Abuse
Abuse. This is going to be long, but it’s important. If you only read the beginning, I want you to know: If you are a survivor of abuse, or going through an abusive situation, you are not the abuse. You don’t have to let it define you, and while it’s hard to move on, you can. I want to end the stigma for abuse victims – which is why I’m writing this. I want there to be stigma for the abusers, not the abused. I need to practice saying, “My mother is abusive.” I don’t know why it still hurts so much so long after it happened. I know she still hates me. My dad has to be careful mentioning me to my mom or she’ll flip out. Why does it bother me so much that someone who could be so awful to me doesn’t like me? A few days ago – January 10 th , a memory popped up of a note I had typed in 2008. The gist is, I was sick. My mom was staying with me and I was doing home IVs. Keep in mind I was 21 when this happened. I packed and took my 9pm IV dose w