First off I know I was. I'm a mum now and I know these things weren't normal.
But I need to work through them. And part of that feels like telling people and facing upto the fact that my mum wasn't just 'strict' or it wasn't just 'normal back then' or 'it wasn't that bad really'.
This all happened in Primary school and first few years of High School.
The physical abuse stopped when I was about 14 and fought back.
Smacking. Open hand slaps, leaving raised red hand prints.
Smacking with objects. A paddled brush (she used to say 'get the brush') A clothes hanger. I think maybe a wooden spoon once but could be mistaken there.
Hair pulling/grabbing. Pulling me by the hair.
Pinching.
I distinctly remember she spat on me once.
Strangling. This happened quite a few times. Most memorably on my first day of High school because I couldn't find my pencil case and had no equipment to take. It made her look bad.
I was strangled against the door to the point I was in my tippy toes as she lifted me up by the neck. My sisters were screaming.
Another time I remember her pushing me on the bed and she straddled me across my chest, pinning my arms down with her knees and she used one of her hands to cover my mouth and the other to pinch my nose.
She stared directly into my eyes as I suffocated.
I'm sorry. I know it's horrible.
I was always so scared at bath times as I was scared she would drown me. I feel like she purposely poured water over my face to watch me panic but I can't prove that she just said I moved around too much.
I feel like I should hate her. But I have forgiven her even though she has NEVER acknowledged or apologised
She just vaguely said it was different back then.
(late 80s/ealy 90s)
But when I read that back. Especially the bed pinning thing I feel like I should hate her. Absolutely hate her.
I just don't have the energy to
I've been affected so much I think. I have no friends. No confidence. Not had a job in 20 years. Barely leave the house. Can't socialise.
Am waiting on an ADHD diagnosis but just been classed as depressed/anxious for years.
How could she do that to me. I look at my kids and could never