First off, I can't believe I'm actually writing this. I've tried to just ignore everything for so long, but now, I'm finally allowing myself to see things for what they truly are.
In a nutshell, my father has been emotionally/verbally abusive to me for about 6 years now. But last night, things jumped a level and he physically hurt me. Things started when I was a Sophomore in high school and I started gaining weight. I tried everything to lose the extra pounds, but nothing's helped and here I am 6 years later at my biggest ever. As I just kept gaining and gaining, the fat jokes started and won't stop. It's gotten so bad my 2 younger brothers have picked up on it and will without remorse, torment me about it and call me hurtful names and tell me I'm never gonna get married because what guy is gonna want to marry a whale(/moose/tub of lard/etc)? They constantly make jokes about my now ex-boyfriend, even when we were still dating - about how he must have been either really blind or extremely desperate to date me. I've been told on numerous occasions that I'm ugly and to not even attempt makeup because it's useless and it would take a miracle to make me look pretty.
All these things, I've just tried to brush off, because they're my family and I have to live with them anyway, so why fight it? It's not gonna do any good.
Yesterday, I went to the doctor for a cold that I've had for a month now. I've been trying to get rid of it on my own, but after a month, I gave up and went to get professional help. The doc gave me some antibiotics, as well as a shot in my sitting area. And I'll admit, I'm a BIG girl, so there's a lot of area there for me to sit on. So, I didn't want to say anything about it to my father, because I mean, why fuel the fire? So I didn't.
Later that day, when my Mom came to pick me up from work, I told her about it, mostly because it still kinda stung and this was like 6 hours after the fact. On our way in the front door I was telling her not to tell Dad and/or my brothers, because I just didn't want them to know. Well, Dad heard me say that he's not to know something and got a bit defensive. We joked around for a few minutes and he 'temporarily confiscated' something of mine until I told him what it was. Then he started laughing and refused to give back my item. That's when the abuse started. I went to get my thing back and in an attempt to grab me by my hair, he hit my head. Then he finally got a rather large firm fistful of hair. It hurt so badly that I couldn't move for a minute. He ended up pulling out some of my hair. I ended up on the floor in front of his recliner in pain and when I went to get up, he kicked me in the face. *He says the kick was a reflex, but what was it a reflex to? Who knows.* My nose is extremely sore and throbbing still and this was at 6 pm yesterday(the 7th). Also, my mouth is quite sore. It feels as if maybe a tooth or two shifted, but I'm not sure, because nothing looked different and there was no blood - just swelling and pain. After I got ice and was sitting on our couch crying and holding ice to my face he said "There are consequences to withholding information". A few minutes later, my mom sent me to my room to go to bed while everyone else went to church without me. Oh, did I not mention that? Mom was sitting right there the whole time. Now, granted, she did consistently tell him to stop, but she's an itty-bitty thing and he's a big guy so really, there was nothing she could do to stop him.
I've talked to 2 friends tonight and both are telling me to move out and report him. But I'm scared to do either thing. If I report him he'll probably be taken away, and if he's gone for more than a couple days, we won't have enough of an income as a family to keep a roof over our heads and my mom, 2 brothers and I will become homeless. That would be great right before Christmas.
And if I move out, first off I'd have to leave most of my things behind because I have nowhere to put them. *My best friend and her family have offered me a place to stay at their house, but I can't just pack up all my things and take them with me. It would take at LEAST two or three trips, maybe more. And after the first, I'd be locked out, because I'm sure my family would change the locks immediately.* Also, I have this terrible gut feeling that my family would completely turn their backs on me and act as if I never existed. And I'd hate that, because as abusive as they are, they're still my family.
I need help. I definitely could use your prayers. But also, advice would be GREAT.
In a nutshell, my father has been emotionally/verbally abusive to me for about 6 years now. But last night, things jumped a level and he physically hurt me. Things started when I was a Sophomore in high school and I started gaining weight. I tried everything to lose the extra pounds, but nothing's helped and here I am 6 years later at my biggest ever. As I just kept gaining and gaining, the fat jokes started and won't stop. It's gotten so bad my 2 younger brothers have picked up on it and will without remorse, torment me about it and call me hurtful names and tell me I'm never gonna get married because what guy is gonna want to marry a whale(/moose/tub of lard/etc)? They constantly make jokes about my now ex-boyfriend, even when we were still dating - about how he must have been either really blind or extremely desperate to date me. I've been told on numerous occasions that I'm ugly and to not even attempt makeup because it's useless and it would take a miracle to make me look pretty.
All these things, I've just tried to brush off, because they're my family and I have to live with them anyway, so why fight it? It's not gonna do any good.
Yesterday, I went to the doctor for a cold that I've had for a month now. I've been trying to get rid of it on my own, but after a month, I gave up and went to get professional help. The doc gave me some antibiotics, as well as a shot in my sitting area. And I'll admit, I'm a BIG girl, so there's a lot of area there for me to sit on. So, I didn't want to say anything about it to my father, because I mean, why fuel the fire? So I didn't.
Later that day, when my Mom came to pick me up from work, I told her about it, mostly because it still kinda stung and this was like 6 hours after the fact. On our way in the front door I was telling her not to tell Dad and/or my brothers, because I just didn't want them to know. Well, Dad heard me say that he's not to know something and got a bit defensive. We joked around for a few minutes and he 'temporarily confiscated' something of mine until I told him what it was. Then he started laughing and refused to give back my item. That's when the abuse started. I went to get my thing back and in an attempt to grab me by my hair, he hit my head. Then he finally got a rather large firm fistful of hair. It hurt so badly that I couldn't move for a minute. He ended up pulling out some of my hair. I ended up on the floor in front of his recliner in pain and when I went to get up, he kicked me in the face. *He says the kick was a reflex, but what was it a reflex to? Who knows.* My nose is extremely sore and throbbing still and this was at 6 pm yesterday(the 7th). Also, my mouth is quite sore. It feels as if maybe a tooth or two shifted, but I'm not sure, because nothing looked different and there was no blood - just swelling and pain. After I got ice and was sitting on our couch crying and holding ice to my face he said "There are consequences to withholding information". A few minutes later, my mom sent me to my room to go to bed while everyone else went to church without me. Oh, did I not mention that? Mom was sitting right there the whole time. Now, granted, she did consistently tell him to stop, but she's an itty-bitty thing and he's a big guy so really, there was nothing she could do to stop him.
I've talked to 2 friends tonight and both are telling me to move out and report him. But I'm scared to do either thing. If I report him he'll probably be taken away, and if he's gone for more than a couple days, we won't have enough of an income as a family to keep a roof over our heads and my mom, 2 brothers and I will become homeless. That would be great right before Christmas.
And if I move out, first off I'd have to leave most of my things behind because I have nowhere to put them. *My best friend and her family have offered me a place to stay at their house, but I can't just pack up all my things and take them with me. It would take at LEAST two or three trips, maybe more. And after the first, I'd be locked out, because I'm sure my family would change the locks immediately.* Also, I have this terrible gut feeling that my family would completely turn their backs on me and act as if I never existed. And I'd hate that, because as abusive as they are, they're still my family.
I need help. I definitely could use your prayers. But also, advice would be GREAT.