I’m 15 and sick of dealing with everything at home.
My mom gossips, and complains, and constantly talks about how much she hates my dad. We used to fight all the time, she’d scream and curse at me. She’s been kind of disturbingly sexual towards me since I was young, maybe 11 or 12– I remember several years ago at a family dinner when she tried to explain to (preteen!) me how to give a blow job. Since then she’s done similar things, and once while she was drunk at a neighbor concert, she tried to touch my chest and thighs.
Most days things now seem okay between us, but I’m always tense, and she’ll still insult me and call me names. She’s tried to homeschool me and by brother for at least 6 or 7 years now— with time, extracurricular activities stopped, and now it’s rare for either of us to leave the house. I’ve gotten out more lately because of dentist appointments, but in the past 4 months, my brother has only left the house once.
I’m just so tired of waking up every morning to put on dirty second hand clothes and sitting across from her for hours every day. The only time I reached out to her for honest help with something (super ****ed up mental health at the time) she bought me coffee and recommended that I didn’t tell my doctor.
Every day feels hopeless, I just want to get out of here, but acknowledging that makes me feel even more guilty. I don’t know what to do
My mom gossips, and complains, and constantly talks about how much she hates my dad. We used to fight all the time, she’d scream and curse at me. She’s been kind of disturbingly sexual towards me since I was young, maybe 11 or 12– I remember several years ago at a family dinner when she tried to explain to (preteen!) me how to give a blow job. Since then she’s done similar things, and once while she was drunk at a neighbor concert, she tried to touch my chest and thighs.
Most days things now seem okay between us, but I’m always tense, and she’ll still insult me and call me names. She’s tried to homeschool me and by brother for at least 6 or 7 years now— with time, extracurricular activities stopped, and now it’s rare for either of us to leave the house. I’ve gotten out more lately because of dentist appointments, but in the past 4 months, my brother has only left the house once.
I’m just so tired of waking up every morning to put on dirty second hand clothes and sitting across from her for hours every day. The only time I reached out to her for honest help with something (super ****ed up mental health at the time) she bought me coffee and recommended that I didn’t tell my doctor.
Every day feels hopeless, I just want to get out of here, but acknowledging that makes me feel even more guilty. I don’t know what to do
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