Yes, poor her. Just like poor her that her father SA me. And poor her that she PA me because she was "just doing what was done to her." (You know, in those times she doesn't remember.)
My family comments on my vivid memory from a young age as some kind of "bad" trait, like it's akin to holding grudges. I can describe in detail the apartment we lived in that we moved out of before I turned 2, etc.
It's funny, when I was in kindergarten, and my sister was about to be born, a teacher came to ME and said, "I bet you're so excited to become a big sister!" I distinctly remember that being the first time I felt someone be concerned with how I felt. I remember feeling kind of confused and "seen" at the same time. Someone concerned with how I felt?? Does not compute, but it felt nice.
The way my mom "taught" me was by hitting, slapping, "marching me to the bathroom" in stores to be whipped. Whipped in front of people, in public or in front of neighbors, etc. this happened a lot before my sister came along and then through the age of 12 or so. Very humiliating and much older than my peers. After I'd have been banished to my room and could often hear her in the yard talking to the neighbor saying how "when I say jump she knows to do it and not ask how high or she knows what's coming!" In her "tone." Always a tone of disgust or denigration. In hindsight she was painting a picture of what a "disrespectful bad kid" I was so no alarms would be raised, because I'm sure she thought they could hear the abuse. And they were old so they were like oh yeah you gotta discipline!
Anyway, dad was mostly gone but was present for it enough to know, and he did nothing. There were so many instances, sadistic and twisted. Not just "I did something wrong and got spanked." I would love to completely forget, get it out of my body..sometimes I can't wait to know what the next life will bring because this one is so broken.
My family comments on my vivid memory from a young age as some kind of "bad" trait, like it's akin to holding grudges. I can describe in detail the apartment we lived in that we moved out of before I turned 2, etc.
It's funny, when I was in kindergarten, and my sister was about to be born, a teacher came to ME and said, "I bet you're so excited to become a big sister!" I distinctly remember that being the first time I felt someone be concerned with how I felt. I remember feeling kind of confused and "seen" at the same time. Someone concerned with how I felt?? Does not compute, but it felt nice.
The way my mom "taught" me was by hitting, slapping, "marching me to the bathroom" in stores to be whipped. Whipped in front of people, in public or in front of neighbors, etc. this happened a lot before my sister came along and then through the age of 12 or so. Very humiliating and much older than my peers. After I'd have been banished to my room and could often hear her in the yard talking to the neighbor saying how "when I say jump she knows to do it and not ask how high or she knows what's coming!" In her "tone." Always a tone of disgust or denigration. In hindsight she was painting a picture of what a "disrespectful bad kid" I was so no alarms would be raised, because I'm sure she thought they could hear the abuse. And they were old so they were like oh yeah you gotta discipline!
Anyway, dad was mostly gone but was present for it enough to know, and he did nothing. There were so many instances, sadistic and twisted. Not just "I did something wrong and got spanked." I would love to completely forget, get it out of my body..sometimes I can't wait to know what the next life will bring because this one is so broken.