My DD is 15. By the time I was her age I was dealing with a drunk, violent alcoholic mother and I’d been hit with all sorts, knocked out, had my ribs broken. If I tried to walk away I’d be dragged back by my hair. She would also grab my arm in a fit and dig her nails in until my arms bled.
I was constantly told she’d leave me and take my brother. I was mocked constantly about everything.
I couldn’t even make a phone call, she’d grab the receiver and slam it down and go off in another violent rage fit.
Because my dad (divorced) treated me better than she did she’d imply there was some sexual interest. She lied to our wider family to make out like I was some kind of demon child.
I cooked dinner for me and my brother from age 10. Had to do all my own washing and ironing. She gave me no pocket money so I couldn’t go out.
She’d play music loud until 1/2am a few times a week and would refuse to turn it down even when I said I couldn’t sleep and had school the next day.
She never showed me any affection and never said she loved me.
She died when I was in my 20s.
I never thought about it really until my DD became a teenager but it’s really hit home the last couple of years. I can’t imagine how anyone could do that. All I feel is overwhelming sadness that nobody saw how shit my life was or helped. If social services knew I could have had a better life.
So I spent my DDs life making sure I’m the exact opposite of what my mother was. I had a therapist who told me that breaking the cycle was partly to do with emotional intelligence but im not sure I believe that, I actually don’t think my brain developed in the way that it should due to abuse because even in my mid 30s I don’t think I experience normal emotions.
But I’ve never hit my DD. Or put her down. Or been drunk around her. She is happy and a wonderful kid and I tell her I love her and hug her several times a day. So no, even with the worst kind of abuse, you don’t have to continue the cycle.
Like PPs she claims to have had an abusive childhood but her siblings deny that and didn’t abuse my cousins, so who knows.
Quite cathartic to write that down, I’ve never got it all out before.