It’s so strange going so long in life and coming to the realization that you have an abusive parent. I think because it’s all verbal and mental, it’s been harder to truly see. But now as a 19 year old, I see, my other parent sees, and my siblings see. It’s really strange. Whenever I saw other people who were abused in some way, my first reaction was and still is to tell someone, and I always found it sad and strange that the abused people never told anyone. But here I am, living everyday with an abusive parent, and I’m probably never gonna tell any of my friends or family outside the household. I’m not at risk of getting beaten, and the children aren’t neglected physically, so I’m not gonna call cps. I’m just going on in life. It’s really weird to think about. It’s still weird saying I have an abusive parent. I always looked at other mental abuse and called it abuse. But when it came to my family I always said that that is not us. But it is. But I’m still going on.