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I Am a Child Abuse Survivor

Not all monsters are hiding under the bed, for many the monsters are the very ones that are supposed to love and protect. The world is a scary place for children and when they are not even safe in their own homes life is a living nightmare.
Society can be judged on the way it treats it's most vulnerable. While no one would argue that the system is severely flawed, it's not the system that failed me. It was rather the other adults that knew of the abuse and chose to turn a blind eye. As a child it made me believe that I was worthless if others didn't care then it was the only explanation. As an adult I asked those that could have helped and didn't. I was stunned by the lack of remorse, although I can now see I shouldn't have been. Looking at things now with an adult perspective it's clear how utterly selfish these people were. They didn't want to go out of their way for anything but themselves and had no problem throwing a helpless child on the alter of their own happiness and security.
My Aunt now 81 and feeble calls, she's crying because my mother shoved her. What did she expect? My mother has always been a bully she will never change and no one has ever challenged her. Her own grandchildren want nothing to do with her and she is desperate to exhibit her nastiness. As a grown woman and not some helpless child she should have said something to finally put the bully in her place, she could cut off all contact with hers sister as she is under no obligation to be a punching bag. She said and did nothing, and neither did I. Instead I was simply grateful that this was a phone call and not in person where she could see me rolling my eyes in disgust at the utter selfishness.
You may only be one person in the world, but you may be the world to one person. My life could have been so much different if just one person had cared. Keep this in mind please when dealing with children and young people.
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greenmountaingal · 70-79, F
People who murder people's hearts really don't care in the least that you think of them as monsters. They like what they do and think well of themselves. In some cases, like my own mother, they take pride in their sadism and will even brag about it on occasion. They see themselves as strong and valuable; they see their victims as weak and deserving of their sadism.

My mother once said she enjoyed watching me cry. She said, "To me, the sound of your sobs are like the sound of a fine symphony orchestra tuning up."

Never assume that these people have anything even vaguely resembling a conscience or are capable of empathy or shame. You can call them monsters but they will just label you crazy.

One of my mother's favorite sayings (from Lenin, I think):
"Fear is the great motivator."
She had a lot of highly "motivated" people in her life. If some thought her a monster she could live with it.