I am 12 weeks pregnant with my second, feeling very down and thinking about life.
My mum passed when I was 15, she was troubled and wanted to be the mum she never had, but some things I am now remembering are really getting me down. I don’t know whether they’d be considered abusive, but I feel so. I can’t imagine treating my children like this.
These are just a few examples, but I’m curious to hear of this is reminiscent of a normal childhood. It wasn’t always like this, but my siblings are 20 years older than me and were also constantly fighting or arguing with me, too.
When I was around 9, maybe younger, my mum and I were at the supermarket and I really wanted full fat milk instead of semi skimmed. I must have been really adamant though I don’t remember the interaction. What I do remember is getting home, taking a sip and realising it was skimmed. Repulsed, I didn’t want it. I remember my mum grabbing me by the hair and forcing me in to a cornered kitchen unit and trying to pour this carton of milk in my mouth, since I must have demanded it, to reach me a lesson. Thinking back, this really upsets me.
Another time around the same age having watched the exorcist which terrified me, my mum ran in to my room at night and made exorcist noises before running to her bedroom and locking her door. I was terrified and banging on her door to let me in, before I started shouting that she’d lose me just like she lost her son (bad relationship) amongst other stuff in a desperate attempt for safety. Next thing I know the door flung open and she’s launched on top of me, I’m on the floor and she’s ragging my hair and hitting me. My brother had to break down the door and peel her fingers off me before I ran outside and legged it round the neighbourhood to get away.
I also remember my parents having an argument at the beach, my dad walked off so my mum got me in the car and we found him walking along a dual carriage way. She pulled over and made him get in. I remember being in the back seat with my mum speeding towards cars in front and saying “prepare to die!!” because she was so upset with my dad.