I'm just reflecting a bit. I'm the youngest of 8. I remember as a child and a teenager. Pretty much all of my childhood being spoken over . I could never finish a sentence people constantly projected their voice and spoke over me. I mainly remember my older brother doing it mostly . He was always using his deep voice over my smaller voice. I was actually sexually abused by him. I wounder if there's a link.
I remember went on a talking strike it went on for quite a long time well couple of months at least. I would only give 1 word answers to everything. Even at school. I totally withdrew into myself.
I kept taking like mini overdoes of paracetamol. Up to 20 tablets . Nothing ever happend. I was just sick and felt awful
Obviously I started talking again. I think it was after my parents split up . The older siblings went their own way . And in the end it was just me and my dad. I think that's when things changed for the better. He was the best dad in the world. Lots of stuff Came out that he had not known. It broke his heart.
Fast forward to today . And I'm still effected by people talking over me. My teen ager is always doing it and I hate it so much. He says because he knows what I'm going to say . he really does not. But even if he does. I told him I have a right to finish my sentence. But he does not get it. Others do it to.
It makes me feel churned up. And like I don't have a true voice. And think it will be with me all my life.