#Sibling Abuse TW

[roxie-really-hates-meanies]

There is this Quora user named Saumya Sharma. Here is the screenshot of her Quora page:

She's a bully and an overall miserable sack of shit whose only joy is to make everyone twice as miserable as herself; she even pushes away people who actually try to help her better herself for good measure. Also, she was the victim of her abusive father and, yes, she could've told someone she would trust about it and then sought help for herself, but instead, she chose to abuse her own younger brother, who was eleven-years-old at that time. Then when I called her out on it (and rightfully so), that was when she called me an "ugly waste of life" (which I'm not; I'm actually beautiful on the inside and out, but I digress) and told me to die and not to have children (not that I ever wanted kids anyway, but still).

Don't believe me? Here is her offensive comment on me (which is currently deleted, probably by the Quora moderators):

Some people say that hurting people hurt other people and they may be right.

If you use Quora and you see her, please report, mute and block her. Because she's probably going to get someone killed.

[secretsandillusions]

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Trigger Warning: This post is going to be talking about "Sibling Abuse" and the things that go along with it. If this topic - or the topic of abuse in general - is upsetting for you please move on. If you decide to move on: Have a wonderful rest of your night! If you decide to stay, you've been warned.

What is Sibling Abuse? "Sibling Abuse refers to any form of harmful behavior or mistreatment that occurs between siblings within a family. It encompasses various types of abuse including physical, emotional, verbal, and sexual abuse. Sibling abuse can involve acts of aggression, violence, intimidation, manipulation, or control exerted by one sibling towards another. It may manifest as repetitive patterns of abusive behavior or isolated incidents of harm. Sibling abuse can have profound and lasting effects on the victim, impacting their emotional well-being, self-esteem, and overall development.

Yes, some types of behaviors exhibited by siblings that might fall under those categories are normal. Teasing, for example, is common and normal between the sibling dynamic, however it can also very quickly go from fun and light-hearted to something that is to be concerned about.

This includes things like playfully teasing each other about music taste, accomplishments, having funny nicknames for one another, and just in general having a back and forth banter that doesn't delve into truly harmful insults or nicknames.

It especially stops being light-hearted teasing when it becomes one sibling insulting another, using derogatory language, when one sibling is singled out over the other(s), when it starts including physical violence such as pushing or hair pulling. It also crosses a boundary when it starts being done in the eye of the public, even if the "public" is just other family members or friends, in a way that is meant to make the victim feel humiliated.

Physical fighting out of anger - or playful fighting morphing into physical fighting - as well is not considered a healthy or normal aspect of being siblings, especially if it is consistent.

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My Story - 1

Now I wont get into every story today, this is already a fairly long post so I don't want to make it even longer, but I'll share a story I thought was completely normal until I looked into what Sibling Abuse was after hearing it during class one day.

I do want to make something clear though, something that should've made me realize this wasn't normal behavior sooner, but when you're in the situation you don't realize what exactly is wrong.

My sister was TWENTY years older than me. She was a grown woman by the time I came out of the womb basically, and obviously continued to be a grown woman as I grew up. She also was in the army and was a cop.

You might also have caught on to the "was" used to describe her that is normal in a couple places, but might stand out in another. My sister is dead. Has been for almost two years now. That is why I feel comfortable enough to be able to share what has happened to me as there is no risk of her coming across this and knowing it's me, even with a fairly anonymous account. She did have her ways, after all, though those are stories for another day.

Anyways. That background out of the way, here is story number one, though it is an amalgamation of events that happened between the ages of 9 and 13, something that stopped right as I hit puberty and just changed to something else.

The first time this happened was in private, I was sitting on my moms bed watching TV with her (my mom) and my sister and out of nowhere my sister smacked me across the chest, hard enough to knock the wind out of me, and make jabs towards the fact that I was flat chested. Obviously this was because I had yet to go through puberty so there was no estrogen being produced to promote breast growth. This is very normal. However, I didn't have this knowledge and figured something was "wrong" with me, however as a child with very, very, VERY, limited internet access there was no way for me to learn that this was normal for pre-pubescent girls.

My mom did not say anything about this, opting to just focus on her show instead of her nine year old daughter that had been hit across her chest by a twenty-nine year old woman who was vastly stronger than she was, and who was also subsequently gasping for air. I was called "dramatic" though.

This continued to happen whenever it was just me and my sister alone, though it would also sometimes happen during family gatherings or during my birthday parties in front of my friends while all the eyes were on me, such as when I was opening presents, or blowing out birthday candles.

One of these times was at my eleventh birthday party. I was running around playing with water balloons, as that's just apart of a summer birthday party when it comes to children, so my heart was already beating pretty fast and my breath already fairly short as, again, I was running around and having fun. My sister decided to join in on this fun and for a minute it was fine, and then she found me where I was hiding, trying to take a breather because my chest felt a bit funny, like it was racing extra fast compared to before, and this was new to me. She decided to smack me across the chest and make fun of me for being flat-chested. I felt my heart skip a beat.. and then another. It only skipped two and then raced a bit afterwards before becoming normal for me again. This was scary. I felt my face tingle and my left arm go numb a bit, and my pulse go crazy even after I was able to hold my hand over my heart and it felt normal.

She would always hit me with at least the same level of strength as the first time, just hard enough to knock the wind out of me and make my chest sore for a few hours but never really hard enough to leave a bruise.

Then, one day, we were in the Starbucks drive through. I was thirteen at this point and it was one of the last times she would do this as I would be hitting puberty in October of that same year as my 13th birthday.

Anyways, we were in the drive through and at the window where you pay / get your drinks. As the barista was handing over our drinks, making direct eye contact with me and smiling as she could see I was excited over my silly little Pink Drink, I suddenly doubled over in pain. I was hit in the chest, again, but this time with not as much accuracy as I was leaning forward, causing stomach pain as well as chest pain. Gasping for breath, as well as coughing and gagging. The barista didn't say anything, but then again what do you say when you witness that happening? She did look horrified though, and I'm sure that was the talk of the mid-shift for at least a few minutes after we drove off.

That time it wasn't paired with a "You're so flat", "Birdchest", or "What are you, a boy?" comment from my sister, probably because that would've been a step too far in front of the barista at the window.

Like I said, this sort of thing happened between the ages of nine and thirteen, only stopping after I hit puberty because I no longer was able to be called "bird chest" though it did eventually morph into making fun of me for still having a small chest. 34A gang, where you at?

I remember my mindset at the time - I would look at myself in the mirror before or after a shower, turned to the side and looking at myself in the mirror. Comparing my developmentally normal chest to the women around me, who had already gone through puberty, some even already having had children, and finding myself gross and weird for being so flat compared to them. Well... Yknow, no shit, I didn't look like them but how was I supposed to know that I was normal?

The kids in my class had gone through puberty sooner than I had, a lot of them quickly growing bigger chests, and eventually classmates joined in on the "birdchest" and "you look like a boy" comments my sister had been saying towards me, without them ever knowing she said that.

So for, what, four years? I had to deal with nearly-daily and sometimes multiple times a day, being smacked full force across my chest, hard enough to cause actual physical pain and shortness of breath, while being insulted for looking like a boy.

This took a toll on my health not only mentally and emotionally but physically. Not too long ago I got diagnosed with an heart arrythmia. This was something my doctor stressed as a concern in general, but even more so when I told her that the first time I noticed my heart being "weird" was back in that birthday party story I told, and it just became more common since that day, though I will say it has recently gotten better over the past few months. That being said, I didn't even know at the time, and only learned recently, that repeated, hard, impacts to the chest could cause a heart arrythmia.

I'm sure some of it is genetic, I do have heart issues that run in my family on both sides, however for it pop up this early on in life is extra concerning.

Again, I have a handle on it now, But I shouldn't have to have a handle on a heart condition at the age of 18 that, on average, happens in people in their sixties*.

I think this will be the end of story one. This is kind of a lot in general and something I should probably bring up with my therapist before the internet, but hey I told my boyfriend about (some of) this beforehand so it's fine, right?

Okay

Bye

I'll share more later - probably

*(Approximately 70% of individuals with AF are between 65 and 85 years of age - National Institutes of Health)

[sugarpasteltmnt]

"Acolyte" Michelangelo has joined the group chat

THANK U AGAIN TO @anixolt for accepting this commission request!!! Looks like 'Dino'-tello has unexpected company 👀

Hailing from his own alternate reality, "Acolyte" Mikey & his brothers had a very different childhood than the mad Dogs we all know and love. Set in a feudal Japan-esque world, Mikey and his brothers were raised under the Ninja Tribunal in a remote temple as future protectors of humanity...

However, fate was unkind to the lackadaisical Michelangelo who doubted the legend of the foretold 'Krang Invasion'-- let alone it happening much sooner than anticipated.

[link to twitter thread]

More lore below! (but heed the content warnings!!)

CW: implied family death, implied child abuse

Inspired by the 2003 "Acolyte" Arc, Mikey and his brothers were given to the Ninja Tribunal as children to raise as warriors on account of being gifted with mystic abilities; something very rare and unheard of in their universe.

Mikey was the most mystically inclined of his brothers. Because of this, he doesn't take training very seriously. He's also the oldest brother in his universe, but takes that role very, very seriously.

Splinter was their "father"... however, he was the one who gave them to the Ninja Tribunal. And they weren't exactly 'lenient' with children. Not when their purpose was to become warriors to defend the world. Because of this, Mikey hates Splinter. With every fiber in his body.

But despite their upbringing, Mikey was fun and kind.

But homie cannot cook to save his life

However, due to events during the invasion... Mikey is the last man standing. On the whole planet.

And he Snaps

With elevated powers and grief, Mikey traverses the heavens to hunt Krang and their settlements.

He uses dried Krang blood as his mask, having lost his in battle (and Krang blood dries orange when oxidized)

He dots his yellow spots with a drop of Krang blood to mirror Krang eyes. Using mystic abilities, the faux eyes can move and "look" around too. Terrifying.

However, due to classic Hamato shenanigans— 'Acolyte' Mikey may find himself drawn to a very, very different place than a Krang settlement 👀👀👀

[glitter-alienz]

mfw when I'm overworked and my younger brother is inpatient as hell :(

[TMNTOV Masterpost]

[traumatizedjaguar]

Two things you needed to hear today:

“You can’t be a good child to a bad parent.”

“You weren’t a bad child, you were reacting to your environment.”

[traumasurvivors]

If you have been abused by a sibling, that is valid.

Some people may brush off or downplay it, perhaps saying what you went through is “just normal behaviour between siblings.”

What you went through was abuse. It was “bad enough” to “really” be abuse. Don’t let people make you feel it wasn’t.

[apollosothertwin]

I think that when Lester comes to camp for the second time and Dionysus sees him he is panicking inside because this is Apollo, his big brother who has always been there for him. To see him so stripped of his power and mortal is scary. Dionysus knows Zeus goes hard in Apollo, but I don’t think he realizes the full extent of the abuse until the trials. He also knows what it it like to be mortal, because he was a demigod before ascending, but Apollo’s form is even weaker than Dionysus had ever been because he is not even half god. Dionysus also knows a lot about loss, as seen by his way of dealing with it by trying not to become attached to demigods with their short life expectancies, and he is afraid that he will lose Apollo, who has literally been around since before he was born.

[pjsk-headcanons]

Tw child abuse.

Ok so, au where shinei is a tiiny bit more abusive and actually hit his children (probably mostly Ena, Akito either gets hit by trying to stop him to go to Ena or is ignored), after one day with a crying, shaky Ena, Akito just ". Yeah no we cant stay here any longer". He leaves a note for their mom who's always arguing with Shinei and leaves

So both the Shinonomes just end up in front of the weekend cafe at 2am with like a backpack of clothes, Ken takes them in after seeing how hard Ena is shaking, her black eye and their overall tiredness.

They dont go to school that day (or night for Ena), both just pass out for the entire day after Ken makes them hot chocolate and they just. Start living there, if Shinei even tries to get them back he will unleash the wrath of Ken, Taiga, vivid street and the worst of all: Shiraishi mom.

Shinomom does go visit them sometimes, she gives Ena her art supplies and some of her plushies before Shinei destroys it.

Both of them just share An's room. Ken just went "eh Akito wont do anything with his sister right there" so he doesn't care about a guy sharing the room with An.

Kanade also gave Ena a key to her own house for when she needs to be more alone, she has some change of clothes in there by now.

-anon anon

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[pain-is-my-game]

It's terrible knowing that if I ever show sadness or show anything emotion that's not positive towards anything whether it's my fault or not I'll either get blamed for it or told that my emotions are irrational.

[box-dwelling]

Fuck man I knew aai 1-4 had MVK being dismissive and abusive to the siblings but fuck man.

Actively saying that attending his 13 year old daughters courtroom debut isn't a priority for him

Then this exchange which is prompted by nothing beyond Miles asking to do his job even using the Von Karma framing of finding perfection only for Manfred to just completely shut him down and verbally abuse him

Miles then being completely unable to respond in shame. Even though this is God damn Bratworth were talking about and in the last scene he was saying this

And then Fran coming in to desperately try and deflect her father ire to protect him

Then when she finally does convince him to let them investigate he says this

Basically actively admitting to anyone with the context we have now that he's only making Miles a procecutor to sully Gregory's legacy.

Then Miles thanking her because he saw her defelcting Manfreds abuse for him.

Just absolutely heart breaking. It really shows the dynamic at play here perfectly. He doesn't care about Franziska. He is not putting this energy into her career and only putting it into Miles' because he is using it as an avenue to abuse and control him and further enact his revenge on Gregory. And she doesn't understand why. She doesn't get why Miles gets this attention and she doesn't. But she already knows that she has to deflect his attention to protect Miles. And Miles doesn't understand how he's doing everything he can to do the right thing but is still his target. Its such a genuinely interesting dynamic where both of them think the other is the favourite. Miles thinks it Fran because he's not constantly verbally abusing her and Fran thinks it's Miles because he actually bothers to give him the time of day and is properly mentoring him. She's 13 man. She's about to become a prosecutor at 13 and he still doesn't care about her in the slightest.

Ugh Von Karma siblings, my heart

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

I want to write batfam (just core four rn) w/ their respective partners but every single ship is just

red flag x red flag

TW- Obsessive/ Unhealthy love and relationships, just descriptions though

Dick & Wally? They are the clingy toxic- what do you mean you want a seperate life/hobbies that don't involve me? The kind of people to take "Would you love me if I was a worm"? way too seriously and cry if they dont get the "right" answer. God forbid you try "I was asleep" for not texting back.

Jason & Roy? Fire meets fire, get the cops called on them at least once a week. Every disagreement is a full out brawl before long, but they always end up amping up and then patching eachother's wounds with kisses and gauze. Hard to tell if its genuine hate or flirting sometimes- maybe both.

Tim & Bernard? Stalker ship. Privacy? You mean you don't love me enough to want me to have your location 24/7?? It's a push and pull of control and constant reminders that secrets are an illusion. But they also are way too enamored with the fact someone would love them to the point of obsession to really be that bothered. "You made me a shrine?? Aww babe it even has my missing shirt, that must have been a pain to get" kinda shit.

Dami & Jon? Stubborn to the max, the couple that breaks up at least once a week and then makes up two hours later after keying a car and throwing a game system in water. Drag everyone into their fights and hold grudges like theres no tomorrow. Also god forbid trigger jealousy. Will pull the "I don't think you should hang out with them, they're not good for you" shit

Now any of these behaviors in any other context?? Fuck that. But theres something about "Is it really toxic if neither of us are innocent" kinda fictional ship that I love. Also let Batfam be fucking insane especially when it comes to their partners.

[quecksilvereyes]

oh, sister, I am sorry. your eyes are sunken and your skin is bruised. your lips are chapped, your nailbeds bitten raw. your husband's hand on your waist is a ghost's touch held by the band on your left ring finger and I-

I am dead.

I got on the train, Su. Nevermind your tears, nevermind the plea you could not shape with words, nevermind your fingers on the pulse point of my wrist. "stay", you'd said, as you have always done, dictionary in hand and baby teeth yet lodged in your jaw. "don't go where i cannot."

I step through a wardrobe and you follow, damned be reason. I slay a wolf and you follow, I cling to the little ones and you follow, I am crowned and you follow, I am-

I go past a lamp post, and you follow, damned be dread. I go to a train station and you follow, trembling hands and tender heart. I go, and I go, and I go, and you follow. Sun of my skies. Light of my life.

I go. you stop.

are we too old for stories, now? ten-and-four and ten-and-three, budding bodies and steel bones, we are cast from our home. i hold the little ones until i drown in them. you grip your skirts until no iron can press the shape of your palms from them. and you have ever been, cruelly reasonable and logically callous.

say you, glass shard eyes and rouge-red lips: we are english. we are children. she thinks she has found a magical land in the upstairs wardrobe.

say I, trembling hands and coiling guts: we are narnian. we are monarchs. if she's not mad and she's not lying, then logically she must be telling the truth.

my sister Susan, beautiful as folk tales are and twice as sharp, did you intend every invitation you took for me to twist the knife a godly animal once thrust into my guts? perhaps it was the way your eyes turned blue, or the sound of your laughter losing its bells. perhaps it was just my trembling fingers at the back of your legs, drawing stocking lines where no stockings had ever lain.

the line came out shaking, and you rubbed it off until your skin cried red. the hem of your dress still dripped wet when you left that day, turning on heels too narrow for you to walk in.

do you remember? it took you days to come home, and mother wailed for all of them. you crawled into my bed that night, as you did when we were parents to our little ones, those terrible months. your head on my shoulder, your breath in my ear, I held you until morning.

your mouth in my throat, eyes heavy with sleep, tongue heavy with champagne: we are here now. we must make the best of it. he cannot have all our lives, and all our joys. i wish you would laugh again.

doesn't little lucy, shrieking mouth and tumbling legs, laugh enough for us all?

lucy's manic. if she didn't laugh she'd cry.

i think sometimes, in the parts of my guts that are still a schoolboy, and are mean and cruel to match, that the alcohol makes you softer than the daylight ever could. i do not tell you.

i press my lips to your forehead. i wrap my arms around you. the year between us rings heavy, and when I get up in the morning, you do not follow.

I tried, Su. I did. I applied for university, I saw that girl with that smile. with those eyes. I let you take sections from the paper before I ever touched it, I held the little ones in my arms, and I made coffee in the morning. I sat all my exams.

I smiled when the little ones came back smelling of home.

Aslan's wounds, did I try. but-

I have ever been a thing made for stories. brave the way knights are, bloody knuckles and buckling pride. a horse between my calves, a sword in my hands.

I think, sometimes, that I was born for my sword, for the hollow ringing of my heart when I first held it. a part of me, even then, ten-and-three and soaked to the bone.

such bravery is not made for real world boys and real world taunts. there is a map, I think, from the summits of my knuckles to the jaws of every boy who ever looked at me and bared his teeth.

I am sovereign. I am the skies for your sun to burn in.

I am made wrong, for this england, and I cannot take this life you want. I belong, I think, into myths and legend, the star-studded shards of our home.

so I went on the train, Susan. so I died, and I named what you have chosen. so I banned you from their scorning mouths. so you grip your husband's hand, realest of us all, and you cry. you do not follow.

Forgive me.

[mother-of-houseplants-2]

fiona gallagher // the angry man in the house

[a-hobit]

"Unwelcome"! Pages 5/6/7

Thank you all for your patience😭💖!! I know it's been...ugh multiple months but I think that extra time has improved the story a lot so please enjoy! I promise the next update won't be too far off😅

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[feralboo-the-weirdo]

Being the youngest sucks.

Being the youngest is always being lonely

It's always being too young

Always the odd one out, the late one.

The last to leave, the last to graduate

The child the parents give up parenting on because they're tired

It's feeling guilty you're the youngest even though you couldn't chose your birth order.

It's the guilt that you were treated "better"

You got "more."

It's being the baby of the family and feeling suffocated in the wants your parents have for you. It's feeling like you can never leave your parents.

It's growing up too fast because you don't want to be left behind

It's hiding away your emotions because you realize no one really cares

It's trying to be the sunshine child

it's trying to be the child the parents have to do the least for.

it's watching your siblings get punished and wondering when you're next

it's feeling immensely terrified of confrontation because you're never allowed to win.

It's being left with your siblings because your parents gave up on you and being raised by them.

It's listening to your siblings emotions and feeling terrible because you can't do anything to help them.

it's feeling to young

it's feeling like you deserve to be punished for existing.

It's feeling like you're the last straw that broke your parents. That if they just hadn't had you they'd still have money.

It's feeling like you have to be there for your parents because all the rest of your siblings leave. It's feeling like a third parent.

it's watching everyone around you grow old but you're still young.

it's feeling so old but you're still young.

it's being told you're selfish when you're literally a child.

it's being told to grow up when you're a child.

It's feeling like you can't have mental illnesses because you watch the strain it puts on your parents with your siblings. It's watching your family suffer but not knowing how to help and not being able to.

It's constantly eavesdropping on accident out of habit because no one explains what's going on.

It's trying to monitor the situation so no one gets hurt.

it's feeling incredibly uncomfortable talking about emotions because you weren't allowed to as a child because they weren't "important" enough because your oldest siblings just told you "at least you're not an adult" or "it's so much easier at that age."

It's feeling like an only child after everyone moves out.

It's feeling disconnected from your older siblings, like you never had a relationship with them.

it's feeling like a burden on your parents because you're the last one.

You carry so many secrets. You know so many secrets. You don't know what to do with those secrets.

Being the youngest is not carefree. In a way, the youngest caries almost as much as the oldest.

I don't know the experience of many other youngest siblings but mine was not the carefree experience my older siblings tried to make it out to be. But I'm starting to realize my childhood wasn't exactly normal so that probably doesn't help. I don't know that most youngest siblings aren't supposed to feel like a third parent to most of their siblings at like fifteen.

Please don't hate on this post, I'm not trying to hate on eldest and middle siblings, I just want to caution you to remember that your younger sibling is going to grow up and remember the things you said to them. It's not their fault they're the youngest.

Feel free to add to this post.

[idiot-mushroom]

the angst be angsting today gents