door. He wouldn't leave me alone and kept following me to the bus stop until I yelled at him to fuck off and ran. That's when he went back on his phone, and went home to console his wife.
I ran all the way to the nearby church and sat outside crying. I was out there for an hour or so, planning my suicide. I posted about half of my situation to my Snapchat and lone and behold, my savior arrives. A wonderful and caring girl I knew from the high school I went to at the time (Molly) lived a block or so away and immediately offered to come and get me on foot. This person who only knew me through school, immediately offered to take me in and keep me safe for the weekend. And I was so thankful. And I'll spend the rest of my life being thankful to (Molly and her family). Because without their intervention, I wouldn't be alive today.
She came and got me on foot and brought me home and her family welcomed me with open arms, telling me I could stay as long as I needed and that they had already set the guest bedroom up for me. I explained what happened to them and they were horrified. They gave me love, shelter, patience, kindness and understanding. I stayed there for two days before being "summoned" home by my father at the time. I knew I couldn't miss school so I had to go back to them. So once I got 'home' they decided to both corner me in my bedroom for a talk.
Luckily I had the smart inclination to start recording everything they said. This recording has brought me to vomit, to cry in anguish because of how angry and hurt I am for me as a teenager, I still have this recording to this day. I should never have been treated the way my parents at the time treated me. But you know what hurts most? My own mother's words to me, when I say that I'm going to the cops about her hitting me—
"Even if you went to the cops, I'd make sure no one ever believed you."
My own father sat there the entire time listening to her, agreeing with her. That I deserved what I got and then that it " didn't happen ", and that I need to get over myself. Then I was forced to "behave" and play happy families with my mother, other wise she'd get extremely upset and tell me to "go and fuck myself with a cactus and that I have to do as she says and I never had a choice in the matter". —————
And you know what?, I would've actually just...let it go, along with my NC with the family. But then I've been informed by several family members that my mother has told them "Oh, we just had a normal disagreement which got out of hand and I lightly slapped OP."
Specialist doctors who have been treating me and my physically/mentally debilitating, disabling chronic pain diseases, can track all the way back to the goddamn month when it began. I've had bladder issues and period issues for a long time, but I had ZERO disabling chronic illnesses until my mother at the time decided to beat me. Do you know what kind of heart wrenching pain it is to have a doctor ask you "So clearly something traumatic happened to you around August/September of 2022 according to your main surgery and ER visits. Can you remember going through anything physically traumatic?". And have to look them in the eye and say— "Oh, yeah, uh, my mom beat the crap out of me with her hands and my bathroom door."
My type of chronic pain is advanced severely by physical traumatic events. I had to have major surgery end of November 2022 which went wrong and also caused my condition to severely accelerate but I digress..
I don't blame my mother at the time for somehow 'magically' causing my condition, no, I blame her for accelerating it. Whether it would've happened eventually with another physical traumatic event or severe old age, it doesn't matter. I got hurt badly by my mother at the time and it's going to affect me physically for the rest of my life.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I haven't told this to anyone but my partner.. and it feels... relieving.. to write it down. I'm now In a loving safe environment with my partner and getting therapy to help deal with this traumatic event that happened almost 2 years ago.
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I'm sorry you had to go through that. It's really good that you're in a much better place now. I don't know what else to say but I read your whole post. I hope things continue to get better for you.
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