lizzie09
May 18, 2009, 09:25 AM
Basically, this last year is the first time in a long time (about a decade) my brother and I were civil. Mostly I just ignored his presence entirely (it worked pretty well all through middle and high school). Unfortunately, my mother still got/gets really upset about how we don't get along.
Starting with when I was 9 years old, he would physically and emotionally abuse me. In the 4th grade, my friend had to help me get dressed for swimming at school because both arms and shoulders were so bruised I couldn't pull a shirt over my head without tears welling up. He used to randomly launch attacks when I was just sitting at the table reading and having a snack after school. I always had to hear how I was fat, had no friends, was ugly etc. This was usually followed by a statement that he was going to kill me since I was "a stupid little c*nt/ that no one likes" and me getting thrown to the ground, kicked, and my book/snack getting mutilated. He would always be nice to me when my parents were around, but the second they left he changed. Needless to say, they (especially my mom) generally believed him when he would go to them with stories about how we were fighting because I "didn't answer" him. I always answered... and my mom always told me "it takes two" and that she "knows how I am" (she thinks I'm a that doesn't answer people).
It was so bad I was going to kill myself when I was 10 (I got the idea from him after he strangled me and everything was going black)--I didn't because I didn't want to upset my parents--and started cutting (didn't work, by the way) and was all but anorexic. From the time when I was about 9 until I was 15 or 16, I literally had trouble sleeping in my room. My mind managed to convince itself that someone materialized in the dark corners to kill me. My heart would be racing, and I wouldn't move a muscle in bed. To this day, I still sometimes compulsively check the closet before going to bed (I know... pathetic).
I am now 20, and my brother is 23. My mom still reads into my lack of excitement and carefully cultivated neutrality. Apparently my inability to get excited for his college graduation is me being jealous and petty. Not really, by the way. I'm at college studying biology for pre-med... and will be graduating in 2 years myself. I don't really care if he graduates or not.
She still gives me random little talks about how I should really be nicer to him.
I can't just leave (no matter how tempted I am). They're paying for college, and I generally love my parents otherwise... They're two of my favorite people.
Any advice on how to deal/get my mom to quit with the lectures?
Starting with when I was 9 years old, he would physically and emotionally abuse me. In the 4th grade, my friend had to help me get dressed for swimming at school because both arms and shoulders were so bruised I couldn't pull a shirt over my head without tears welling up. He used to randomly launch attacks when I was just sitting at the table reading and having a snack after school. I always had to hear how I was fat, had no friends, was ugly etc. This was usually followed by a statement that he was going to kill me since I was "a stupid little c*nt/ that no one likes" and me getting thrown to the ground, kicked, and my book/snack getting mutilated. He would always be nice to me when my parents were around, but the second they left he changed. Needless to say, they (especially my mom) generally believed him when he would go to them with stories about how we were fighting because I "didn't answer" him. I always answered... and my mom always told me "it takes two" and that she "knows how I am" (she thinks I'm a that doesn't answer people).
It was so bad I was going to kill myself when I was 10 (I got the idea from him after he strangled me and everything was going black)--I didn't because I didn't want to upset my parents--and started cutting (didn't work, by the way) and was all but anorexic. From the time when I was about 9 until I was 15 or 16, I literally had trouble sleeping in my room. My mind managed to convince itself that someone materialized in the dark corners to kill me. My heart would be racing, and I wouldn't move a muscle in bed. To this day, I still sometimes compulsively check the closet before going to bed (I know... pathetic).
I am now 20, and my brother is 23. My mom still reads into my lack of excitement and carefully cultivated neutrality. Apparently my inability to get excited for his college graduation is me being jealous and petty. Not really, by the way. I'm at college studying biology for pre-med... and will be graduating in 2 years myself. I don't really care if he graduates or not.
She still gives me random little talks about how I should really be nicer to him.
I can't just leave (no matter how tempted I am). They're paying for college, and I generally love my parents otherwise... They're two of my favorite people.
Any advice on how to deal/get my mom to quit with the lectures?