Mmmm if I cried when being abused my Father just swore at me. He had no compassion, only for himself. There are so many cruel stories involving him, but when I was young I had to have a serious emergency operation because I had an Ovarian Cyst and threatened burst appendicts.
Approximatly a few months earlier, the night before I was due to leave home for Uni at 18, and never having been ill before, I woke up with an incredible sickening pain in my tummy. I tried to be quiet as it was the middle of the night, but on stumbling in agony to the bathroom to be sick, I woke my Father up.
I must have been whitefaced from the pain, which was probably the Cyst already growing inside me. I said' or probably gasped ' I am sorry, I'm sorry and he screamed at me that ' I was a selfish Bitch' etc. I can remember wishing that I was dead. I sat in the bathroom until the pain subsided and just stayed up all night.
I was so glad to get away.
I just can't imagine speaking to my own DC's like that. I have never sworn at them or called them names or sneered at them.
What was wrong with my Father that he thought it was Ok to treat someone like that ? He would maintain that he wasn't abusive because he didn't hit us. But he was. Shouting and sarcasm and sneering are definately involved in emotional abuse. My sisters and brothers all loathed him.
At least I was able to tell him what I thought of him before he died. He wasn't going to admit anything though. He said in response to my outpourings , I forgive you' WHAT!
I did have something to say about him saying that, but years of bullying take their toll and I am soft hearted, so he didn't really get his comeuppance.
Anyway, I try not to dwell on it now because I don't want to waste time thinking about him, and it is no good looking back.
Counselling and a Mindfulness course have helped me come to terms with my miserable childhood.