@AlexaShutUp
Also, the us-and-them distinctions made on this thread are noteworthy. It would be best not to assume a 'we'. I'm white and sympathise with the OP.
Yep, same here.
When people say let's not make it about us and them, they are usually speaking from a position of privilege. It's easy to ignore the concerns of a disadvantaged group when you are not affected by them.
Since that's after my asking not to make it us and them, and you're suggesting I come from a place of privilege, pull up a chair and let me enlighten you and show why that is a bullshit assumption
I am a survivor of domestic and child abuse. I was mentally abused by my parents, but especially the female I was forced to refer to as my "mother"
My "father" would know she was lying but yet, for his own sake or she would make him miserable, he thought nothing of being violent towards me from as young as I can remember. Instead of putting me, his child, first, he did it for his own quiet life.
As a result of their combined abuse, I tried to kill myself, several times, between age 14 and 17.
I ended up in an abusive relationship after I ran away from home at 16. I became a substance misuser to blot out the fact my life, for as long as I could remember, had been one of violence and fear.
I met DP when I was 18 and he turned my life around. I was so conditioned to do as I was told and not make decisions for myself because apparently I was stupid and thick and unworthy of choices, I would ask him permission to eat and to buy food in the supermarket that he didn't like. He would laugh and say I could buy what I wanted but I would get panicked that actually, when I got back to my flat, he may teach me a lesson (he never has and never would). I lived in constant fear for so long.
I'm 40 now and he has made me into a fully functioning human.
Do you know why I was never taken into care? Despite the concerns of my teachers over years? Because the bruises were always hidden, and I didn't dare show them. But even so, I was damaged by the mental abuse alone, that teachers, more than one, called social services.
But what caused me to be left with these sick fuckers, was the fact my parents were married. They didn't wear sportswear. They owned their home. They both had good jobs.
They didn't fit the narrative of bad parents. So apparently, I was a liar and made to go to child psychologists. I was called an actress. And an attention seeker.
Years later, I asked for a full investigation into why I was let down and that was the conclusion. I read paperwork that said parents are "well dressed and spoken, married and homeowners" so "very little chance of abuse due to their position".
Sorry to write this here. But I'm sick of every time someone begs for us all to work together, that to work against each other gives the people who want to remove our rights the opportunity to do so, I get told I'm "coming from a place of privilege".
Am I fuck to put it mildly.