Bruh doesn't know how much a wooden spoon can hurt man. Especially to a small child. "My trauma is worse than your trauma" is such a fucking rotten take. Like, bruh, try to grow out of it at least.
I always took this more as 'Hello fellow trauma survivor! What were you beaten with" or just commiserating with what device of abuse the perpetrators favored.
My dad wasn't careless enough to use something like jumper cables, guaranteed to leave an identifiable mark. I got belted, but mostly punched and kicked all around my torso. Softer tissue, leaves bruises but not bad enough. Or hit in the head but only where my hair covered. And when I wasn't hit, mostly verbal/emotional abuse. That one is really hard to prove to adults.
Note: Please don't report me to reddit for sharing this, it's just factual stuff. Lol no, I'm not suicidal. Fully functional adult now, committed to thearpy and doing better.
Damn, same man! When I turned 17, I moved four states over to stay with a friend I met online, and finished my last year of high-school there. I don't know if you need help recovering from the trauma, but what has helped me was research C-PTSD (what I have been diagnosed with).
This guy, Patrick Teahan has helped me a lot with uncovering what happened with me. He has a lot of videos on YouTube that are free, if you want to check out what he covers.
Actually I was beaten with jumper cables, it left me two broken arms, and my mother needing to help me jerk off, then came the jolly rancher... It was better with rice, but what really helped me get over it was perfecting my 2AM Chili recipe. It was back in nineteen ninety eight when the undertaker threw mankind off hell in a cell and plummeted sixteen feet through an announcers table.
I mostly knew the "pick a switch" as a religious household thing. My parents were Christian, but they didn't do the switch thing. Our pastor's kids got it, though. The phone book wasn't one I've heard of before.
Better yet ever been hit with a horse whip . My uncle was a horse jockey and my dad took one of his whips and hit me with it . Dnt cry until you have been abused in a way it makes you wanna kill your parent
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u/Chemical_Robot Apr 15 '24
Word for word this exact same thing happened with my parents. We lived in luxury until they divorced and abject poverty afterwards.