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2020.10.24 05:47 IwetPlaytpus Boy mom nude

I say his mom is crazy but people classify crazy different. I'm a (13m) and my friend is too he is my best friend and has been since I was a toddler and he is a foster kid and he knows. He has a sister (12) she is kind of a brat and spoiled. And his mom favorites her and I know this isn't rare. She will flat out by her a 100$ sticker maker but won't by him more than a 10 dollar xbox mic he has nothing other than a ipad that barely works because its years old even using mobile games crashes it. He also has a xbox one also years old but In great condition.
Now why I think his mom is crazy she has these mood swings like one minute she's really angry the next she's laughing and stuff I never see anyone do that. I searched why that could happen and one reason was being bi polar I have doubts about that I think she might just be trying to stay calm and happy. One time he told me his mom slammed his head into a wall! That's crazy, I feel like he is in a bad situation and as dramatic as this is I think he might be thinking about suicide. He gets barely and social contact normally let alone the pandemic makes it worse.
Recently me and him were on messenger and having a conversation and we were both angry at his mom for how she treats him and the conversation had less than nice words. And his mom saw the conversation she texted me saying what a lovely conversation you boys were having I didn't respond I'm kinda afraid.
He lost his xbox for 2 years in 2018 because some weirdo sent him nudes he blocked them but he got in trouble for it and I think it was unfair because he was younger we were younger and stupid but we realized that (sorry I'm going on a rant) I think he will lose his xbox or any electronic device for another 2 years maybe longer and not be allowed to see me. Him and me don't exactly have alot of friends. Let alone the ones he can see in a pandemic. Anyway what should I do should I talk to my mom about my concerns or his mom or anyone really.
(Also sorry for any incorrect spelling or grammer I'm writing this at 2 am.)
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2020.10.21 17:55 WerewolfOverlord Boy mom nude

Warning: Yule Tide Terrors features SCP-4666, a character who mutilates children in graphic ways. If you are uncomfortable with this, please skip this entry in my series - Werewolf Overlord
Prologue: It's January 1, 2020, in Canada. A young boy wakes up after hearing footsteps in his home. He opens the door and sees a tall nude figure holding his father by the throat. The creature drops the body and runs off into another room. The boy grabs his bat and follows the creature. He finds it standing over his dead family. They have been stabbed and sliced open. The creature grabs the boy and places him in a sack before climbing out and running off into the cold winter night.
Chapter 1: What Day Is It?
Zoe and Ashlyn wake up after a night of fun. They see Twig staring at them with a smile. She runs out and runs back in holding a Christmas Present. Zoe looks confused at Twig. Ashlyn looks at her phone, it's December 25. She says," Why is it Christmas already? Shouldn't it be May?" Miller walks in holding a crying Alli. Zoe comforts her while Miller says," There's a skinny naked guy outside!" Ashlyn grabs her pistol and runs out. She goes outside, it is covered in snow with human-like footprints. Miller brings in a box covered in blood. Zoe opens it and drops it after seeing what is inside. A small brush with human teeth. Ashlyn rushes back in and says," There's something outside and this doesn't make sense. Yesterday it was May, now Alli finds a brush made with human remains. I think we're dealing with an SCP." Ashlyn hands her a note she found outside. Zoe reads," Dear scumbags. This is 4666, but you can call me Yule Man. I noticed your little attack on my fellow anomalies and have been asked to take action. Sadly your attack was outside my active period. To fix this, I have employed another friend to help mess with the date. You are now trapped in a time loop that lasts 12 days. My motives are for you to find out as are my employers. What I will tell you is that when you wake up after the 12th day, the loop resets. If you die, the loop resets. I will kill you over and over until my boss is satisfied. You won't see me coming. I will take your baby wendigo and enslave her. Any tries to call the Foundation will be punished. They never caught me and they never will. I travel all over the north during Christmas and visit the children. I even leave them little toys. The event you are now part of is known as Weissnacht. Have fun and Merry Christmas. From the Yule Man." Ashlyn growls and says," I'll kill this fucker!!" Zoe says," Calm down! We don't know what he does and what he looks like. We need to do research." Ashlyn takes a deep breath and says," The prick also left us a hard drive." Zoe plugs it in and opens the files. They are all news reports of attacks dating back to the 1400s. Ashlyn says," This bitch never said we couldn't use it. Just that we can't call the Foundation, whoever they are." Miller says," The SCP Foundation? I know all about them."
Chapter 2: Explanations:
Miller pulls out a notebook and begins reading," The SCP Foundation is a secret group dedicated to containing anomalies that defy the laws of our world. They have sites all over the world that contain these creatures. Based on the number and how he called himself the Yule Man, I know somewhat how to stop him." Ashlyn said," Who the hell let you read this stuff?" Miller replies," You never block anything so of course, I'd find some dark things." Zoe asks," Well what does this Yule Man do exactly and why is he targeting Twig?" Miller opens her computer and reads," Based on the terms he used, I can help anticipate his moves. So far we're only in the first phase. This is where Yule Man will watch his prey from outside or a window while they sleep." Ashlyn asks," What's phase two?" Miller replies," Days 7 to 11 are when the entire family will hear footsteps in the attic or on the roof and commonly report a foul smell with no source." Zoe asks," What happens on day 12?" Miller replies," Well, Yule Man has two confirmed outcomes. One is where he enters the house and kills the entire family except for one child under the age of 8. For some reason, he did his other option early." Ashlyn says," So your saying Yule Man leaves toys made of body parts?" Miller replies," Human children to be exact." Ashlyn says," The calm manner you said all that in disturbs me." Zoe asks," So what can we do to stop him?" Miller replies," This isn't a normal Weissnacht. He already said he'll kill us over and over. The wiki doesn't mention any way to stop him. Also most likely our death would go unnoticed by the world as the Foundation can't contain him and suppresses any news of him. Based on what the letter said, He's making new rules. This means we have a chance at ending this." Zoe asks," Does it say that parents seeing the footprints is normal?" Miller replies," No, based on the fact Mom saw the prints, it's a good bet you both can see him if he comes back. Although I don't know why he picked us when we live in a suburban area. He normally takes out isolated targets." Ashlyn says," I'm getting the tracker ready. I'll shoot him with the dart and we can see him coming."
Chapter 3: Siege:
It's nightfall. The family sits in the TV room looking outside. Twig hears something and rushes to the window. She points at a figure in the trees. Ashlyn opens the window and aims. She says," Jesus this guy is ugly, look at his nuts!" Zoe groans and says," Just shoot him." Ashlyn pulls the trigger and fires the dart. A faint groan can be heard as the figure goes back into the trees.
Chapter 4: Recovery:
The next morning, Alli walks in again crying while Miller brings in another box. Zoe opens it. It's a knife made from bone. She hands her mother a note. Zoe reads," Scumbags, you have been marked by the Foundation as a target of Weissnacht. They will send a task force to secure you. This will not stop me, however. My time loop is gone, but I'll still make your corpses into furniture for my cave. Your little tracker won't be hidden for long. Also, 049 sends his best wishes and a present. 049 is great at making friends with people. I hope you have fun with his new friends. From Yule Man." Zoe asks," Miller which one is 049, and what friends are Yule Man talking about?" Miller replies," 049 is a plague doctor like creature who kills people just by touching them. He performs surgery on his victims to cure the Pestilence as he calls it. This results in zombies." A knock on the door is heard. Ashlyn opens it and sees Allison. Allison says," We got word that 4666 is after you guys. I called in some friends to help." She pointed to a truck full of armed soldiers. Ashlyn asks," How did they agree to this?" Allison replies," My brother is in the top part of the Foundation and we still care about each other. He greenlit this mission under the condition that we bring in 4666 if possible instead of you sending him to some prison." Ashlyn says," Well seeing as this jerk wants my kid, I wouldn't care if you shot him. Where are they gonna hand out anyway?" Allison replies," They brought more than one truck. Besides, they're trained to survive in this kind of stuff. We also got a piece of mail addressed to you guys. It's got 4666's prints on it." Ashlyn opens it. It's a hard drive labeled Fun Times. Ashlyn plugs it in and opens the file. It's security footage taken directly by 4666. It shows mutilated children with missing limbs. A voice can be heard saying," Keep going or we'll make you one of them!" A high-pitched laugh can be heard as the camera pans over to a skinny male eating a child. The voice says," Hey 4666, save for the rest of them!" 4666 flips off the camera before saying," I'm coming for you. No one can save you." Ashlyn groans and says," WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! Torture Porn?!" Allison replies," That's first-hand footage of 4666's lair. We can't match it to anything." Gunshots echo outside. Ashlyn grabs her pistol and goes to look. 4666 is outside killing the task force with logs and tools. A soldier is stabbed in the throat with an ax. Ashlyn aims and fires at 4666. He growls and leaps on her. Allison grabs her gun but is thrown aside by Yule Man. Zoe comes out and fires a shot into Yule Man. Yule Man tries to teleport away, but can't. Zoe says," Looks like that demon juice we got from Alastor really does work." Ashlyn kicks off 4666. The remaining soldiers grab 4666 and cuff him. They load him into the trucks. Then a black limo off in the distance drives off. Ashlyn says," Take that you Yule Tide Terror." Yule Man growls at them as he is placed in chains. Allison says," Hopefully they can save the rest of the kids he kidnapped." Ashlyn tells them goodbye and walks inside. She says," Well ladies, Yule Man is off to a monster jail that he won't get out of." They go to sleep. The next morning when Ashlyn wakes up, her phone says May 17. The kids walk in and say," I swear yesterday was Christmas." Zoe said," We still gotta find out who made the time loop." Ashlyn said," Not today." The two then kissed.
The End
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2020.10.19 04:13 dumegrl Boy mom nude

Sorry, I have no idea where to post this, I’m just sort of desperate for advice from someone that can (unfortunately) somewhat relate to how I feel. I’ll tell you right now that I’m only 16, turning 17 at the end of November, so I’m still really young and know that life could have lots to offer me if I just maybe push through it all, but I’m really tired. I think I’ll just kind of vent, so to anyone who reads this, sorry if I bore you. I don’t really know where to start, but I’ll start with when I was younger. I had the little almost perfect family; dad and mom got along and my sister and I wore dresses and did as told. To anyone else, we probably seemed eerily too put together. Never rich and life wasn’t really perfect or anything, but I thought we all really loved each other. I found out that things were indeed not good and that my supposed dad had threatened my mom and said all these nasty things and would rape her in the bedroom not far from ours. They argued a lot and my sister and I would cry and ask them not to fight. Eventually my mom rented an apartment in town and just told us some bullshit reason as to why but we were only dumb kids and didn’t realize what was happening. They tried to stay together so they could support us, but eventually divorced when I was about 8. I only got to see my mom every Wednesday night for an hour, as she lived an hour and a half away and could hardly afford anything, but she still always took us to our two favorite restaurants and would let us get whatever while she didn’t eat anything. I’d ask her if she was ok and why she never got anything, but she always told me she just wasn’t hungry, and I of course was too dumb to think anything else of it. I eventually found out my dad wasn’t really my biological father, and was told so by him, and for some reason that devastated me. I remember thinking I was too young to be crying for hours about a silly thing that shouldn’t matter and then hating myself because I could have it so much worse. I’ll now refer to him as Joe, just a fake name so I don’t need to say my sisters dad or something. They had a nasty divorce and fight over custody. Joe’s family had money and were able to help him, but my mom lost a ton of money and went bankrupt. She won full time custody with me due to Joe not being my biological father, but still only had 50/50 with my sister except for during school. I feel like I’m dragging this on and being really annoying, sorry, I’ll cut it down. I lived with my mom and her boyfriend, let’s call him Tyler, from the ages 9-14. During 4 of those years, he abused me. He never hit me and he could have done a lot worse, but he molested me, degraded me, hit me, and more. I have vivid memories of when he would come into my room and tell me if I said anything he would hurt me and that my mom would never believe me anyway. He started to degrade my mom and hit her, so she started to think about ending things. I don’t know what made her do it, but after an argument with him one night she came into my room with tears in her eyes and sat down next to me on my bed and asked me if Tyler had ever touched me sexually and I just nodded and she hugged me and cried. She told me to start packing and the next day while Tyler was at work we left and and lived with a friend for a while. We tried to report him to the police, but he refused to cooperate with them and the police left it at that. He himself had a daughter he had 50/50 and I still worry about her. The only time Tyler was nice to me was when he molested me, so I like to blame that as the reason I developed a problem in which I believed boys will only like me for sex and nothing else. Skip to where my mom had an apartment and met a guy, who we will call Brian. She went over to his place a lot, and my sister living with her dad, I had a lot of alone time. I got absolutely consumed by the internet. I met a guy, call him John Doe since I’m out of names, who I really liked for some reason. I was soon turning 15, he was only a couple months older than me. He was really nice to me and we began to “edate” or whatever you want to call it, which probably sounds pathetic but he made me feel better at the time. He started off really sweet. He was a boy that was horny a lot, so he tried to get pics from me but I ignored it. He was a hacker, and doxxed a lot of people and therefore I never trusted him, but he invaded my privacy and tracked my address and social medias down as well as other things. This terrified me and I felt somewhat forced to stay with him or else he’d dox me or something. I thought I might as well try to trust him, so I told him about Tyler and other things. He in turn got turned on by it, which made me feel shitty but I wanted to please him and so we sexted and whatnot and I developed I guess a daddy kink as a coping mechanism and it turned him on, so I was ok. I also mentioned that I used to have an ED and self-harmed, to which he also got turned on by so I was dumb and spiraled back into that because I thought it would make him love me. Eventually though I sent him nudes and our relationship turned into nothing but sex, and it made me feel terrible and scramble to try and find out where things went wrong to no avail. I broke up with him about 3 months ago or so, but still struggle with the self-harm and ED. I have been suicidal since the age of 10. Even my happiest days, I still think about killing myself at the end of. I tried to kill myself after the breakup, but failed. I met a guy, call him Branden, that was really nice to me and admitted he wanted to date me but would wait, but then he turned everything sexual and I lost interest. I met another guy by chance, call him Ben, who is absolutely amazing, but still lives far away. I left a lot out, such as I haven’t seen my mom in over a year and I have been pressured into drugs and alcohol and my school grades are starting to slip, and also I have a shitty job that never schedules me and I will never be able to afford a car or school or anything, but I’m tired and fear this is way too long for anyone to want to care already. I know my life could be so much worse and I feel incredibly guilty, but I’m so tired. I don’t want to live wishing I would die every day. I don’t know who I am or what I want to do, I haven’t had an interest in anything in years. I really like Ben and would love a future with him, but after John and how he neglected me, I’m paranoid and fear that deep down I annoy him and he hates me and nothing will ever change my mind. I have tried school counselors, therapy, and have been on anti-depressants for year and have changed prescriptions and doses over and over and nothing has helped. I’m sorry for being selfish, I’m just really tired of juggling whether I should hold on or if I should just end it already. Again, sorry, but if anyone reads this, thank you.
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2020.10.18 22:37 Southern-Primary-593 Boy mom nude

I really don’t know what to think anymore. I have OCD and ADHD and I’ve been obsessively thinking over if I am a covert Narc a codependent. I don’t know if I’m a hopeless romantic that pours there all into things or if I “groom” people. I watch obscene amounts of YouTube videos on the subject, talk to my therapist about such, obsess over reddit forums, articles, literature, etc. just to see if I match the descriptions so that If I am that thing I can remove it from myself. It all started in March when a friend sent me an online published article of a guy my age (I’m gay/ gender-fluid) and she insisted that I should reach out to him/ actually try and date more seriously. At first I wasn’t very interested as he wasn’t really my type (I thought he was cute but I typically go for more masculine/ jocky looking guys that are unfortunately emotionally unavailable. After reading the article and feeling deeply moved by it I decided to reach out to him on social media (he also had a bit of online “clout” on twitteinstagram that built up over quarantine) c. March. From the very beginning I didn’t want to hide my intentions and let him know I though he was very cute/ smart (having read his article). He responded back flirtatiously stating he was thinking the same about me. I asked if when things died down COVID wise if I could take him on a coffee date as the college he attended was close to my home and he agreed. We exchanged snapchats and began to chat a bit and overtime developed a sort of friendship/ romantic situationship.
After a couple weeks of us chatting he began to become a bit more sexual (something I kinda wanted to avoid until meeting him) and I excitedly engaged. He commented on my photo taking skills and would say things like “I want to breed you so badly.” (Horny touch starved COVID things lol. Eventually we agreed to FaceTime and we were both obviously nervous but for sure clicked. Overtime it became apparent that though we had a lot of different hobbies, interest, knowledge’s, etc. we had a lot in common and very specifically. We would FaceTime every once in awhile and chat about topics we liked but I always felt like he did a bit more of the controlling the conversation and didn’t always remember to ask me questions, inquire deeper about me, etc. whereas I attempted to do so. I even remember him saying in one of our first FaceTimes that his Ex had just texted him (he was very excited) but wasn’t going to talk about it because he was chatting with a “cute boy” (first red flag). Overtime we’d discuss more and more things and in an attempt to get bit closer to him too a genuine concern in some of his interest that I also thought were cool so that we could get closer and continue to develop the relationship. He would comment on my physical attributes like my hair commenting that “it was the only thing giving him life”, etc. There was also times I remembered him making me feel a bit off such as telling me the celebrity I chose to hypothetically have dinner with was a “waste” and insinuated that I looked more attractive with shorter hair.
It wasn’t until three months in to our “situationship” that I felt like I had developed strong feelings for him and told him wanted to put a more solid descriptor on what we hoped to achieve togethethat he was the only person at this point that I was seriously talking to. He reacted positively and stated he also had a crush on me but wanted to look towards the future and wait to see where our friendship led when we were both in the same location and that he thought I was a really great person. I would always be respectful and agree to wait to progress things but after awhile of us talking everyday, flirting being sexual and opening up a bit deeper little by little I would bring up the conversation of “us” once again and even suggested an open-style realtionship at some point. He continued to assert that he wanted to wait, that I was brave for sharing feelings, that he was talking to a bunch of other guys and that he should’ve made his intent to not want anything clearer from the start but that he was extremely excited to meet me in person and get to know me/ even potentially spend a weekend in a city with me when he could. Looking back I was deluded and he made sure to be clear with where he was at each time we had the conversation but a romantic/sexual air always continued after such and I chose to stay incredibly hopeful. I allowed him to vent to me about things, run ideas/articles past me, offered emotional support when things were hard, etc. and did it with happiness. But he’d also occasionally throw in a comment such as “should I download Grindr?”, etc. that I always chose to look past. We continued to flirt / send nudes to one another close to the time I was leaving to see him.
When things got a little better COVID wise I decided to make a trip out to see him/finally meet and collect what the vibe was / see a few friends from school. As I had been out and about / sexual with an individual who was not him I let him know prior to coming to LA (at this point we’d both made it clear we we’re chatting with other people and we weren’t exclusive so the sex was purely physical and one-night standish) so that if anything physically progressed there would be full transparency. He was accommodating and sweet about all of it especially because I let him know I was scared he’d view me in a different light for acting “recklessly.” He let me know he just wanted to reiterate that while he was extremely excited to meet me he was worried I’d come in trying to be his boyfriend saying “not that I’m opposed to that or anything just not ready to jump in yet” with a winky face and that he wasn’t concerned with the physical as it was our first date and he didn’t want to rush anything.
He was worried a couple days before meeting that he had potentially contracted COVID and told me over the phone that he had cried in the CVS/to his mom about potentially not being able to come. I reassured him regardless if we saw each other or not I was crazy about him and just wanted him to be okay. I wrote him a birthday card, got him his favorite candy and a pair of fun socks. He planned to spend the night in my hotel as there was separate beds). During this time we went outside, smoked a bit of weed, had dinner and discussed a bit more emotional things. There were two things that were a bit strange during our date. 1) A mutual friend of ours swiped up on his story of me and he let me know that they had sex previously and 2) that he LOVED men that treated him like shit (something that broke my heart to hear). That night we talked to his best friend on the phone and her and I got along very well, she blew me a kiss goodbye on the phone and added me directly after we got off. The next day before he left I finally worked up the nerve to ask how he felt about kissing me. He slyly stated “aren’t you not supposed to ask…. I don’t know maybe, I just kinda like the romantic atmosphere we have going with no physical strings attached and just sort of want things to progress naturally and that he didn’t want to be a fuck and chuck” to which I let him know I absolutely wasn’t anticipating sex. We changed the subject immediately and I did not press further and we had a lovely time and hugged goodbye.
After we parted ways I assumed we’d kind of go our own ways emotionally but he only continued to be friendlier and friendlier (which gave me a sense of confusion). His best friend even direct messaged me on instagram and had a conversation with me?After 3ish weeks of us not seeing each other I let him know I missed him and that I wanted to take a poke at seeing where we were. He referred to me as “bby” and let me know he loved me as a very good friend and at that moment in time and in parathseses (for now) I just want to be friends. For a time I was okay with it but after 2 more weeks I was experiencing anxiety/panic attacks around the nature of what “we” were (around 6 months of us talking) I got a bit drunk (big mistake) and impuslvieley let him know I couldn’t continue as such/ just be friends and that it was hurting me. He responded by saying that he felt like we had the conversation 8 times because we had and that if I really felt that way then we should talk. At this point I felt like I fucked up severely by saying something along the lines of telling him that it broke my heart that he had said the thing about men treating him like shit (something I deeply regret as retrospectively that could’ve caused harm) He started to ignore me and two days afterwards he reached out to me at like 2am. I let him know I cared for him and wasn’t angry just hurt and that I wanted time to heal. He agreed and lovingly let me know that when I was ready to be just friends he’d be there. The issue was at this point I loved him/had love for him.
After two weeks of being utterly miserable and having him orbit me on social media I decided to re-reach out and let him know I missed him (another big mistake). He took me back excitedly and we had a beautiful conversation that left me feeling validated and okay with the fact that we’d probably speak less now / he’d be sensitive to the fact of my emotions for him. Unfortunately this was not the case. He reached out to me stating that he was in a crisis and proceeded to let me know he was on both a psychedelic and stimulant, I made sure he was okay and moved on. The following couple days he asked if I had engaged sexually with people during quarantine and if so how many times. I felt strange answering but let him know honestly. He then proceeded to ask me if he thought he should hookup with a person and sent me their pictures/nudes to which I drew a boundary. As time went on I felt a bit used and became very depressed at the outcome as I also saw him flirting with people online. As we were both beginning to have a rough time in our lives I grew very aware of the fact that I did love him very much despite all the confusion but knew he didn’t feel the same at this point. One day I texted him and let him know that I had said “I love you” to him in a dream and that I respected the fact that nothing was going to come of us and that if we didn’t speak after that he had changed me on a unique and personal level. Unshockingly there was no response and I felt like I had said all I needed to say. I was said but at least I knew we wouldn’t keep chatting as things were normal.
The weirdest part is while he didn’t text me anything back he continued to view my social media stories, like my picture and jump on my live stream on instagram something that I’m now aware is called “orbiting.” After liking my picture I confronted him over text letting him know I was sorry for not respecting the boundaries placed about friendship but that I was confused about his social media behavior in correlation to lack of response. He played it down by saying “I did those things cuz we’re friends and if you need more than that then its best if we don’t talk as this is becoming emotionally taxing for me” I agreed and said I understood and asked if I had done something during our trip as things had felt different before. He told me I hadn’t and that It was just extremely clear the feelings I had he did not share. I agreed and validated the fact that he had been very upfront throughout but that he had also said the thing about not being opposed to me acting like his boyfriend just not ready to jump in and that I had gotten in my head that maybe things would progress slowly when we were together IRL but that I had jumped the gun to quickly. I also let him know he was one of the closet people to me during qyuarbtine which was true. I received no response. Saddened but with nothing left to say and embarrassed that I thought more was to come from the orbiting I deleted the thread, his number from my phone and unfollowed him on social media as it was becoming painful to look at (he still follows me/ looks at my story). I’m even more upset by the fact that he is moving to the same place that I am soon and I feel like I have butchered all possibilities of reconciliation and that I have harmed /disrespected him. I have been extremely depressed for days and no longer know what to do. I have also committed to zero rebounds/casual sex for at minimum 4-5months so I have deleted the apps off my phone I don't want to pass a pain torch to anyone else/bring my old baggage in.
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2020.10.16 08:14 Redditor_Fan1338 Entitled Mom harasses my friend and i at skate park because "you're making my son jealous!!"

Hello everyone! (And Redditor, btw you rock!) this is a true, yet annoying, yet awesome story that happened to me and my friend in july 2018. i am 15, and so is my friend who's 2 weeks younger than me. (both of us were thirteen during this)
before the story, here's the cast:
OP: Me F: Friend EM: Entitled Mom ES: Embarrassed Son. S1: Savior One S2: Savior Two S3: Savior three and S4: Savior Four. Now, onto the story!
We always love to BMX bike and skate board at this skate park/pavillion about 1.3 miles away from my home. One summer in 2018, we were doing our typical thing. Skating and BMXing. (him on a skateboard, and me on a BMX) Now there's something to know, there's an 8 foot high 4 inch metal bar fence around the skate pavilion, which is about 200 feet long, and 125 feet wide. The skate park/pavillion has no closing part of the gate, so there's just two 7 foot wide openings on both sides of the skate park/pavilion since its a public skate park open to anyone. And since the entire park has a bad case of 1: vehicles on the walkways. 2: illegal age drinking. 3: under age weed. 4: straight up nude sex, there are surveillance cams almost everywhere controlled by the park center about 3/4ths of a mile from the skate park/pavilion. All this is important to the story. So back to it!
There were 4 other people there (our saviors), but they were on the other side of the skate pavilion. My friend was texting his dad when he'll be home, and i was tightening the screw on my seat when this woman (about 45ish and our EM for the story) came walking in the typical karen fashion wearing the "I wanna speak to the manager look", with her son (about 13-14, our ES for the story) rolling about five feet behind her in a wheel chair with a broken left leg and right ankle (both braced/casted) looking like he wanted to sink into the cracks of his chair. i turn to my friend who is done texting and tell him "Check it out."
The EM halts and stands on the outside of the gate looking at my friend and i with her son about 6 feet away from her, and this is the convo ensued:

EM: Excuse ME? (like, as if we didn't see her coming)
Me: Yeah?
F: Can we help you?
EM: Could you, (insert 3 second pause) stop?
Me: Stop what?
EM: You know, skating and biking. Its upsetting my son.
F: Umm, how so?
EM then basically does that hand motion at her son indicating for him to speak.
ES: Sorry guys, i didn't mean for thin to happen. All i did was tell my mom that I was kinda sad that i couldn't skateboard here after seeing you guys. I broke my leg and ankle last week and can't skateboard.
Me: Oh my god! I'm so sorry you broke your ankle and leg. i can't imagine your struggles.
F: Yeah man, i know what its like to break a limb. (he broke his leg about 8 months before this and had casts for a solid 2 1/2 months)
EM: See! He wants you to stop, so do I.
ES: Mom! I told you that i was fine! all i said is that im sad that i can't skateboard!
Me: Miss, your sons condition is just awful, like i said, i can't imagine what its like to break a bone. But this is a public skate park. So F and i don't exactly need to, well, leave.
EM: Stupid brat! i told you that you and your friend are making my son jealous! You NEEEED to LEEAVE! (yes, she said it like that)
F: Lady,first of al, don't be rude to my friend. Second of all, we did nothing wrong, YOU are harASSING US. Third of all, even if your son DID want us to stop, we still wouldn't have to, because again, we did nothing wrong.
EM: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE TWAT! YOU AND YOUR FRIEND ARE BULLYING AND HARASSING MY SON AND I!! BOTH OF YOU FAGS HAVE TO FUCKING LEEEAAAVE!
M (now about to lose it): Yeah, not gonna happen lady.
F: Yeah, we are not doing anything wrong, so legally, we can stay.
Me: And besides, you cant just tell someone they have to leave. you're not the owner of the pavilion, or the park.
Its at this time that our saviors walk over to us. (don't know two of their genders, but it doesnt matter) Apparently, they've been watching the entire time. And boy do they look angry.
S1: Lady, we've been watching this whole thing, and these two young men have been minding their own business, when you came over and started demanding to leave.
S2: Yeah, you've done nothing but yell and and curse them out when your son just said something about him not being able to skateboard, and you started telling them to leave.
EM: BUT THEYRE BULLYING HIM BY DOING STUNTS ON THEIR BIKE AND SKATEBOOOAARD!
S3: Ma'am, i can't tell you to leave the park, but i can tell you that you need to leave these two boys alone.
S2: Yeah, and we're just trying to sit and have some beer and listen to the radio, but you keep screaming' for literally no reason.
S4: If you keep bothering' these two, we will have to tell you to stop.
S1: Please move along now. You and your son enjoy stroll walk.
EM (now dumbfounded tuns back to me and F): I-IF-IF YOU TWO DONT LEAVE< IMMA CALL THE FUCKING POLICE!! (she then pulls out her phone)
Me: Bitch, there's a security cam right there, there, there, and there.
i proceed to point at four Cams located at each end of the skate pavilion. They're there to prevent graffiti and illegal driving on walk way.
ES: MOM! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH. I want to go home. You have been harassing these two for no reason. They've done nothing wrong. Please.
EM huffed at F and myself and strolled away with her son red as a tomato.
We said our sincere thanks to the saviors for helping us out.
S1: Its no problem. My mom died in 2016, she told me before she died to remember that you can always lend a hand and help others.
those words still make me shine each day.
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2020.10.12 22:31 AModernDayOrion Boy mom nude

So, over the weekend my group and I got together and I ran three film reroll games (we did use GURPS for the record) for them. One on Friday, on Saturday, and the final one on Sunday. We gamed for about 20 hours in total. It was such an amazing weekend, and it was so much fun. The movies we did were: A Nightmare on Elm Street, Pumpkinhead, and The Evil Dead.
I wanted to share our games with y’all and so I will be doing a recap of them here on the subreddit. Here is the first one we did on Friday.

A Nightmare on Elm Street – Total game time – 8 & ½ hours
Tina finds herself walking around a darkened boiler room. There is steam filling the air as the leaky pipes make the surroundings wet and uncomfortable. As she walks through the twisting corridors she runs into a lone sheep. Tina cautiously reaches out to pet the animal but stepping out of the shadows the sheep’s face is revealed to be bat-like and it lunges to bite her. Barely pulling her hand away in time Tina runs deeper into the boiler room. She comes upon a workbench with many weird gloves on it and a lengthy figure in shadows appears and lunges at her.
Tina wakes up in her bed with a start and is confronted by her dismissive mother. She notices that there are four parallel cuts along the front of her nightgown. Tina quickly jumps out of bed and begins to write down her nightmare as best she can, but she is not the best English student.
The next morning Tina meets up with her best friend Nancy and Nancy’s boyfriend Glenn. As they drive to school Tina shows her friends the torn-up nightgown and her dream writings. Nancy and Glenn agree to stay over at Tina’s that night to give her peace of mind. Rod arrives and confronts the group. Tina is not ready to forgive Rod for his misdoings and he storms off shortly before school begins. The trio continue to talk and realized they all dreamt of the same guy and Glenn wants to look into shared dreaming more.
In classes throughout the day, the teens each have some experiences. Glenn talks to his anthropology teacher about cultures with shared dreams and discovers a story of a tribe in Indonesia that did just that. The tribe in question disappeared in a massacre like event that was attributed to a civil war. All villagers disappeared without a trace except for one boy in a coma. That boy never woke up until he died of a heart attack in his 70s.
Tina was in art class and having dozed off she began to draw a childlike drawing of Freddy. The teacher was surprised by this, but let it go as the teacher was new to Springwood. Nancy was in a different art class and while wide awake made a sculpture of Freddy. One well enough that the teacher noticed it and became ghost white. He quickly told her he was going to take her sculpture to the archives to catalog it and then disappeared into the crowded halls before Nancy could stop him.
That night the trio hangs out at Tina’s and just like the movie Glenn gives a hilarious Sound FX tape performance and convinces his mother that he is at his cousin's Barry’s house.
(Fun fact: We decided that the Reroll’s version of E.T. was this universes version of the ’82 film. So, since Glenn’s cousin was named Barry, his player decided that his cousin was a huge pain to be around since the movie came out due to his now inflated ego.)
As the teens talk and laugh, they hear a screeching sound coming from outside. Nancy and Glenn move to lock the back door only to have Rod show up and scare them. He pushes his way and tries to take Tina into the back bedroom. Nancy convinces Rod to wait in the master bedroom as she talks to Tina for a minute first.
Nancy tries to get Tina to not forgive Rod and she agrees. When Glenn hears Rod snoring in the bedroom as he and the girls decide to just leave Rod to sleep it off and they all go back to Nancy’s house. Glenn crit succeeds in a rose picking scrounge and gives Nancy a pristine rose that makes Nancy start to think she is in love. They sleep through the night with only mild Freddy nightmares/cameos between them and awake unscathed in the morning chalking the previous nightmare event up to Tina’s imagination.
Tina decides to call Rod at her house while Glenn goes home to change clothes and Nancy speaks to her mother. Tina is surprised when a strange man answers the phone and identifies himself as a police officer. As they talk Lt. Thompson gets wind that his daughter may be involved and grabs the phone from Sgt. Parker and asks Tina where she is. Tina in a panic tells the truth and the Lt. rushes to his daughter. When he arrives, he embraces Nancy and informs them that Rod was dead and that the teens would need to go to the police station to answer some questions. As they go to leave, Lt. Thompson yells at Marge Thompson about letting Nancy near a delinquent like Lane.
The teens get interrogated at the police station and Tina is to wait on her mom and boyfriend to return from their trip. Nancy offers to have Tina stay with her and they all agree. Glenn and his dad get into a huge argument about the incident and Nancy charms her dad into giving her some extra details about the murder.
Nancy asks her mother to stop by the school so that she can get the homework assignments for her, Tina, and Glenn for the next few days. While there she decides to go check on her art project that was mysteriously taken away from her. The secretary mentioned an old room near the boiler room of the school that used to be called the archives more than a decade prior but was now just a storage area. Nancy found the room and upon investigating found a caged off section with shelves of drawings and sculptures of Freddy in various states of destroyed. Her sculpture had been smashed on the ground. Unable to get into the area she returned to her mother and Tina.
When the women arrived home, Nancy ran across the street to check on Glenn and give him his homework. Glenn, still in an argument with his father, ran outside to meet Nancy and the two went and hid around the house. They discussed the events that they knew and in a romantic scene kissed one another. They both did badly on their rolls and Nancy fell over. Glenn and Nancy walked back to Nancy’s house. Marge was trying her best to console the kids and made them each a tea. Glenn, being exhausted from the long argument with his father, nodded off and found the living room empty and dark. There were fall leaves everywhere and falling from the ceiling. He heard his name whispered from upstairs and followed the voice. In Nancy’s room, he found the rose he had picked for her on the wall by her door. A petal fell off in front of him as he saw a seductive Nancy on her bed. He walks over to her and she throws him on to the bed and begins to kiss him. Then in a scene pulled directly from Joey in dream warriors Nancy’s tongue elongates and is spit out to tie him to the bed frames. As Freddy begins to play with Glenn in the dream world, Nancy and Tina notice Glenn shaking in the waking world. His nose starts to bleed, and Nancy tries to awaken him. Glenn is stabbed in the chest (though barely) and Nancy and Tina are able to rouse him from his dream. Glenn looks down in pain and notices a rose petal on his shoe.
Seeing the four wounds appear on Glenn’s chest, Marge panics and rushes to the kitchen to get some more drink. Nancy follows demanding answers and Marge tells her of Freddy Krueger. She tells that Krueger killed Nancy’s older brother when she was too young to remember. Not believing her mother, Nancy demands proof. Marge takes the children downstairs and shows the glove in the boiler.
Glenn faints from a failed fright check and finds himself in his bedroom watching Ms. Nude America (just like in the actual movie) and his mother walks in. They talk and Glenn begins to wonder if any of the past few days were real. Then the gloved hand shoots out of his bed and begins to pull him down. Glen begins to bend painfully in half in front of Nancy, Tina, and Marge. Marge takes the glove in a panic and runs upstairs and throws it in her closet. Tina tries to find a first aid kit to help and Nancy stays with Glenn.
Nancy is able to wake Glenn up just before Freddy can repeat the movie kill and Glenn now in bad shape is struggling to stay alive. Nancy remembers a medkit under her kitchen sink and runs for it, only to find a bottle of half drank whiskey in its place. She returns to Glenn’s side and tells him she loves him before he succumbs to his wounds.
Tina had called 9-1-1 at this point and Lt. Thompson is first to arrive on the scene. He tries to be comforting while also doing his job but doesn’t do great. Nancy now in a steely-eyed trance decides to find a way to end this nightmare and leaves with Tina. Sgt. Garcia has also arrived and noticed Tina filch the Lt.’s gun. Tina tosses the gun back when confronted and runs off the jump into Glenn’s car with Nancy. Lt. Thompson and Garcia speak briefly, and the Lt. lets slip that he was part of the group that killed Freddy. Finally noticing his daughter is missing. He runs outside to see the girls turn down a street in the distance.
Lt. Thompson calls dispatch for an APB and upon a crit fail contacts roll is connected to Jeff.
(We figured that with it being 1984, only 5 years after the events of Halloween 2, (and hopefully Halloween 3 soon) Jeff would have moved to Springwood to get away from the craziness of Haddonfield)
Jeff tries to get the right information, but Jeff’s the whole this up and puts out an APB on the wrong car. More on that in a minute. Garcia thinks that Marge is too hysterical and has her taken to Westin Hills for evaluation. Lt. Thompson does not fight this.
The girls drive over to Nancy’s dad’s apartment and break into his gun safe to arm themselves. Afterwards, they run by the public library and Nancy looks through the microfilm to learn more about Freddy. When she discovers that most of the articles have been redacted, she confronts the librarian. The librarian panics and lies badly to her, telling her it must have been a mistake or a bad copy or something. Nancy, fed up with all the lies, pulls a gun on the elderly woman giving her a heart attack in the process.
Meanwhile, Tina returns briefly to her home and finds the remains of the crime scene. She takes the drawing she had made of Freddy and burns it and her whole house down.
Lt. Thompson and Sgt. Garcia drives around and looks for the girls. They have a long conversation about daughters, and we discover that Garcia has an adoptive daughter (Sara) that he is trying his best to raise. Garcia makes a snarky remark about Nancy’s mental state and Thompson slams on the brakes and threatens the Sgt. When other drivers begin to honk at him, Thompson brandishes his gun to get them to stop. Before the situation can escalate further the men receive a call from Jeff that they found the car.
When the officers arrive, they discover that Jeff pulled over a blue truck with two men of color driving. The Sgt. rips into Jeff for the error and Lt. Thompson puts out another APB.
It doesn’t take long for the new APB to hit paydirt as the officers are informed that the girls were spotted at the public library.
The officers catch up to the girls as they are leaving the library and a car chase ensues. The chase goes to the old abandoned factory outside of town and the girls stop there to run inside. Nancy makes it in, and Tina has Garcia right on her heels. As Garcia lunges for Tina he crit fails his roll and dives headfirst into the metal door, knocking himself out.
Nancy and Tina run to a platform in the middle of the burnt-out area of the boiler room and make rolls to force themselves to fall asleep. The ruling was they had to succeed on a will roll and then fail an HT roll with the margin of success on the will making the HT roll harder. Nancy manages to fall asleep clutching the shotgun and Tina crit succeeds her HT roll and so cannot fall asleep naturally. Tina, wanting badly to enter the dream world, runs to the door of the factory. Lt. Thompson has been banging on the door trying to get in when Tina opens it and points a gun at the Lt. and tells him to “Tase me!” Lt. Thompson intimidates the young girl and runs past her. Tina, undeterred takes Garcia’s taser and tases herself into unconsciousness.
Garcia finds himself in the boiler room labyrinth and wanders for a few minutes before finding a shotgun packing Nancy pulling a Joz played Laurie Strode and yelling for the “fucker to show himself.”
Tina awakens in a body of water and after servicing, finds herself in a cold boiler. The pipes begin to heat up quickly and Tina barely manages to escape. She finds the same workbench from her first dream and finds Freddy there waiting. She tries to stand up to him, but to no avail as Freddy quickly eviscerates her.
Nancy and Garcia hear Tina’s scream and run to meet him. They each open fire and only Garcia hits. Freddy, unfazed, advances. Nancy tries to take away Freddy’s powers by standing up to him (my player later admitted she was using meta-knowledge here) and it was starting to work. But, in the waking world Lt. Thompson tried to wake up his daughter and succeed to pull her out of her dream, breaking the effect.
Lt. Thompson embraced his daughter who told her father of the struggle with Freddy in her dream and then proceeded to bash her head against the steel floor to knock herself back out. Lt. Thompson, finally believing his daughter decides to do the same and has a harder time knocking himself out.
Nancy returns to the dream and finds Freddy squaring off with Garcia. Nancy tackles Freddy, but Freddy manages to catch her by the throat. Lt. Thompson finally knocks himself out and enters the dream world. He sees his daughter held by Krueger and tries to talk him into letting her go. Freddy humors it for a moment but keeps his glove level with Nancy’s throat.
Garcia, seeing an opening, charges at Freddy, but with a crit fail ends up running into Nancy and jams her neck into Freddy’s blades and causes her to be decapitated.
Lt. Thompson is frozen in terror and so Freddy attacks Garcia ripping his chest open. Then turning his attention to Thompson, Freddy decides he’d rather allow the torment to continue for the man who organized his initial death and wakes Thompson up.
Lt. Thompson comes to on the floor of the factory next to the bloody decapitated corpse of his daughter and near the dead bodies of Tina and Garcia. Sirens closing in the distance. Due to his violent actions with Garcia and angry conversation with his wife earlier, Thompson makes a roll and decides that his life has been destroyed. Both of his children are dead, his wife (whom he still loved) is in an asylum, and he will likely be thrown in prison for the murders, decides to give us a very dark ending, and turn his shotgun on himself.
The film ends with the camera panning back over the chaos of the boiler room as police officers run into the factory. They yell “Lt. put the gun down. Do it. No don’t!” and we smash cut to black as we hear a shotgun discharge.
fin

And that was my group's version of A Nightmare on Elm Street
I’m thinking about running a sequel were Garcia’s daughter returns to Springwood 10 years later to discover the truth about her father’s death. She would likely be joined by either some local teens who are trying to get their Scooby-Doo on or a documentary film crew trying to cover the story of the crazy police officer.
I will be posting the recaps for Pumpkinhead and The Evil Dead as soon as I am able to get them written out.
I hope y’all enjoy these as much as we all enjoyed running them.
Happy Halloween month everyone!
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2020.10.11 22:12 thattashh Boy mom nude

I’ve been posting on this sub for a while now but my story is taking a new turn (my previous posts go into detail about all I’ve gone through with my PA for now over 2 years)
My fiancé and I had a fight and another d-day. It resulted in me leaving the house for a few hours but ultimately coming home to hear him out. He begged me for one more week for him to prove he’s going to change, ect. I reluctantly agreed and have let the week go by, simply observing any changes in his behavior. Something started feeling off yesterday and I couldn’t quite figure it out. I was going to let him know we needed to talk but I decided to look through his phone first because he won’t admit to me if he has had a relapse.
He uses Reddit and I know he uses Imgur. I had looked through his Imgur account before and never saw anything, it said he had only joined in May which didn’t raise any major concerns to me as it’s popular on Reddit. He has looked at porn on YouTube before so on his phone, I typed in “Y” in the search by to pull up the app. I noticed that Imgur had suggested something called “Yanny” and I clicked it open. It was some a collection of pictures of a girl he knows IRL and hooked up with in the past, and followed on Instagram (before he deleted it) and some of her pictures she posted in a bikini, a side boob shot, and some of her nudes. I went back to the search bar and typed in A. I was completely surprised to see “Ashh” pop up and clicked it open. It was photos of me. Nude photos I have taken and sent him, photos he has taken of us during sex, some that have my face... I went back and typed B and one called BB popped up (those happen to be his ex’s initials) and I felt like someone punched me in the gut. There was a new picture from one of her online profiles and a bunch of old nude photos of her. I only saw a couple before I closed it because I was literally going to be sick. I have no idea what exactly he kept and I never will. There was a total of 4 albums including mine, some of which were photos I found hidden on his work laptop a few months ago that he swore he didn’t remember and didn’t know about. He says they’re private so no one was actually able to see my album.
Our entire relationship I’ve had anxiety instilled in me about his ex. There were multiple times in the beginning of our relationship where she came over to his house (what became our house) when I wasn’t home to get her stuff. Without going into too much detail, there’s been other things around her that have caused me serious anxiety and feeling like not enough for him. Like he happened to get me pregnant so now he’s stuck with me. He assured me time after time that I had nothing to worry about... but that’s obviously not true. I found out I was pregnant again in mid February and I guess February/March is when he saved a photo from her social media, which means even after finding out we were having another baby, he still needed to have her pictures in his “collection”.
I’m leaving him, he knows. I feel so broken and overwhelmed. I’m about to be 39 weeks pregnant and will be a single mom of two boys.
I feel like no one will ever love me the way I know I deserve to be loved. I was never enough for my fiancé, or my ex boyfriend before him. I don’t understand what I’ve done to be cheated on, lied to, gaslighted, manipulated, abused in different ways, body shamed, and made to feel so naive and alone between my past two relationships. I mean like yeah I don’t have a perfect body right now but... I had a baby and as I started finally losing the baby weight and going to the gym, I got pregnant and COVID hit. So no I don’t have a flag stomach (there’s a 7lb baby in me) or a perfect form butt or big boobs... but I deserve to be wanted for more than that. I deserve to be wanted by my partner for me, without fear that I’m not enough or that he’s constantly looking elsewhere. I’ve realized I’m somewhere between two of his “types”. I’m half Latina and half white and those literally seem to be what he’s into (thick Latinas or petite blondes).
And now I genuinely feel like no man will ever love me, and want only me (sexually, emotionally, ect) or honestly even be atttacted to me. I’m covered in stretch marks from my babies, I’ll have had (hopefully) two vaginal births, I’m FULLLLLL of insecurities caused by two different men from two different relationships where I wasn’t enough even in my best shape...
I basically feel dead inside
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2020.10.11 21:39 tiktokboy i need help.

this is going to be really long but i really need help. i’m a freshman in highschool. i live in a abusive home. i’ve never had a great relationship with my parents but im really on edge right now. my parents are both southeast asian immigrants, which are stereotyped as extremely strict, and they are. it wasnt always this way but its built up really bad over the years and now i have no idea what to do. i want to talk to my school counselor about everything thats going on but i want to explain the whole story to y’all so i can have an idea for what might happen. im not completely innocent in this whole story either but neither is anyone else in this family.
i’m 14 years old and bisexual. nobody in my family knows my sexual orientation. i used to live with my grandparents in kindergarten and moved to live with my parents and sisters in 1st grade. i have 2 older sisters and a brother. my half sister(in her late 20s now), my other sister (18 now), n my baby brother (1 year old). my dad has an insane temper and my mom is extremely controlling. both of them are racist, homophobic, and ignorant. they both have this mindset that the parent is on a higher level than the child and that the child has to follow and listen to whatever the parent says regardless of what it is. the rest of my family does not live in the same town as me and are extremely judgmental. i only get along with my sister(18) sometimes and 2 cousins. theres been abuse in other parts of my family too. my whole bloodline is fucked up.
my half sister is the outcast of my family. she didnt get along w my parents either and in 2nd grade she ran away. she came back in a cop car to get all her things and got in a big argument with my dad and was escorted out. the last time i saw her was 3rd grade at my grandpa’s funeral. and i cant remember exactly what year but it was around this era, but my parents, sister(18) ,and i were driving home from a family event and my sister and i were sleeping in the backseat. we woke up because my parents were arguing but they were speaking khmer and im not fluent so i wasnt sure what they said. my dad stopped the car, started hitting my mom, grabbing her , and tried to push her out of the car.
5th grade was the peak of my life. i had such a great group of friends and i was a popular girl. i didnt have a phone tho and i got social media that year on my ipad. (this is gonna play a big role in my life)
in 6th grade i stole my dad’s credit card and tried to buy a phone so i could talk to my friends since my ipad had been broken and i wasnt allowed to go out. i was beaten badly and i honestly did deserve it. i had also gotten into trouble at school for vaping and begged the assistant principal to not tell my dad and explained that he was abusive and she hinted to my dad that i told him that so he wouldnt hit me and then next day when she checked my body for bruises and found nothing she probably thought i was lying. i also told the counselor about my parents domestic violence that year too and nothing was done. i had started to become messy and unable to take care of myself. it was hard to get up and shower most days.
7th grade i got a phone and i was a social media addict. i gained popularity because of social media and i met a guy who was in 9th grade(11th now) and started dating him (worst mistake of my life) he kept asking me for nudes, really only wanted me for sex and because i was pretty & played basketball. we broke up 2 years ago but somehow he still affects me. i ended up sending him nudes later on 8th grade year and boy did that body dysmorphia hit. i was hospitalized for 2-3 days in the hospital for severe anemia, pica, and abnormal periods. i had to ride in an ambulance and the hospital bill was so expensive and my dad got so mad. he acted like i wanted it to happen and i wanted to get sick, when my half sister had anemia too and i was just born it with. in the summer after 7th grade, my baby brother was born.
in 8th grade i was trying to figure out who i wanted to be. i sent nudes to 2 (at the time) 9th graders and was convinced boys will only want you for sex. but i allowed myself to be used like that because i craved the attention because i was not getting it from my parents. then it happened. it was thanksgiving day. we didnt celebrate this year so it was basically a regular old day for us. long story short, my dad had beaten my mom so bad that day both her eyes were swollen shut and she couldnt show her face at work for over a month. i had told my half sister over instagram dm’s about it & a friend. my half sister was so angry and appalled but she decided not to contact authorities so my friend called the police to do a wellness check on my mom for me because i was so scared and she asked for it to be anonymous. the police came, told my mom that her daughter asked for a wellness check, and my mom guilt tripped me and got mad that i tried to call the police. i debated on going to the counselor but after many failed attempts i just gave up and decided to move on. i hadn’t taken any of my prescribed medicines for my anemia for almost a year because my dad hadn’t gone to refill them and i could feel the symptoms on my anemia coming back. since the incident of my dad almost beating my mom to death i lost focus in school. covid-19 had been very difficult for me because as an asian individual i started to face even more racism at school and in public. i started to lose self worth. i had trouble concentrating and i was trying so hard for it not to show on my report card, and it didnt. i got in trouble for cheating and my dad was called. when i came home my parents were rummaging through my messy room. i was in big trouble. then school closed because of quarantine. i slept in the living room for almost 3 weeks. i became suicidal because there was no escape from home at school anymore. i was home 24/7 and i felt anxious. i wrote a suicide note and overdosed. it didnt work because my body threw it all up while i was passed out. i was not taken to the hospital and my sister cried so hard. i felt so guilty. i started replacing my self harm scars with stick and pokes instead because i wouldnt want to slice artwork on my arms. i started doing drugs. only nicotine and marijuana, nothing more. my sister(18) had left town so my cousin could teacher her how to drive so i was stuck babysitting my brother almost all hours of the day. i was mentally exhausted. i would cry on the bathroom floor every night. i would rearrange my room often to have a sense of change and new environment. i dyed my hair. then my sister came back and i went out of town for a week. only 1 week. the whole summer, quarantined.
the week i left my house to go see my family out of town was the week school started. 9th grade. i did school online because of covid and i had to spend my birthday doing school. nobody in my family knew it was my birthday and my uncle even degraded me on my birthday because i looked “emo” because i had a strip of my hair red. i came back home and begged my dad to let me go to school in person because i just wasnt learning online. he let me go back and school was so difficult. i had no interest in learning, except in principles of health science because my teacher made that class fun. one day at home, long story short, my glasses were broken. my dad grabbed my hair and started called me useless and waste of money and started holding the hospital bills over my head again. we got in a really big fight because he was accusing me of breaking them on purpose. a friend gave me contacts i could have and tried to get me to talk to the counselor but i pussied out. my dad didnt talk to me for almost 2 months and only acknowledged my mom, sister, and brother. i feel uncomfortable at home around him or near him. yesterday my mom and dad found out i smoked and they ransacked my room and threw away many things that made me happy. i have to sleep in their room now and am not allowed to be by myself anymore. my dad threatened to kill me and was grabbing my hair and face and he left a scratch on my nose. im realizing that i need help. i need threapy. i need rehab. i do not want to continue drugs. i do not want to continue tattooing myself/ piercing in place of cutting. i want to be removed from my household but i worry about sending my parents to jail because my sister is in college and needs support and my baby brother needs a mom and dad. i have a picture of my mom from the night my dad beat her badly and my half sister & sister can confirm that he has had a violent past. but im not sure if thats enough. and what if this attempt fails too and im stuck in this household and they find out i tried to turn them in? what would happen if i told the school counselor about this because im scared.
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2020.10.11 20:32 tiktokboy Boy mom nude

this is going to be really long but i really need help. i’m a freshman in highschool. i live in a abusive home. i’ve never had a great relationship with my parents but im really on edge right now. my parents are both southeast asian immigrants, which are stereotyped as extremely strict, and they are. it wasnt always this way but its built up really bad over the years and now i have no idea what to do. i want to talk to my school counselor about everything thats going on but i want to explain the whole story to y’all so i can have an idea for what might happen. im not completely innocent in this whole story either but neither is anyone else in this family.
i’m 14 years old and bisexual. nobody in my family knows my sexual orientation. i used to live with my grandparents in kindergarten and moved to live with my parents and sisters in 1st grade. i have 2 older sisters and a brother. my half sister(in her late 20s now), my other sister (18 now), n my baby brother (1 year old). my dad has an insane temper and my mom is extremely controlling. both of them are racist, homophobic, and ignorant. they both have this mindset that the parent is on a higher level than the child and that the child has to follow and listen to whatever the parent says regardless of what it is. the rest of my family does not live in the same town as me and are extremely judgmental. i only get along with my sister(18) sometimes and 2 cousins. theres been abuse in other parts of my family too. my whole bloodline is fucked up.
my half sister is the outcast of my family. she didnt get along w my parents either and in 2nd grade she ran away. she came back in a cop car to get all her things and got in a big argument with my dad and was escorted out. the last time i saw her was 3rd grade at my grandpa’s funeral. and i cant remember exactly what year but it was around this era, but my parents, sister(18) ,and i were driving home from a family event and my sister and i were sleeping in the backseat. we woke up because my parents were arguing but they were speaking khmer and im not fluent so i wasnt sure what they said. my dad stopped the car, started hitting my mom, grabbing her , and tried to push her out of the car.
5th grade was the peak of my life. i had such a great group of friends and i was a popular girl. i didnt have a phone tho and i got social media that year on my ipad. (this is gonna play a big role in my life)
in 6th grade i stole my dad’s credit card and tried to buy a phone so i could talk to my friends since my ipad had been broken and i wasnt allowed to go out. i was beaten badly and i honestly did deserve it. i had also gotten into trouble at school for vaping and begged the assistant principal to not tell my dad and explained that he was abusive and she hinted to my dad that i told him that so he wouldnt hit me and then next day when she checked my body for bruises and found nothing she probably thought i was lying. i also told the counselor about my parents domestic violence that year too and nothing was done. i had started to become messy and unable to take care of myself. it was hard to get up and shower most days.
7th grade i got a phone and i was a social media addict. i gained popularity because of social media and i met a guy who was in 9th grade(11th now) and started dating him (worst mistake of my life) he kept asking me for nudes, really only wanted me for sex and because i was pretty & played basketball. we broke up 2 years ago but somehow he still affects me. i ended up sending him nudes later on 8th grade year and boy did that body dysmorphia hit. i was hospitalized for 2-3 days in the hospital for severe anemia, pica, and abnormal periods. i had to ride in an ambulance and the hospital bill was so expensive and my dad got so mad. he acted like i wanted it to happen and i wanted to get sick, when my half sister had anemia too and i was just born it with. in the summer after 7th grade, my baby brother was born.
in 8th grade i was trying to figure out who i wanted to be. i sent nudes to 2 (at the time) 9th graders and was convinced boys will only want you for sex. but i allowed myself to be used like that because i craved the attention because i was not getting it from my parents. then it happened. it was thanksgiving day. we didnt celebrate this year so it was basically a regular old day for us. long story short, my dad had beaten my mom so bad that day both her eyes were swollen shut and she couldnt show her face at work for over a month. i had told my half sister over instagram dm’s about it & a friend. my half sister was so angry and appalled but she decided not to contact authorities so my friend called the police to do a wellness check on my mom for me because i was so scared and she asked for it to be anonymous. the police came, told my mom that her daughter asked for a wellness check, and my mom guilt tripped me and got mad that i tried to call the police. i debated on going to the counselor but after many failed attempts i just gave up and decided to move on. i hadn’t taken any of my prescribed medicines for my anemia for almost a year because my dad hadn’t gone to refill them and i could feel the symptoms on my anemia coming back. since the incident of my dad almost beating my mom to death i lost focus in school. covid-19 had been very difficult for me because as an asian individual i started to face even more racism at school and in public. i started to lose self worth. i had trouble concentrating and i was trying so hard for it not to show on my report card, and it didnt. i got in trouble for cheating and my dad was called. when i came home my parents were rummaging through my messy room. i was in big trouble. then school closed because of quarantine. i slept in the living room for almost 3 weeks. i became suicidal because there was no escape from home at school anymore. i was home 24/7 and i felt anxious. i wrote a suicide note and overdosed. it didnt work because my body threw it all up while i was passed out. i was not taken to the hospital and my sister cried so hard. i felt so guilty. i started replacing my self harm scars with stick and pokes instead because i wouldnt want to slice artwork on my arms. i started doing drugs. only nicotine and marijuana, nothing more. my sister(18) had left town so my cousin could teacher her how to drive so i was stuck babysitting my brother almost all hours of the day. i was mentally exhausted. i would cry on the bathroom floor every night. i would rearrange my room often to have a sense of change and new environment. i dyed my hair. then my sister came back and i went out of town for a week. only 1 week. the whole summer, quarantined.
the week i left my house to go see my family out of town was the week school started. 9th grade. i did school online because of covid and i had to spend my birthday doing school. nobody in my family knew it was my birthday and my uncle even degraded me on my birthday because i looked “emo” because i had a strip of my hair red. i came back home and begged my dad to let me go to school in person because i just wasnt learning online. he let me go back and school was so difficult. i had no interest in learning, except in principles of health science because my teacher made that class fun. one day at home, long story short, my glasses were broken. my dad grabbed my hair and started called me useless and waste of money and started holding the hospital bills over my head again. we got in a really big fight because he was accusing me of breaking them on purpose. a friend gave me contacts i could have and tried to get me to talk to the counselor but i pussied out. my dad didnt talk to me for almost 2 months and only acknowledged my mom, sister, and brother. i feel uncomfortable at home around him or near him. yesterday my mom and dad found out i smoked and they ransacked my room and threw away many things that made me happy. i have to sleep in their room now and am not allowed to be by myself anymore. my dad threatened to kill me and was grabbing my hair and face and he left a scratch on my nose. im realizing that i need help. i need threapy. i need rehab. i do not want to continue drugs. i do not want to continue tattooing myself/ piercing in place of cutting. i want to be removed from my household but i worry about sending my parents to jail because sarina is in college and needs support and my baby brother needs a mom and dad. i have a picture of my mom from the night my dad beat her badly and my half sister & sister can confirm that he has had a violent past. but im not sure if thats enough. and what if this attempt fails too and im stuck in this household and they find out i tried to turn them in? what would happen if i told the school counselor about this because im scared.
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2020.10.11 03:28 tiktokboy i need help.

this is going to be really long but i really need help. i’m a freshman in highschool. i live in a abusive home. i’ve never had a great relationship with my parents but im really on edge right now. my parents are both southeast asian immigrants, which are stereotyped as extremely strict, and they are. it wasnt always this way but its built up really bad over the years and now i have no idea what to do. i want to talk to my school counselor about everything thats going on but i want to explain the whole story to y’all so i can have an idea for what might happen. im not completely innocent in this whole story either but neither is anyone else in this family.
i’m 14 years old and bisexual. nobody in my family knows my sexual orientation. i used to live with my grandparents in kindergarten and moved to live with my parents and sisters in 1st grade. i have 2 older sisters and a brother. my half sister(in her late 20s now), my other sister (18 now), n my baby brother (1 year old). my dad has an insane temper and my mom is extremely controlling. both of them are racist, homophobic, and ignorant. they both have this mindset that the parent is on a higher level than the child and that the child has to follow and listen to whatever the parent says regardless of what it is. the rest of my family does not live in the same town as me and are extremely judgmental. i only get along with my sister(18) sometimes and 2 cousins. theres been abuse in other parts of my family too. my whole bloodline is fucked up.
my half sister is the outcast of my family. she didnt get along w my parents either and in 2nd grade she ran away. she came back in a cop car to get all her things and got in a big argument with my dad and was escorted out. the last time i saw her was 3rd grade at my grandpa’s funeral. and i cant remember exactly what year but it was around this era, but my parents, sister(18) ,and i were driving home from a family event and my sister and i were sleeping in the backseat. we woke up because my parents were arguing but they were speaking khmer and im not fluent so i wasnt sure what they said. my dad stopped the car, started hitting my mom, grabbing her , and tried to push her out of the car.
5th grade was the peak of my life. i had such a great group of friends and i was a popular girl. i didnt have a phone tho and i got social media that year on my ipad. (this is gonna play a big role in my life)
in 6th grade i stole my dad’s credit card and tried to buy a phone so i could talk to my friends since my ipad had been broken and i wasnt allowed to go out. i was beaten badly and i honestly did deserve it. i had also gotten into trouble at school for vaping and begged the assistant principal to not tell my dad and explained that he was abusive and she hinted to my dad that i told him that so he wouldnt hit me and then next day when she checked my body for bruises and found nothing she probably thought i was lying. i also told the counselor about my parents domestic violence that year too and nothing was done. i had started to become messy and unable to take care of myself. it was hard to get up and shower most days.
7th grade i got a phone and i was a social media addict. i gained popularity because of social media and i met a guy who was in 9th grade(11th now) and started dating him (worst mistake of my life) he kept asking me for nudes, really only wanted me for sex and because i was pretty & played basketball. we broke up 2 years ago but somehow he still affects me. i ended up sending him nudes later on 8th grade year and boy did that body dysmorphia hit. i was hospitalized for 2-3 days in the hospital for severe anemia, pica, and abnormal periods. i had to ride in an ambulance and the hospital bill was so expensive and my dad got so mad. he acted like i wanted it to happen and i wanted to get sick, when my half sister had anemia too and i was just born it with. in the summer after 7th grade, my baby brother was born.
in 8th grade i was trying to figure out who i wanted to be. i sent nudes to 2 (at the time) 9th graders and was convinced boys will only want you for sex. but i allowed myself to be used like that because i craved the attention because i was not getting it from my parents. then it happened. it was thanksgiving day. we didnt celebrate this year so it was basically a regular old day for us. long story short, my dad had beaten my mom so bad that day both her eyes were swollen shut and she couldnt show her face at work for over a month. i had told my half sister over instagram dm’s about it & a friend. my half sister was so angry and appalled but she decided not to contact authorities so my friend called the police to do a wellness check on my mom for me because i was so scared and she asked for it to be anonymous. the police came, told my mom that her daughter asked for a wellness check, and my mom guilt tripped me and got mad that i tried to call the police. i debated on going to the counselor but after many failed attempts i just gave up and decided to move on. i hadn’t taken any of my prescribed medicines for my anemia for almost a year because my dad hadn’t gone to refill them and i could feel the symptoms on my anemia coming back. since the incident of my dad almost beating my mom to death i lost focus in school. covid-19 had been very difficult for me because as an asian individual i started to face even more racism at school and in public. i started to lose self worth. i had trouble concentrating and i was trying so hard for it not to show on my report card, and it didnt. i got in trouble for cheating and my dad was called. when i came home my parents were rummaging through my messy room. i was in big trouble. then school closed because of quarantine. i slept in the living room for almost 3 weeks. i became suicidal because there was no escape from home at school anymore. i was home 24/7 and i felt anxious. i wrote a suicide note and overdosed. it didnt work because my body threw it all up while i was passed out. i was not taken to the hospital and my sister cried so hard. i felt so guilty. i started replacing my self harm scars with stick and pokes instead because i wouldnt want to slice artwork on my arms. i started doing drugs. only nicotine and marijuana, nothing more. my sister(18) had left town so my cousin could teacher her how to drive so i was stuck babysitting my brother almost all hours of the day. i was mentally exhausted. i would cry on the bathroom floor every night. i would rearrange my room often to have a sense of change and new environment. i dyed my hair. then my sister came back and i went out of town for a week. only 1 week. the whole summer, quarantined.
the week i left my house to go see my family out of town was the week school started. 9th grade. i did school online because of covid and i had to spend my birthday doing school. nobody in my family knew it was my birthday and my uncle even degraded me on my birthday because i looked “emo” because i had a strip of my hair red. i came back home and begged my dad to let me go to school in person because i just wasnt learning online. he let me go back and school was so difficult. i had no interest in learning, except in principles of health science because my teacher made that class fun. one day at home, long story short, my glasses were broken. my dad grabbed my hair and started called me useless and waste of money and started holding the hospital bills over my head again. we got in a really big fight because he was accusing me of breaking them on purpose. a friend gave me contacts i could have and tried to get me to talk to the counselor but i pussied out. my dad didnt talk to me for almost 2 months and only acknowledged my mom, sister, and brother. i feel uncomfortable at home around him or near him. yesterday my mom and dad found out i smoked and they ransacked my room and threw away many things that made me happy. i have to sleep in their room now and am not allowed to be by myself anymore. my dad threatened to kill me and was grabbing my hair and face and he left a scratch on my nose. im realizing that i need help. i need threapy. i need rehab. i do not want to continue drugs. i do not want to continue tattooing myself/ piercing in place of cutting. i want to be removed from my household but i worry about sending my parents to jail because sarina is in college and needs support and my baby brother needs a mom and dad. i have a picture of my mom from the night my dad beat her badly and my half sister & sister can confirm that he has had a violent past. but im not sure if thats enough. and what if this attempt fails too and im stuck in this household and they find out i tried to turn them in? what would happen if i told the school counselor about this because im scared.
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2020.10.11 03:25 tiktokboy Boy mom nude

this is going to be really long but i really need help. i’m a freshman in highschool. i live in a abusive home. i’ve never had a great relationship with my parents but im really on edge right now. my parents are both southeast asian immigrants, which are stereotyped as extremely strict, and they are. it wasnt always this way but its built up really bad over the years and now i have no idea what to do. i want to talk to my school counselor about everything thats going on but i want to explain the whole story to y’all so i can have an idea for what might happen. im not completely innocent in this whole story either but neither is anyone else in this family.
i’m 14 years old and bisexual. nobody in my family knows my sexual orientation. i used to live with my grandparents in kindergarten and moved to live with my parents and sisters in 1st grade. i have 2 older sisters and a brother. my half sister(in her late 20s now), my other sister (18 now), n my baby brother (1 year old). my dad has an insane temper and my mom is extremely controlling. both of them are racist, homophobic, and ignorant. they both have this mindset that the parent is on a higher level than the child and that the child has to follow and listen to whatever the parent says regardless of what it is. the rest of my family does not live in the same town as me and are extremely judgmental. i only get along with my sister(18) sometimes and 2 cousins. theres been abuse in other parts of my family too. my whole bloodline is fucked up.
my half sister is the outcast of my family. she didnt get along w my parents either and in 2nd grade she ran away. she came back in a cop car to get all her things and got in a big argument with my dad and was escorted out. the last time i saw her was 3rd grade at my grandpa’s funeral. and i cant remember exactly what year but it was around this era, but my parents, sister(18) ,and i were driving home from a family event and my sister and i were sleeping in the backseat. we woke up because my parents were arguing but they were speaking khmer and im not fluent so i wasnt sure what they said. my dad stopped the car, started hitting my mom, grabbing her , and tried to push her out of the car.
5th grade was the peak of my life. i had such a great group of friends and i was a popular girl. i didnt have a phone tho and i got social media that year on my ipad. (this is gonna play a big role in my life)
in 6th grade i stole my dad’s credit card and tried to buy a phone so i could talk to my friends since my ipad had been broken and i wasnt allowed to go out. i was beaten badly and i honestly did deserve it. i had also gotten into trouble at school for vaping and begged the assistant principal to not tell my dad and explained that he was abusive and she hinted to my dad that i told him that so he wouldnt hit me and then next day when she checked my body for bruises and found nothing she probably thought i was lying. i also told the counselor about my parents domestic violence that year too and nothing was done. i had started to become messy and unable to take care of myself. it was hard to get up and shower most days.
7th grade i got a phone and i was a social media addict. i gained popularity because of social media and i met a guy who was in 9th grade(11th now) and started dating him (worst mistake of my life) he kept asking me for nudes, really only wanted me for sex and because i was pretty & played basketball. we broke up 2 years ago but somehow he still affects me. i ended up sending him nudes later on 8th grade year and boy did that body dysmorphia hit. i was hospitalized for 2-3 days in the hospital for severe anemia, pica, and abnormal periods. i had to ride in an ambulance and the hospital bill was so expensive and my dad got so mad. he acted like i wanted it to happen and i wanted to get sick, when my half sister had anemia too and i was just born it with. in the summer after 7th grade, my baby brother was born.
in 8th grade i was trying to figure out who i wanted to be. i sent nudes to 2 (at the time) 9th graders and was convinced boys will only want you for sex. but i allowed myself to be used like that because i craved the attention because i was not getting it from my parents. then it happened. it was thanksgiving day. we didnt celebrate this year so it was basically a regular old day for us. long story short, my dad had beaten my mom so bad that day both her eyes were swollen shut and she couldnt show her face at work for over a month. i had told my half sister over instagram dm’s about it & a friend. my half sister was so angry and appalled but she decided not to contact authorities so my friend called the police to do a wellness check on my mom for me because i was so scared and she asked for it to be anonymous. the police came, told my mom that her daughter asked for a wellness check, and my mom guilt tripped me and got mad that i tried to call the police. i debated on going to the counselor but after many failed attempts i just gave up and decided to move on. i hadn’t taken any of my prescribed medicines for my anemia for almost a year because my dad hadn’t gone to refill them and i could feel the symptoms on my anemia coming back. since the incident of my dad almost beating my mom to death i lost focus in school. covid-19 had been very difficult for me because as an asian individual i started to face even more racism at school and in public. i started to lose self worth. i had trouble concentrating and i was trying so hard for it not to show on my report card, and it didnt. i got in trouble for cheating and my dad was called. when i came home my parents were rummaging through my messy room. i was in big trouble. then school closed because of quarantine. i slept in the living room for almost 3 weeks. i became suicidal because there was no escape from home at school anymore. i was home 24/7 and i felt anxious. i wrote a suicide note and overdosed. it didnt work because my body threw it all up while i was passed out. i was not taken to the hospital and my sister cried so hard. i felt so guilty. i started replacing my self harm scars with stick and pokes instead because i wouldnt want to slice artwork on my arms. i started doing drugs. only nicotine and marijuana, nothing more. my sister(18) had left town so my cousin could teacher her how to drive so i was stuck babysitting my brother almost all hours of the day. i was mentally exhausted. i would cry on the bathroom floor every night. i would rearrange my room often to have a sense of change and new environment. i dyed my hair. then my sister came back and i went out of town for a week. only 1 week. the whole summer, quarantined.
the week i left my house to go see my family out of town was the week school started. 9th grade. i did school online because of covid and i had to spend my birthday doing school. nobody in my family knew it was my birthday and my uncle even degraded me on my birthday because i looked “emo” because i had a strip of my hair red. i came back home and begged my dad to let me go to school in person because i just wasnt learning online. he let me go back and school was so difficult. i had no interest in learning, except in principles of health science because my teacher made that class fun. one day at home, long story short, my glasses were broken. my dad grabbed my hair and started called me useless and waste of money and started holding the hospital bills over my head again. we got in a really big fight because he was accusing me of breaking them on purpose. a friend gave me contacts i could have and tried to get me to talk to the counselor but i pussied out. my dad didnt talk to me for almost 2 months and only acknowledged my mom, sister, and brother. i feel uncomfortable at home around him or near him. yesterday my mom and dad found out i smoked and they ransacked my room and threw away many things that made me happy. i have to sleep in their room now and am not allowed to be by myself anymore. my dad threatened to kill me and was grabbing my hair and face and he left a scratch on my nose. im realizing that i need help. i need threapy. i need rehab. i do not want to continue drugs. i do not want to continue tattooing myself/ piercing in place of cutting. i want to be removed from my household but i worry about sending my parents to jail because sarina is in college and needs support and my baby brother needs a mom and dad. i have a picture of my mom from the night my dad beat her badly and my half sister & sister can confirm that he has had a violent past. but im not sure if thats enough. and what if this attempt fails too and im stuck in this household and they find out i tried to turn them in? what would happen if i told the school counselor about this because im scared.
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2020.10.11 03:15 tiktokboy i need help.

this is going to be really long but i really need help. i’m a freshman in highschool. i live in a abusive home. i’ve never had a great relationship with my parents but im really on edge right now. my parents are both southeast asian immigrants, which are stereotyped as extremely strict, and they are. it wasnt always this way but its built up really bad over the years and now i have no idea what to do. i want to talk to my school counselor about everything thats going on but i want to explain the whole story to y’all so i can have an idea for what might happen. im not completely innocent in this whole story either but neither is anyone else in this family.
i’m 14 years old and bisexual. nobody in my family knows my sexual orientation. i used to live with my grandparents in kindergarten and moved to live with my parents and sisters in 1st grade. i have 2 older sisters and a brother. my half sister(in her late 20s now), my other sister (18 now), n my baby brother (1 year old). my dad has an insane temper and my mom is extremely controlling. both of them are racist, homophobic, and ignorant. they both have this mindset that the parent is on a higher level than the child and that the child has to follow and listen to whatever the parent says regardless of what it is. the rest of my family does not live in the same town as me and are extremely judgmental. i only get along with my sister(18) sometimes and 2 cousins. theres been abuse in other parts of my family too. my whole bloodline is fucked up.
my half sister is the outcast of my family. she didnt get along w my parents either and in 2nd grade she ran away. she came back in a cop car to get all her things and got in a big argument with my dad and was escorted out. the last time i saw her was 3rd grade at my grandpa’s funeral. and i cant remember exactly what year but it was around this era, but my parents, sister(18) ,and i were driving home from a family event and my sister and i were sleeping in the backseat. we woke up because my parents were arguing but they were speaking khmer and im not fluent so i wasnt sure what they said. my dad stopped the car, started hitting my mom, grabbing her , and tried to push her out of the car.
5th grade was the peak of my life. i had such a great group of friends and i was a popular girl. i didnt have a phone tho and i got social media that year on my ipad. (this is gonna play a big role in my life)
in 6th grade i stole my dad’s credit card and tried to buy a phone so i could talk to my friends since my ipad had been broken and i wasnt allowed to go out. i was beaten badly and i honestly did deserve it. i had also gotten into trouble at school for vaping and begged the assistant principal to not tell my dad and explained that he was abusive and she hinted to my dad that i told him that so he wouldnt hit me and then next day when she checked my body for bruises and found nothing she probably thought i was lying. i also told the counselor about my parents domestic violence that year too and nothing was done. i had started to become messy and unable to take care of myself. it was hard to get up and shower most days.
7th grade i got a phone and i was a social media addict. i gained popularity because of social media and i met a guy who was in 9th grade(11th now) and started dating him (worst mistake of my life) he kept asking me for nudes, really only wanted me for sex and because i was pretty & played basketball. we broke up 2 years ago but somehow he still affects me. i ended up sending him nudes later on 8th grade year and boy did that body dysmorphia hit. i was hospitalized for 2-3 days in the hospital for severe anemia, pica, and abnormal periods. i had to ride in an ambulance and the hospital bill was so expensive and my dad got so mad. he acted like i wanted it to happen and i wanted to get sick, when my half sister had anemia too and i was just born it with. in the summer after 7th grade, my baby brother was born.
in 8th grade i was trying to figure out who i wanted to be. i sent nudes to 2 (at the time) 9th graders and was convinced boys will only want you for sex. but i allowed myself to be used like that because i craved the attention because i was not getting it from my parents. then it happened. it was thanksgiving day. we didnt celebrate this year so it was basically a regular old day for us. long story short, my dad had beaten my mom so bad that day both her eyes were swollen shut and she couldnt show her face at work for over a month. i had told my half sister over instagram dm’s about it & a friend. my half sister was so angry and appalled but she decided not to contact authorities so my friend called the police to do a wellness check on my mom for me because i was so scared and she asked for it to be anonymous. the police came, told my mom that her daughter asked for a wellness check, and my mom guilt tripped me and got mad that i tried to call the police. i debated on going to the counselor but after many failed attempts i just gave up and decided to move on. i hadn’t taken any of my prescribed medicines for my anemia for almost a year because my dad hadn’t gone to refill them and i could feel the symptoms on my anemia coming back. since the incident of my dad almost beating my mom to death i lost focus in school. covid-19 had been very difficult for me because as an asian individual i started to face even more racism at school and in public. i started to lose self worth. i had trouble concentrating and i was trying so hard for it not to show on my report card, and it didnt. i got in trouble for cheating and my dad was called. when i came home my parents were rummaging through my messy room. i was in big trouble. then school closed because of quarantine. i slept in the living room for almost 3 weeks. i became suicidal because there was no escape from home at school anymore. i was home 24/7 and i felt anxious. i wrote a suicide note and overdosed. it didnt work because my body threw it all up while i was passed out. i was not taken to the hospital and my sister cried so hard. i felt so guilty. i started replacing my self harm scars with stick and pokes instead because i wouldnt want to slice artwork on my arms. i started doing drugs. only nicotine and marijuana, nothing more. my sister(18) had left town so my cousin could teacher her how to drive so i was stuck babysitting my brother almost all hours of the day. i was mentally exhausted. i would cry on the bathroom floor every night. i would rearrange my room often to have a sense of change and new environment. i dyed my hair. then my sister came back and i went out of town for a week. only 1 week. the whole summer, quarantined.
the week i left my house to go see my family out of town was the week school started. 9th grade. i did school online because of covid and i had to spend my birthday doing school. nobody in my family knew it was my birthday and my uncle even degraded me on my birthday because i looked “emo” because i had a strip of my hair red. i came back home and begged my dad to let me go to school in person because i just wasnt learning online. he let me go back and school was so difficult. i had no interest in learning, except in principles of health science because my teacher made that class fun. one day at home, long story short, my glasses were broken. my dad grabbed my hair and started called me useless and waste of money and started holding the hospital bills over my head again. we got in a really big fight because he was accusing me of breaking them on purpose. a friend gave me contacts i could have and tried to get me to talk to the counselor but i pussied out. my dad didnt talk to me for almost 2 months and only acknowledged my mom, sister, and brother. i feel uncomfortable at home around him or near him. yesterday my mom and dad found out i smoked and they ransacked my room and threw away many things that made me happy. i have to sleep in their room now and am not allowed to be by myself anymore. my dad threatened to kill me and was grabbing my hair and face and he left a scratch on my nose. im realizing that i need help. i need threapy. i need rehab. i do not want to continue drugs. i do not want to continue tattooing myself/ piercing in place of cutting. i want to live in an environment im comfortable in. i want to be removed from my household but i worry about sending my parents to jail because sarina is in college and needs support and my baby brother needs a mom and dad. i have a picture of my mom from the night my dad beat her badly and my half sister & sister can confirm that he has had a violent past. but im not sure if thats enough. and what if this attempt fails too and im stuck in this household and they find out i tried to turn them in? what would happen if i told the school counselor about this because im scared.
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