I Hate My Parents—and I Hate Myself Because of It

Dear GoodTherapy.org,

I’ll just say it: I hate my parents with every fiber of my being. I’m pretty sure they hate me, too. My dad beat me almost every day when I was little, and never had anything nice to say when I was growing up. He was always on drugs, burned me with his cigarettes, told me I was garbage. Which is exactly what I felt like. My mom stood by and let it happen. He hit her too. I watched it happen. She took it out on me. She wouldn’t even let me eat some nights. I wish I had reported them, but I never did. I was too afraid of what would happen to me.

I am 27 now, and until last week I had not talked to either of my parents in years. Then, out of the blue, my mom calls me. I hung up right away. She’s called me twice since, leaving messages saying she hopes I’m happy. She said she thinks I should forgive them and doesn’t understand why I won’t talk to her. I’m like, “Really?”

I don’t know why she’s suddenly interested in my life, but I don’t care. I’m not one of those people who thinks just because you accidentally got pregnant and had a kid, your kid owes you something. I had terrible parents. I had the worst childhood you can imagine. I don’t want to be my parents’ son anymore. I don’t want anything to do with them. I don’t see that ever changing, either.

I know hate is an ugly word. Article after article says it’s “unhealthy” to hate and that it’s “healthy” to forgive. But I hate my parents. I can’t forgive them. And what’s worse is I hate that I hate my parents, which makes me hate myself. I don’t know what to do with that except what I’ve always done: nothing. —No Love Lost

Dear NLL,

I’m sorry to hear about what sounds like an awful childhood. In some ways, the blaming and emotional abuse you experienced may be even more impactful than the physical abuse; scars that remain invisible often take the longest to acknowledge and heal.

You mention reading about how it’s “healthy” forgive one’s parents, let go of the past, etc. Whenever I’ve talked with people about some of their overwhelmingly toxic parents (yours appear to fit in that category, I’m afraid), I’ve had cause to doubt this maxim profoundly. In some cases, we may be unable to forgive until there has been some parental or caregiver recognition of the abuse and suffering inflicted upon us. Furthermore, an ongoing lack of recognition of abuse or neglect indicates the toxicity persists. Setting a boundary, as you have, is reasonable and may in fact be the safest way forward.

Whatever your mother’s reasons for wanting to connect with you, she cannot reasonably expect to set the terms of any relationship with you. The terms are yours to define, and she needs to respect them, even if it means no contact.

Emotional experience is subtle and complex. It’s possible—through therapy and other avenues— to simultaneously heal wounds of the past and set boundaries with toxic others. It is vital to acknowledge your emotional authenticity and experience, however painful or awkward. Otherwise, your psychological agency is in danger of becoming fractured, dissociated, or radically undermined.

This brings to mind a person I worked with many years ago whose mother actively intervened (starting in elementary school) to ruin her son’s friendships with others because she felt no one was “good” or “pure” enough. The way she “protected” him was to gossip behind his back to teachers and his friends’ parents about what a untrustworthy and generally nasty kid he was, going so far as to whisper in the ear of the local pastor to keep an eye on her “wayward” son. This awful behavior had the desired effect: the friends he wanted were told by their parents to stay away from him, and he grew up with insecurity issues that led to drug addiction.

When he grew older and entered therapy, the son fiercely resented his mother’s behavior (while struggling with guilt over “hating” her) and refused to comply with her demands that he write and call her regularly. He came to recognize her chief aim was to isolate him—a classic abuse technique—so he might become a surrogate “friend” and stop trying to have his own life. Her alcohol-addicted husband worked long hours, and when home he remained locked in his den watching television, sipping booze. Unable to address her husband, she directed her rage at her son and essentially held him hostage with her manipulations and subterfuge.

A couple of years ago, I had the good fortune of studying with a longtime psychoanalyst and mentor. I asked about forgiveness of one’s parents as a “must.” You see, I had inadvertently caused some controversy in one of my doctoral seminars after reading an article by a psychoanalyst who felt that forgiving one’s parents was a sign of maturity; I disagreed, as I felt there could be no global rule about forgiveness as it pertains to one’s parents, and clashed with my fellow students and instructors.

My mentor waved off this “doctrine” in no uncertain terms. “Why do you have to forgive your parents?” he wondered aloud. “I’ve never been a fan of that idea. Especially if they were horrible to their kids. Am I going to tell a woman who experienced incest with her dad, with a mom who denied such things ever happened, ‘get over it’ or ‘move on’? Of course not. And anyway, do we really want requirements of the people we help? What do we do if they can’t or won’t forgive? Refuse to see them? Give them moral instruction? That’s repeating the very abuse they’re trying so hard to escape.”

All of this is a way of saying this: Do what feels safe and right to you. Keep your boundary. The fact you took the time to write means there’s some part of you that treasures your own preservation and well-being; trust your instincts! Also, the fact you have set a boundary and had such a human, understandable, and honest reaction to your mother’s recent contact tells me you’re probably the healthiest person in your family. The healthiest person is often the first to seek therapy, as it turns out.

I have discovered over time that the kind of harsh and unspeakably cruel treatment you received may impact a person in a way that can be hard to assess without empathic observation and support.

Speaking of which, I would encourage you to seek a counselor, preferably one who can address the psychodynamics of such pernicious abuse. The damage can be very subtle. I discovered over time that the kind of harsh and unspeakably cruel treatment you received may impact a person in a way that can be hard to assess without empathic observation and support.

You might say the vulnerable part of us, which we have to hide or “put away” in an abusive context, inevitably emerges as we try to fulfill our hopes and goals for an authentic life, especially in regard to relationships with others (sexual/romantic, friendships, even educationally or professionally). Sustaining hope means remaining vulnerable. Some people end up sabotaging their own hopes, or withdrawing from life, due to the savagery of past suffering. Finding a competent healer might be the most loving thing you could do for yourself.

Hating your parents is one thing. Hating yourself for hating them is quite another. You clearly don’t deserve that burden. A competent therapist can help you recognize and have compassion for the forces at work in your self-directed misgivings.

One final note: Are there are any other family members you can talk to who “get” your experience and can validate it? A cousin, aunt or uncle, even close family friend? The son I spoke of earlier had an aunt who was far more balanced than his own mother, and he and his aunt developed a fairly close rapport. The aunt validated his experience as real, which was an important aspect of his coming to terms with his experience and moving forward.

I hope this has been helpful. I further hope you are able to find the peace so unfairly denied to you by your parents.

Kind regards,

Darren Haber, MA, MFT

Darren Haber
Darren Haber, PsyD, MFT is a psychotherapist specializing in treating alcoholism and drug addiction as well as co-occurring issues such as anxiety, depression, relationship concerns, secondary addictions (especially sex addiction), and trauma (both single-incident and repetitive). He works in a variety of modalities, primarily cognitive behavioral, spiritual/recovery-based, and psychodynamic. He is certified in eye movement desensitization and reprocessing (EMDR) therapy, and continues to receive psychodynamic training in treating relational trauma, including emotional abuse/neglect and physical and sexual abuse.
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  • Lauren


    May 6th, 2017 at 7:45 AM

    This is all on them.
    Don’t let their actions from the past have to make you unhappy today.
    If you are happier in your life without them in it, then that is the path that you should pursue.
    Yes it would be great if everyone could have an awesome relationship with their parents, but those are not the cards that we have all been dealt.
    I say that you have a lot of crap from the past that you have to work through, and if that includes doing that without them, then so be it.

  • Josiah Asamoa

    Josiah Asamoa

    May 9th, 2020 at 9:52 AM

    I am not going to forgive my mother

  • Josiah


    May 9th, 2020 at 9:55 AM

    I change my mind I am going to forgive my mother I do not even care she is drunk and she is so mean

  • Darren Haber

    Darren Haber

    May 6th, 2017 at 11:39 AM

    Thx Lauren! 👍🏻

  • Frances


    May 8th, 2017 at 7:50 AM

    I understand the feeling of guilt, because after all these are your parents and you feel in some ways that you owe them love. But do you really? especially after the pain that they have caused you? I don’t think so. The guilt should definitely be felt by them, because why even become a parent if this is the best that you can do for someone?

  • Kristen


    May 9th, 2017 at 12:54 PM

    This was a helpful post. I am trying to learn that it is ok to not forgive my parents . Also, finding validation is very important, unfortunately my sister has been in total denial since our mother died. I can’t pretend.

  • susie


    May 10th, 2017 at 7:15 AM

    I grew up with a not so great relationship with my own parents and as a result I don’t think that I have the best one now with my own children.
    I am not trying to use this as an excuse but when you have never really been shown how that role should function one should understand that it is hard to know how to even behave when you become a parent yourself.
    I am trying to do the work that is needed to encourage some healing, but I know that it is going to take some ti,me and I am always afraid that my kids are one day just going to give up on me.

  • Tbrok


    September 21st, 2017 at 6:09 AM

    How I know this. My father was/is a white collar workaholic, as the eldest son I got the sharp end of his rage and frustration- some nasty physical abuse but only a handful of instances that I remember. Far worse is the mind games, bullying and ego smashing. Classically trying to isolate you, belittle you, make you doubt yourself. I am left with a sea of rage towards them. I hate them. I felt like such a **** up growing up and half or more was the way those nasty psychopaths treated me. Every single friend I ever had instinctively knew something was wrong with them, didn’t want to be in the same room as them, they could smell what nasty pieces of work they were. There’s no consistency, there’s no “soul”- there’s no feeling. It’s like dealing with a pair of psychopaths. You never know what the game is they are going to try and play today, and by god I’ll never forget the instances where my father got me on my own, threatened and psychologically abused me, threatening to kick me on the street – I will never forget the way he smirked at me when I offered to pay rent, he smirked and said “I don’t need your money”. He’s a monster and I feel myself die any time I speak cordially to them. They’re animals. They don’t deserve my presence let alone do they deserve to be spoken to kindly. I hate them with all my heart. I would never seek any confrontation with them that would risk any more damage to my life. They aren’t worth it.

  • Walter S.

    Walter S.

    October 12th, 2017 at 2:44 PM

    Seth and Aiden, I hope one day you stumble upon this and read it, and realize that what you are going through is not your fault. You were always both good kids, and you are both growing into strong and intelligent young men with good hearts,and I am very proud of you. Your sister Haley misses you both very much, and she hopes very much that she can be reunited with you one day.
    As for me, I am broken. I can’t fight anymore. Every day my heart and mind is consumed by my grief and longing for our relationship to be restored, but after five years, I can’t go on like this. I have to put it away and focus on other things. Should you ever decide to look me up, I will be in Orlando, like always, and not hard to find. My door and my heart will always be open to both of you. Please believe that I don’t blame you for any of this, and I’m so sorry for what you’ve had to go through. I am also sorry for the mistakes I have made along the way, and I hope you can forgive me for them.
    Remember to be kind and forgiving to each other. The turmoil and strife between you two is not because of who you are, but because you have been played against each other. Don’t let the fact that you were treated differently drive a wedge between you. You are brothers, no matter what. I love you both, yesterday, today, and always.
    Walter S., Dad

  • Jane


    November 12th, 2017 at 1:38 PM

    I’m in my early 30s and I hate my parents too, except unlike you, I was never abused as a kid and I don’t really feel bad at all for hating them. I used to be closed to my father until maybe a couple of years ago. It got worse the last year or so. My grandparents died recently within a month of each other, as did his best friend. I know it affected him, but he took all his anger or whatever out on me. Whether I gave support or did nothing, made no difference. I think he is also cheating on my mother. They are both retired and he is always out of the house. Since he retired he became this social butterfly trying to act all “hip” with people that he meets. It’s really sad and embarrassing to see. Even his ring tone on his cell phone is too much. My mother and I have always had an on again, off again relationship. She is the most neurotic, selfish, and self absorbed person that I have ever met. Since childhood, she has never apologized for anything wrong that she might have done (to anyone..not just to me). I admit though me and father are often the ones who end up being the ones to apologize just in order to get her to stop talking, screaming, and honestly just to get her to leave the room. Everything with my mother has a catch as well even if something since well intentioned. I should mentioned for the first time in years guess who my roommates are? Mom and dad…. As stupid as this sounds, I am doing it for my dog who has access to a nice big backyard and my mom is always in the house and he loves her. Had it not been for that, I would have gotten my own place.

  • Jeanne


    January 19th, 2018 at 1:11 PM

    Thank you for this. It really helped me understand. My mother always talk bad about my friends and a close cousin, and I always wondered why she did that. But she is also lonely, no friends. And it all really makes sense now!
    My father is the classical home-terrorist, who would yell and shout for misplacing shoes or leaving homework at the table. I remember him as always yelling, always angry, always telling us we weren’t good enough, smart enough ect. He still does this. My mother would to protect herself, by just shutting down mentally, and not react to all the name calling and mental abuse, unable to give any love but the superficial.
    I hit a rough patch a couple of years ago, feeling myself getting more and more depressed. I tried talking to my mother about it, and she couldn’t handle it and just told me that I must be bored and suggested that I read a book… It was really tough, having to realise that when I needed my parents the most, they weren’t able to and wouldn’t help me at all.
    I have really had trouble accepting that I don’t like my parents. I try to protect myself, by not visiting them, not answering the phone and not seeing them except when I absolutely have to (birthdays and such). And your article made that okay. I feel so much better about myself. Thank you so much!

  • Darren Haber

    Darren Haber

    January 19th, 2018 at 2:08 PM

    You’re quite welcome! Thanks for the nice feedback!

  • Bama


    February 1st, 2018 at 9:56 PM

    @ . —No Love Lost You sound like we are kin the way our parents beat us kids for no reason at all with belts. tree branch’s base ball bats, fishing poles, pots and pans, cigarette burns go days with out eating kicking us stepping on our face my dad was nuts he would undo the bed post and beat us with it and his tools when he was close enough to grab them they would set us in the front yard in front of our friends and cut off all our hair off and talking about being bullied at school was bad enough from the scars and welps. what ever was in reach is what we got a beaten with ,am like you my mom calls I hang up on her I do not wish to talk to her she downs her our grand daughter and i will never under stand as to why to this date as even as today 2/1/18 on voice mail trying to get under my skin to get me to anwser the phone. .. but as kids she would stand around and let dad beat us until we could not even walk or crawl mom & dad would degrade us kids so bad around our friends but to us kids we thought we was good kids never in trouble at school our any where else. I hate to say it but am glad my father is dead after watching him beat our sister and brother and stepping in and trying to stop it and we get more of the beatings just was bad . he would call us names that you could never under stand as to why . dad always said it was because it was the way he was raised and left it as that .. Mom always said because her dad was a moonshine runner and a drinker and a drunk . I always ask them but why us and got the same anwsers . Now that i have 1 kid that i love with all my heart i have never as i told my self from childhood i will never in my life touch my kid or kids and she has never been hit or touched in her life . Only thing that bothers me when i look in the mirror and see all the scars on my face whice is alot and my parents always lied how we got them. and taking my clothes off and seeing all the scars on my legs arms stomach looking in the morror seeing part my ear gone omg. scars on my back i hate it but am strong and i live one day at a time knowing what i didnt do with my kid and am SO PROUD OF MY SELF . as my parents did to us.. just letting out steam lol. P.S yes i talk to my brother and sister to this date and they hate them just as bad. @ Darren thanks for having a site for us to Vent.. @ . —No Love Lost Hugs Bama

  • lul


    February 23rd, 2019 at 7:03 PM

    i still hate my parents

  • Sweet H

    Sweet H

    February 2nd, 2018 at 8:21 AM

    I’m in my mid-twenties and all i can say is i hate both my parents fron the bottom of my heart. My father has always been abusive in his words and gestures towards both my mother and my brothers. But worst was that my mother always did everything that my father asked her to do. She even told my brother and i that it was our fault if my father was abusive to all of us. How could a mother not protect her child? I’ll never understand that… That situation has caused me so much pain that i’m unable to have real connections with other people, specially boys. I have been constantly attracted to boys who never liked me, or wanted to be with me. I feel so lost right now and i don’t know how to deal with all that. Its too much of a burden!

  • Rich


    May 25th, 2018 at 9:30 PM

    Of course I hate my parents… my Dad is dead and I am glad about it! That evil man lied to me, treated me less then my brothers, and did everything he could to destroy my psychologically. My Mom was his slave, she endured embarrassment and beatings at the hand of my father.
    Forgive that sick B******? NO WAY.
    How much do I hate my dead Dad. I went to his grave and reliveved myself on it. That is how much I hate him. Now, I must forget him altogether. My stupid, mentally-ill Mother is about to die. I will NOT be at her funeral. I hate them both. I hate being alive. Who the f*** did they think they are to have children? They were both useless human beings and should BOTH have been sterilized… or better yet ABORTED.

  • Maria del Cielo

    Maria del Cielo

    June 16th, 2018 at 1:05 PM

    Right now i have to be writing an article that i will present in two days… But i cannot concentrate on it… I saw that my mom called me again and i cannot stand hearing her needy voice on the phone. I didn’t hav the nerves to talk to her. The same with my father. After reading the stories of the others that commented here, i have realised that mine was similar too. Hometerrorist man which portrays himself outside as a cool and loving dad and husband and a woman who became a mother at the age of 19 despite her will. I was the first child of the two. They experimented on me. My father was beating my mother in front of my eyes from very early age . And i tried to protect her, got beaten by him too and stigmatised by my mother for being against my father. How much i hated them and the society that creates such marriages at the age of 5 even. They also creaed injustice between me and my sibling that is 3 years younger. She was more the domestic type while i was the rebel. I was jelous of her as she was approved and i was punished constantly. I started to hit her and my parents instead of creating better communication between her and me, she added fuel to the flame. She composed a song with the lyrics “bad girl, evil girl” targetting me. With my sister together they sang it at my face so many times. One day years after i found a tape that recorded from those times. And there was that song… I cannot explain you the thunder in my mind when i heart it… All those bad memories were vivid as if they happened a minute ago. Anotther example is that my sister got goitre (a hormonal illness mainly genetical) and my mother put the blame on me. She did everything to make me and my sister be enemies with each other. I guess the main motive was that in her eyes i was like my father and my sister was more like her. So in her own sick small mind she was taking her revenge on a playground. All my life i tried not to be like her; passive aggressive housewife with no life at all. She has always been my negative role model. And my father still the same sadist ignorant machist guy who is completely unaware of himself and what he did to his family. If you ask him he will truely defend that he is the best father and the husband in the world. They both disgust me to a point of vomitting whatever i have inside me from my past. And the worst thing is that they play the roles of good parents for some years; calling me, complaining at me why i never call them. Do not think that i hide my feelings. I was always pretty open about them. But really it hearts. I hate them and i am disgusted by them… I started at a very early age critising everything in the society; all that double standarts were too much for a little child. I had some relationships but all ended up by me with very negative feelings inside me. I never had a child. I even aborted twice. At the age of 43 i tried to be a mother but this time my health didn’t give me permission. All my life i have found it difficult to trust people and love them. The funny thing is that i turned my face from young age to the non-human world. I rejected that i was a human being. If these two idiots were my parents, then i refused to believe that i was part of them. I made up a dream to keep sane. Mt dream was that i was an alien on this planet who was waiting for her people. I knew that it was just a fantasy because i was always a very realistic kid but it helped me to protect my belied in myself. One great thing about myself is i am an extremely loving person to my friends and nature. Despite their horrible involvement in my life i have become a positive person so surprisingly. I could have been a killer or a drug addict etc. I really cannot forgive them. The older i get (44 now) the deeper my hatred for them. They even poisoned my relationship with my sister whom i truely love. Violence in the family hurts everyone. Even after they die my hatred will be perfectly alive i know. They put this poisoned seed in my heart and i don’t know how to keep it under control. I would appreciate if you could give me some insights.

  • Jason


    July 30th, 2018 at 12:52 PM

    No Love Lost,
    I also hate my parents. They are terrible people and suffice it to say I have good reason for hating them. Because of this selfish irresponsibility by them I must always contend with the affects on my psychological well being, I am 42. I have found that if a parent doesn’t demonstrate love to you, you grow up unsure if you can love yourself. It’s cause and affect; a kind of lifelong curse bestowed by them to me. It isn’t a choice; they’ve helped design the neurological pathways that exist today, and now I must carry that. Therapy has helped immensely.
    Hate. Let me say a word in defense of Hate. Hate is a double edged sword, one edge is for your enemy, the sharper side however, is for you. They say when you kill a man, you kill yourself as well. That’s the trouble with hate. Its a powerful flame that you are trying to contend with, but it’s so close to you, your flesh.
    I’ve identified the things I hate about my parents, and I use that still-hot flame as motivation to be unlike them. The more I choose to be their opposite, the more I can stand as a rejection of them and that past. I have a son. I’m patient, loving, tender, a good teacher, and fully aware of my own capacity for tyranny. How I treat my family, my behavior is an altar of resistance, a stand against all that I hate in my parents. And that, I think, is the best way to hate your parents.

  • X


    August 22nd, 2018 at 1:53 PM

    Some people never change. No matter who they are in the present. Their present self won’t change what they did.
    It only hurts me when i see them everyday in front of me. I hate it and i hate myself. I hate what they made feel. Now i don’t have even the slightest courage to tell them that “f*** off! I can’t bear you. I can’t bear your smile that you keep on and i can’t bear the fact that you are so comfortable to move on ahead with your life after what you did to me”

  • Thomas


    August 13th, 2019 at 8:42 AM

    Sometimes family are the ones holding you back good for you for moving on i love my family but the things they have done and still do to me are not the best for me and i should of left them a long time ago I had a chance to move in with the right people but I said there my family sometimes family is not the best for you

  • v Mariposa

    v Mariposa

    May 23rd, 2020 at 6:39 PM

    My parents tried to control my exuberant nature by criticizing everything I did. I decided that I would do well despite their nastiness. I had a very loving, uninhibited grandmother whose house I was raised in until my father returned from WW2. I was 3; he didn’t bond. Everyone ELSE loved me, and thank god I identified with my outgoing grandmother (who ate dinner at the WH occasionally; she was no cheap trick!) to the point that she became my spirit mother. Nonetheless, I didn’t receive the parental nurturing a child needs to mature emotionally; I was considered wild. Don’t worry, I got my B.A. in Psychology from UC Berkeley back when it only cost $150/year. I also worked, saved my money and went to Europe on a whim. I fell in love with Europe and especially Spain. People were so kind. I also married a Frenchman, studied French at l’Alliance francaise. I translated at doctors’ conferences by my fourth year in Morocco. My husband’s grandparents immigrated to Algiers when it was a French colony. But I never wanted or had children; I wrote novels and was very adventuresome as was my husband. This is almost a Cinderella story except that I got dysentery and fell for his 2nd cousin, which ended our marriage, so I had to come back to the USA. At age 77, having published several novels and taught ESL, done lots of interesting things, I still struggle with a very jealous younger sister…it never really stops, but I have forgiven my parents. They did their best, but they were angry, materialistic people, so be it. The struggle is pretty much over, but I am at peace. Try to forgive people so that YOU CAN ENJOY LIFE! I’m pretty sure release comes with forgiveness and this allows you to grow and become your own person. I’m sorry that you were abused so horribly. I love all of you!

  • Really Emo Fake

    Really Emo Fake

    June 8th, 2020 at 3:25 AM

    It’s kind of hard to believe EVERY single one of the people here are real and their parents really abuse them. It sounds like so exaggerating and fake. ughhhhh sooooo emmoooo!

  • Person


    June 16th, 2020 at 11:29 AM

    PLEASE READ AND GIVE ME ADVICE!!!!! I have never been physically abused by either of my parents, so my story is nothing in comparison to others here, but I’ve still had some unpleasant experiences with them. My parents have been divorced for 3 years now and have split time with my brother and I. At each house I feel unwelcome and unsafe. My mother does drugs and cannot keep a house clean. Every time I’m over there I notice more wrong things. For example, moldy food in the fridge and on counters, clutter every which way you look, drugs (Illegal and not), and the list goes on. I have to sleep in a basement with centipedes and spiders that crawl on me and my mom yells at me every time I complain about it. She also does drugs around my baby sister who once (Accidentally) drank vape juice and had to be taken to the ER. My mom’s boyfriend who lives with us yells at me over nothing. One night I burnt my hand at around midnight and he came down the stairs, took my phone, and screamed about how I was being “Too loud” I showed him my hand and he said “Does it look like that’s my problem?!” The only reason I choose not to call CPS is because she takes the time to listens to me and my opinions and problems. At my dad’s house it’s the opposite, we have a clean and organized house with good food and nice rooms, but on the other hand, my father doesn’t care about my emotions or mental health AT ALL. I’m forced to take all advanced classes while I’m also expected to be on our varsity team for track and cross country. Right now (summer) I’m expected to run at least 30 miles a week and get up at 5 am to do so, even though I’d much rather sleep. Any time I attempt to bring up the fact that it is very unpleasant for me to have to do all these things and run my dad forces me too and disregards any shred of sympathy. I’ve been grounded from my phone for months at a time for ridiculous things like texting a friend he’s never met. The funny thing is is that he treats my stepsister like a perfect little princess even though she’s more of a trouble maker than I am. She fails classes, messes around with guys, and has nothing expected from her other than to keep her room clean. I’m constantly being lectured about things I’ve never done, and I feel like I have no voice around him or good options regarding my situation. At one point I felt so hurt by his lack of love I started self-harming. I tried to hide it from him, but when he found out instead of being worried, he yelled at me and lectured me. I have major anxiety issues and I’m extremely self-conscious, I’m easily hurt by people’s words and am scolded for crying over small things. On top of my parents I have abusive siblings who pick on me, gossip about me, and physically hurt me and my parents do nothing about it. I hate myself, the way I look, just everything… I wish I could be more like my siblings.

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    June 16th, 2020 at 4:05 PM

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  • kate


    June 19th, 2020 at 2:13 AM

    i really dont get my parents mentality. who r always racist. who dont have good mentality. they always discriminate. i cant tolerate my home. they talk shits. i dont wanna look at their face . the way they talk , they judge others and blame without knowing. i hate everything about them. they dont even look like me and i know i dont have any of their genes. i have many thing to tel about how m depressed since from childhood till now.

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