Since young, I have always had to take the blame for everything even if It’s not my fault. And its nit like I did a lot of bad stuff to make them believe Im the bad child. Im a straight-A student, the school captain, basketball and volleyball school team, and I have a very easy-going personality. My friends are amazing, and are like my family. But the people who I actually live with (blood related family) just likes to scold me and accuse me of things Ive never done. About the end of last year, my younger brotehr started accusing me of stealing his money from his wallet. And he threw a huge fit, throwing things around, throwing hard things at me, etc, and even threatened to kill me in my sleep (pretty normal actually and i knew he wouldn’t and can’t anyways). My parents didn’t even defend or help me. They just said “yes she stole your money”, “lets put the thungs down first”, “yes yes yes what u say is right ok?”. I understand they want to calm teh situation down, but why do tehyy have to repeat that they think i stole it??? When u say it again ur reinforcing it and the kid will think hes correct, and in long term its def not right. I kept telling my brotehr to check the cctvs (we have cams in my house ) if hes so sure i took it, but he wouldn’t, and just started screaming again when i said that. Besides, afterwards they still didn’t defend me. My older sister also said nothing. Taht night, I cried myself to sleep. You may think that i, overreacting just crying over one thing, but you need to understand that this has happened again and again multiple times. Few months passed, about March this yr, my younger brotehr suddenly started bringing up his false accusations again. This time, my mom wasn’t at home and my dad and my grandma was at home. Since my grandma was here (she’s the one I would talk to when I was younger, but grew to keep things to myself as I grew up) I didn’t want to affect her mood, so I just calmly asked my dad (who was watching youtube) to do so,ething about him. Btw as I did this, my brother started calling me pigs mouth, noobie, etc. He just told me to not listen. HALO? DO YOU THINK I HAVE THE ABILITY TO SHUT MY EARS OFF? I want that too! He just told me to ignore him and I told him what if I standed right in fromt of you and waved my arms around, giving the ‘come and fight me’ face and calling you a pigs mouth, and an idiot? He just ignored me. I was liek fine. And I told myself, they are just stupid humans, don’t waste your energy with them, amd I went to my desk in the corner and started doing my work. After several minutes, mys ister who was upstairs came down and said: “Later don’t say I didn’t warn you, you should go and have a look at ur room”. And she was saying this like i did something wrong. So i was like, my room isn’t messy I just tidied it like an hour ago, whats the matter, so I went upstairs and guess what. My room was completely messed up. My blanket was on the floor, my towel practically half on my bed, my clothes from my (not really closet but like a hanging flexible thingy with vertical compatments from ikea that is very swingy and tilted) was all out on the floor. Hangers everywhere, my ironed clothes (which I just ironed btw) all cuprumples up. My books all around, papers scattered, you get the picture. I lost it. I screamed my brother’s name. I stomped downstairs and started shouting. My father did nothing. He wouldn’t get him to tidy it up, he actually said I MUST clean it up (because we have a rule that every Saturday noon my dad woukd check that MY and ONLY MY room was tidy and clean, how singular right?). I JUST LOST IT. In teh end, my grandma made my brotehr pick up my books and put them on my table, and put my blanket and towel back, and btw he did that whilst cursing at me. And my grandma just folded all my clothes, and took down teh dirty clothes taht was mixed with teh already dirty clothes from before. I had to iron everything again, put my books back, organise all my papers (and btw I had a very important homework that was practically destroyed, but thankfully my teacher understood and believed that I wouldn’t need to lie and gave me an extra day to do it again). When my mom came back, she scolded my brotehr and lectured me about why I didn’t just solve the issue tehre and then and Imj like. HALO? U THINK I HAVE THE POWER TO MAKE HIM DO WHAT HE DESERVES? MY DAD WOULDN’T DO ANYTHING! Great! All teh cleaning up and trying to fight for myself (which I think I actually did good in terms of a debater point of view n trying to balance P/PC8 took my entire afternoon and by 9pm, I just cried to sleep again. Fast forward to today. At dinner, my britehr brought it uo AGAIN. He just started mocking me and at this stage I WAS 101 percent sure that he knew I didn’t do it (oh yea btw he found that money like a month before) and he just kept pinching me, calling me names, and the otehr usuals. So I got mad. i said show the evidence. If your so sure i stole ur money, wheres your evidence. Tehres cameras all aroung the hiuse. SHow your evidence. I want to be a law student im teh future, and I know that I can actually sue you for defamation just based on what you said and the cctv evidence that I didn:t do it (btw i couldn’t have a look at the cctv to prove myself cus my dad thought I was overreacting). My mom shouted everybody shut up and eat faster. I cant believe it. They weren’t even gonna scold him or tell him to stop. They just let him curse me, call me names, accuse me, pinch me, etc. I didn’t want to be affected but I was. The moment I finished eating, washed my plates, took the clothes I meeded to fold, and headed upstairs. The moment I stepped on teh stairs, my back facing all teh cameras, my tears fell uncontrollably. After a few mins in my room, my mom called me to go down, saying there was still my clothes. I told myself in my room: its ok. You are strong, you do not hve to waste your energy with tjose people. Don’t get angry, and I took a deep breath and headed down. I took my clothes, with a flat emotionless face, folded them, and they were discussing what movie to watch. Heres the conversation:
Older sis: lets watch a comedy, not a scary one
Me: I want to watch a scary one, the mroe scary teh better ( I find it soothing to watch horror when angry)
Mom: chooses an actionn movie
Sis: someone will die in this movie, lets not
Me: its not real anyways, I think someone dying is pretty good
Sis: you are never gonna get married
Me: I dont mind
Sis: I know you don’t mind, Im just saying no one will wanna marry you (btw not to sound concieted but theres like 4 people who have confessed to me (in my country dating at 14 is not common, most ppl only date after high school) so pretty sure tahts not gon be a problem)
Me: I like that. I din’t want to marry anyways.
My mom: do you wanna see counselling?
OMG R U SRS? JUST CUS IDW TO MARRY? BRUH! EVEN IF THATS BECAUSE OF MY OUTBURST WHEN MY BROTEHR ACCUSED ME, Im not teh problem. Hes the problem! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING IM THE PERSON WHO NEEDS TO IMPROVE and GET HELP? SHOULDNT YOU GET HELP FIRST??? Anyways, I just coldly said no without showing any signs of anger, and emotionlessly took my stuff up. This is my story about today, I hope everyone won’t judge and I hope you can still be happy after reading this… please dont mind my gra,mar and spelling errors…
To everyone who see this: Please don’t think you are who they say you are. They don’t understand you like you know yourself. Listen to what they say, but do not let taht define you. You are beautiful, you are you. Stay strong guys. Peace out.
