Trigger warning - very bad language. Scroll if offended.
I have no contact with a nephew I love very much. He is not the same as all of them. But there's no way on this earth I can go there again. He is beautiful inside and he's being eroded. I feel he will escape eventually. That's his journey. Like anyone else here,.it's theirs and there's nothing we can do.
I know that he knows I'm not the same. I know he knows why I can't contact his dad anymore without me saying a word. His dad will have told him many lies. I believe in time he'll realise they're lies. He already knows I'm sure. He used to tell me how much he hated his dad for hurting him so much. I had to keep it between us. I could do nothing against the system led by mother of mine. His own mum I realise also probably scared of my brother so also powerless. She has no family support and abusive family. I understand her predicament and the game she must play. Brother has a very good job. We can't win. We just sit back knowingly and I connect through my mind knowing we are not like them.
With the money stuff. It is as good as loo paper in my mind. What good is this when it's the tool to further torment. I'd rather wipe my backside now with it. See how much damage these people and their trinkets do and I would do everything to never think of it ever again. It's like a choice - my health, my mental health, my physical health, my dignity, my soul, my true nature, all my strengths, all my values, truth, honesty:compassion, empathy. I feel we are all going to be the same type of people on here being snuffed out. If I could set fire to the inheritance or any trinkets that perpetuate this, I would. I won't be anywhere near receiving anything and I really couldn't care. It's useless to me. It's mention has however been used again and again by mum in the most appalling ways. I can't even repeat it, it's appalling.
I am this week so sick,and I mean ten times more than I've ever been because the anxiety pain in my stomach has sent every autoimmune illness against me. I can't eat, I can't move. I am in crippling agony and fear from how bad my illnesses make me. My anxiety has done this. Realising they're dangerous to me in this position, because they don't have any empathy - realising no change is coming, realising I must detach completely because mother will not stop and NC with brother is just being fed through her as if he's in my life still. She's actually worse than him. It a different type though.
My own teen is part of it and going the wrong way and a problem to me also. I knew instinctively. The environment was never going to stop that anyway for him. I have tried endlessly to correct and explain toxic behaviour but I see how it's just how he is and I have to back away there.
I now for the first time realise - this is where my anxiety problems all came from. My family system. I had no idea and the narrative was always I'm over emotional,not the strong one.
I now realise I'm incredibly strong because without sounding dramatic, I should be dead based on hiw very ill I've been for so long.