I agree. I've only met two other people who've gone nc with their parents irl and I know plenty who complain about their families.
Neither gave details but tbh its not necessary. There was a sort of unspoken understanding not to share, not to discuss. That's when you know it's 'real'. Because it's too painful and far to big to talk about.
I have had people who have common or garden family issues probe and ask why or suggest that some of my problems might be resolved if I were to make amends with my mother. Usually, saying she brought the police and social services into our lives and I was at risk of losing my children if I'd stayed in contact is enough. People don't want to know the details then anyway.
In reality, most people try and put things right or change things and sort them out for years before going nc. Other people's first assumption is that you're dramatic or childish or you are the problem if you've made that move. That if you just talked to them and made an effort, you could put things right. You don't even realise how bad it is until you're well into adulthood.
As an adult, my mother deliberately sabotaged me, lied about me to authorities, tried to get social workers involved in my children's lives (oh the irony) because because I was an unfit mother, phoned my husband when she knew I was out to lie and try and sabotage my marriage. She was neglectful of my children (eg she once offered to pick my 5yr old son up from school (because I had a meeting in the evening) and delivered him home later than agreed at 9pm having not fed him because her partner hadn't arrived home from work and she'd felt it was important that they only eat together as a family). When I was a teenager, she locked me in the house so I couldn't meet friends, would contact them and cancel.plans I had made telling them I'd been naughty when (in reality) I was terrified of putting a foot wrong and never did anything I wasn't allowed to do but I always found myself in trouble because everything I did was wrong. After my parents split up, she screamed at me in public that I was "the whore who drove your father into the arms of another woman."
I overheard her when I was about 13 telling her friend on the phone that she didn't know what to do with me because I was out at the park drinking and having sex with boys as i always was. I never went to the park in question precisely because it was full of teenagers drinking and I was scared of them. I didn't drink until I was 18 and was nearly 20 before I had sex. I wasn't even out of the house because I could hear her. So there wasn't even a hint of truth in the lies she told about me.
In between these things, I'd tried to invite her round for dinner, arranged weekends away for us, days out. Tried having conversations with her. Was supportive when others weren't. Cared for her post operatively when she needed help.
In her/our/my case, events (i now understand) had caused her to have severe PND and rather than understand it was hormonal/circumstantial, she'd decided it was because she'd been cursed with an undeserving and unloveable child. She refused to seek any kind of therapy and she basically spent my life punishing me for my existence. She was a very complex woman with some very deep seated and complex issues. She managed to create a narrative about me from the age of about 3 that she was my victim and she rewrote and reframed everything I ever did as an attack against her. There was a complete fantasy version of me in her head that didn't match the reality of who I was in any way.
I'm very lucky that I'm still here and as functional as I am. She called the police on me when I was 10 and told them I was 'brandishing' a screwdriver at her and threatening her with it. I wasn't. She encouraged my brother to bang on my bedroom door and threaten me while holding a knife and then told me i was lucky she hadnt let him in. She locked me in the back garden barefoot and wearing a nightie in the snow. She used to get 'flashing eyes' as we called it. And there was no pulling punches when that happened. She enjoyed the cruelty.
And that's just a snapshot of 34 years of abuse. Christmases, holidays, birthdays, weekends, random days in the week... they were all marred by her behaviour towards me for 34 years.
But if I had posted on here about any of the incidents in adulthood, there would have been people who told me I just needed boundaries. You can have all the boundaries you like but they only work if other people respect them. Boundaries are about deciding what your line in the sand is they're not about controlling other people. If someone doesn't recognise or respect your boundaries and has no intention of doing so, there is nothing you can do about it.