One time when I was a teenager *TW* abuse/ED
I keep thinking about this and wanted to get this off my chest today. I'm sure I already told this story before but it haunts me among others. Feel free to skip
I know it sounds like "well why didn't you just go and make yourself something" because my grandmother was extremely ocd and if you moved something/anything she knew. If food was missing she knew. Everything was accounted for.
I had gotten in trouble BIG trouble because I wouldn't go with my grandmother to the store. I was tired and wanted to lay down and take a nap. For us, the punishment was literally NO food. Yes, you read that right. None of us even my own grandfather were allowed in the kitchen. SO my grandmother had full control over cooking and making sure everyone ate.
We actually had to ask her even as teenagers for food or to prepare us something to eat.
One day it was actually a week that I didn't eat at home (i got to eat at school thankfully) because I had gotten in trouble. Everyone sat down at the table and my grandmother made fried chicken and other country soul food. Because she knew it was my favorite. It was like some kind of funny joke. At first I thought it was a joke. But no they literally all sat down in front of me eating and I wasn't allowed to eat (i'm tearing up a little as I write this). My uncle wagged a piece of chicken in front of my face and they all laughed at me because I wasn't allowed to eat. It made me so mad I grabbed my uncles plate and flung it across the room.
I was sent to my room and didn't get food for the rest of the week. I even started sneaking food at night but my grandmother caught on and started hiding things better and more close to her room.
it was a Friday and i knew i was going to be hungry because It was the weekend and i could no longer eat at school. I didn't like my mom because she was an abusive alcoholic but unfortunately I had to call her and tell her what was going on and I asked her for some food. She was outraged and moved me back in with her immediately.
I know it sounds like "well why didn't you just go and make yourself something" because my grandmother was extremely ocd and if you moved something/anything she knew. If food was missing she knew. Everything was accounted for.
I had gotten in trouble BIG trouble because I wouldn't go with my grandmother to the store. I was tired and wanted to lay down and take a nap. For us, the punishment was literally NO food. Yes, you read that right. None of us even my own grandfather were allowed in the kitchen. SO my grandmother had full control over cooking and making sure everyone ate.
We actually had to ask her even as teenagers for food or to prepare us something to eat.
One day it was actually a week that I didn't eat at home (i got to eat at school thankfully) because I had gotten in trouble. Everyone sat down at the table and my grandmother made fried chicken and other country soul food. Because she knew it was my favorite. It was like some kind of funny joke. At first I thought it was a joke. But no they literally all sat down in front of me eating and I wasn't allowed to eat (i'm tearing up a little as I write this). My uncle wagged a piece of chicken in front of my face and they all laughed at me because I wasn't allowed to eat. It made me so mad I grabbed my uncles plate and flung it across the room.
I was sent to my room and didn't get food for the rest of the week. I even started sneaking food at night but my grandmother caught on and started hiding things better and more close to her room.
it was a Friday and i knew i was going to be hungry because It was the weekend and i could no longer eat at school. I didn't like my mom because she was an abusive alcoholic but unfortunately I had to call her and tell her what was going on and I asked her for some food. She was outraged and moved me back in with her immediately.
26-30, F
