I am 17 years old. I’ve never posted my problems on websites. I have a friend who I told everything to and it made me feel better. But as time went on, things got more complicated in my family, and it became difficult for me to talk about it even with my closest friend.
I have an ordinary family: mom, dad, me and my brother. Ever since I was a child I heard scandals, but they were only on weekends. All weekends our father slept, and the three of us would sit in separate rooms and create a coffin-like silence. If we weren’t talking in whispers, my father would run out and yell at the whole apartment.
We lived in that apartment until my 6th grade year, I didn’t know what a normal family looked like, and I never complained, even loved my father. Then we moved, it seemed like life started with a new leaf, but, of course, things continued.
When my father slept, we were silent, when he ate, my brother and I were not allowed in the kitchen, we were afraid to walk around the apartment talking, but then I took it all as if it were meant to be.
My father was involved in some illegal business and went to jail for it, for about two years. That’s when I realized what real life was, I felt the urge to come home soon, to my mother, to my brother. My mother became so happy, she stopped being afraid, we all started to live again. But nothing lasts forever, especially happiness, and my father came back.
My father was involved in some illegal business and went to jail for it, for about two years. That’s when I realized what real life was, I felt the urge to come home soon, to my mother, to my brother. My mother became so happy, she stopped being afraid, we all started to live again. But nothing lasts forever, especially happiness, and my father came back.
My brother has health problems, poorly developed speech, he is severely behind in his studies, he studies in a regular school with healthy children, so it is very difficult for him. And our father always didn’t care what was going on with us. He would give money to mom, and mom would buy everything.
But he didn’t play any role in our upbringing, he just yelled and that was it. Until they put him in jail, the only thing that saved us was that he worked hard and we rarely saw him. But after prison things got worse, he still doesn’t work, it’s his third year.
Tortures us, yells at us, picks on my brother why he’s such a bad student. My brother is a little slow with his studies, and he yells and yells at him.
There was such a case: Dad told Dima to learn a story, come to him and tell it. So he did. My mother and I heard him yelling at him, but we endured it. But then the roaring started, just for the fact that my brother, you see, was not paying attention, and jumped up and ran to them. Said calmly that he had no right to yell at the child and took Dimka away.
My mom helped me, but after 2 minutes, he flew into his room and started yelling, “Get up (my brother went to bed) and tell me. And then I heard my brother start crying. He had never cried in his life, he endured a broken arm, fractured clavicle, walked for two days at least squeaked, and then I hear – crying. I couldn’t help myself, I burst into the room.
A scandal broke out. My father hit me with his fist, and I hit him back. With each blow, I tried to get stronger in spirit, hoping that someday I would be able to hit him back for real. He would have beaten me up, but my mother flew in and saved me.
And it happened very often, there were weeks that were every day, sometimes once a week, sometimes less, as when. My father was sick in the head, his own sister was in an asylum, I think there was a place for him there, too.
When I hear him walk up the stairs in the entryway, my heart sinks. I don’t know how much more I can take.
I’ve read a lot of stories, and in fact, I just found out today that you can share with someone in this way. You can’t really talk to your family about it, or to your friends, especially when they have their own problems, or a perfect family, they won’t understand. Mom says that everything will be fine. But I know my mom is afraid to file for divorce, and it will never end.
I don’t have very close relatives to run to in case I need to hide or spend the night. There is a grandmother who lives alone, but she doesn’t want to help. She just calls and says, “You have such a fun family, I like it so much.
There was a time when I wasn’t home, my mom was away, and Dimka really wanted to stay with his grandmother so he wouldn’t have to stay with his father, but she wouldn’t let him come. It was winter and my brother was out in the cold all day.
My father is always humiliating us, bullying us, pissing us off. And one day he drove my brother so mad that when we were celebrating my grandmother’s birthday, Dimka said: “I wish you were dead.” My father smiled without thinking for a long time, then jumped up and started kicking him as hard as he could.
I don’t know who to turn to. I’ve often thought about committing suicide, but I realize that I will never leave my brother, and that maybe I can graduate from university, get a job, and leave here forever.
It may be strange, but since I have no one to share it with, I reassure myself with thoughts of having a normal life in the future. The scariest part is that every day when I go to bed, I pray that my father will die, and even stranger still, every night I imagine killing him, and I feel better. Maybe this is the limit I don’t know, could it get any worse?
I’ve written before that this is the first time I’ve written about my problems on the site. So I don’t know what I want: help or for someone to read and write that I am not alone. Or just to make me feel better that I have written all this.
I feel like I’m in a no-win situation. And maybe what I have already written about my problem will be the first step toward the freedom of my family.
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Show comments Hide commentsNadia, beating children, especially a sick son, is a criminal offense. You or your mother should report it to the social services or the police. If your “Father” wants to go back to prison. He is now just venting his anger and hatred on you and your family. The best way out is a divorce and a separate life from him. If you can do that… I grew up without a father myself and it is much better than a life of constant fear or beatings. Or you personally start to study, live in a dormitory or in another city. Can you live with your grandmother or other relatives?
No, I don’t have that option. And my mother is very afraid to file for divorce, she says that it will only get worse. I don’t know who to turn to. And no one can prove it, he looks so kind, only if the neighbors do. I have already asked, “What is going on there? I do not know what to do.
I agree with Irina, a person with a criminal record can easily go to jail for beating a child, not to mention such petty things as termination of parental rights and divorce without the right to see the children. But it is imperative to file a report and have the beatings taken down. Perhaps there is at least one adequate neighbor who will confirm in writing to the police the existence of your quarrel, beatings, etc. Yes. It is unpleasant and scary, but waiting until he kills you is scarier.
He doesn’t beat us very often, maybe four beatings a year. When he beat my brother he was in a cast, I already wrote when he broke his collarbone, and he kicked me in the back that was under the cast, and he can hit me in the head with all his strength, but not in the face, we cannot fix traces of beatings, and without that we have no power
I’m not a lawyer, but I think your testimony and the testimony of at least one neighbor will be enough. Start by calling the police to the house during the next scandal – they should take your father away and explain to him in the kidneys that this is not the right thing to do. What have you got to lose?
Thanks for your help, but I don’t know if I have the guts to call the police.
My grandfather beat his mother, my aunt beat her mother, my grandmother, to death. My aunt was my mother’s own sister, the eldest, and if my mother tried to stand up for my grandmother, she was also hurt (she was a teenager then), so it happened that there was no man in the house, and there was no one to put my aunt in her place. At that time (from my mother’s story) the police had the following answer: No body, no case; if she kills one of you, then we’ll come. I don’t think there are any “Larin’s”, “Plakhov’s” and so on in our real law enforcement agencies now. If you are brave enough – go straight to the prosecutor’s office, and it is better if your friends and neighbors know about it, so that in the case of inaction on your statement you could still “raise a hue and cry” and pacify the father, and at the same time punish the authorities for failure to perform their duties.
Nadyusha, I don’t know what city you live in, but everywhere there is such an institution called the State Social and Rehabilitation Center for Minors (simply called a “shelter”). I worked there myself for several years. Usually children taken from dysfunctional families are brought there, and they live there until their fate is decided – usually the deprivation of their parents’ rights, and then they go to an orphanage. In parallel, the children receive treatment, psychological rehabilitation, etc. But there are cases in my practice when a child comes to the center and writes an application to be removed from the family and allowed to live in the center because, for example, his parents are beating him. The child lives in the center, and the guardianship authorities begin to deal closely with his parents. As a result, for example, the court may restrict the parent’s rights for a certain period of time, deprive him of his rights, or even transfer the case to other agencies if it falls into the criminal category (for example, one girl was raped by her father for many years and ended up in prison). So, Nadyush, ask if there is such a center. And in an extreme case, when you have no strength left, and there is a threat to your life – take your brother and ask him there. This situation should not be left like this. Another option is to take pictures, record on a tape recorder, etc. Father’s behavior and take it to the police, write a statement. But of course, I would not want you to be subjected to such stress again. I advise you to involve the neighbors – if anything, put your hands at your feet, knock on your neighbors’ doors and shout that your father is killing. If you run away a few times, the neighbors themselves will contact the child welfare authorities or the police.