My brother had done something to set her off and she had chased him up the street with a broom, then came back in and trashed my room and the van with an axe.
There were no consequences for her, but we weren't allowed back in the house and she obtained restraining orders on us coming to the house. I'm still not quite sure how as I did nothing! My dad paid for an apartment and we both lived there. He would visit once a week to take us food shopping. This lasted until I was 16 and someone tried to break in while I was home alone and I rang my 17-year-old boyfriend in a panic. He came over with his dad, who sussed things out pretty quickly and I went home with them. I stayed with them for the rest of high school and college as his girlfriend initially and then as a roommate.
I am now a teacher who works with disadvantaged youth and use my experiences to inform my support for them. My brother has not coped as well (partly due to personality and also being younger than I was) and is an addict who I have very little contact with after he stole from me repeatedly as an adult.
My dad and stepmother stayed married for 20 years. He left her last year. They are divorced now and he's about to marry a Chinese lady I've never met."
"My dad was a judge and was very strict on curfews. One night, I went to a movie with a friend. My dad cruised the movie theater parking lot looking for the car I left in and blew my phone up when he couldn't find it. My friend's mom dropped us off. I had to tell him the end of 'Pirates of the Caribbean' because the movie ticket and popcorn weren't proof enough that I was there.
On the flip side, I got arrested in high school for fighting. I was PETRIFIED of what my dad was going to say and do. After I was bailed out, I was to go to his house. He was waiting in the garage as I pulled up. I walked up, expect a beating or the worst tongue lashing I've ever had.
Dad: 'Give me your car keys, you're grounded for as long as you're suspended.'
I silently handed over my keys.
Dad: 'Jail sucks doesn't it?'
Dad: 'You gonna do anything to ever go back?'
Dad: 'Dinner is inside. Go take a shower and get county off of you. I'll warm you up a plate.'
He had his moments of being a strict jerk, but he was a hippie parent compared to his WWII veteran father."
"I was not allowed to use public restrooms. I 'ruined' our Disney trip because of how many times we had to go back to the hotel (not on site) when I was 6 years old. And I quite honestly had accidents when I was far too old to do so because my parents had my teachers reporting bathroom use to them, too. There was no place I could safely use the restroom other than home without getting into trouble.
Finally, I got to use public restrooms without punishment when I went to college. I got pretty good at hiding restroom use in high school because the school refused to report it to my parents. Why did none of these teachers spot the abuse?"
"My mother became religious after I was born. I was the youngest of three kids. When I was born, my brother was 6 and my sister was 3. My mom started going to church and I was not allowed to watch or play anything involving magic because she believed all magic was demonic. I wasn't allowed to watch any Disney movies. My favorite show as a kid was 'Dragon Tales' and would secretly watch it when my mom was at work.
Growing up, my siblings watched 'Harry Potter,' 'Lord of the Rings,' etc., and I was forced to sit in another room and not watch it.
I was always angry when I got banished to the other room while they got to watch them
My mother even allowed my brother to play 'World of Warcraft' and knew there were magical elements to the game. I wasn't even allowed to play Pokémon because she assumed they were magical creatures.
My first Disney movie I saw was when I was 15 after my father passed and she tried cheering me up with 'Aladdin.' I finally saw 'Harry Potter' when I was 21."
"I was an unwanted child that my parents decided to keep out of pity, as I was always told growing up.
I wasn't allowed out of the house for anything other than school or family events. I couldn't see friends, wasn't allowed a phone until 16, which was only for emergencies and checking in when I got to school and when I left.
Everything had to be spotless and my bed had to be made by 7 am. If I did something they didn't like, I would never hear the end of how terrible I was.
Finally, when I was 17, I snapped.