Long story short, my older sibling abused me very severely when I was growing up.
I never had a close or loving relationship with my parents, they lack empathy and are emotionally distant.
I had a lot of counselling re: the abuse and the resentment I felt about not being protected (parents used to leave us children alone together from when I was quite young and go to the pub and that is when a lot of the abuse happened).
I finally spoke to my parents about the abuse/neglect and they claimed not to have a clue about any of it and were very dismissive, claiming none of it ever happened and I was unwell and imagining it (even though I had a close childhood friend who also experiened abuse by my sibling).
One incident I remember from very early on is being stabbed in the face at the dinner table by sibling - again parents claimed to have no knowledge of this incident or of any abuse.
Anyway, having a clear out in lockdown and found an album of photos my mother made for me when I had my first child. There is a photo of me and sibling eating dinner and my mother has captioned it "watch out for that knife!"
I know it feels like a small thing, but actually it's really knocked me for six.
a) that she very well knew my sibling had indeed stabbed me at the dinner table; and
b) that she thinks it is in some way funny that this happened to me and finds it an appropriate way to commemorate me starting a family of my own.
I don't know what I want from this post, really. I feel that I spent the formative years of my life being abused and the rest of my life being gaslighted that it never happened.