I’m talking about an average person (3-5 looks). I feel like growing up in a loving environment will definitely make it easier for you to socialise, love and interact with people (especially women). I blame a lot of my issues on my parents:
My father:
My father was physically abusive. He’d drag me out of bed, choke me, beat me, slam my head
into walls and other cruel things. I consider it abuse because he would do it randomly for no particular reason apart from how he felt that day . He also shouted at me a lot and insulted me and insulted me. After my parents divorce the abuse got much worse and frequent. I developed pica and tics from his abuse which led me to being ostracised by other children even after I stopped seeing him.
My mother:
Grooming:
My mother put me in pink clothes and girls clothes when I was a baby up until my third birthday when my sister was born. My mother was decently kind to me up until I was six, seven or eight (I don’t remember exactly when). She was bathing me (which she did for much too long looking back) and she told me that I needed to “pull your winky up and down” (jerk off) she then proceeded to show me how. Then when I reached the ripe age of 10 she would “check if I had pubes” often and touch me there. This went on till I was about 12 because I told her that there was pubes there so she didn’t need to check. She would comment to my family members and friends about the size and thickness of my penis . Despite me expressing it made me uncomfortable she continued (and probably still does).
Emotional:
My mother was a misandrist and would tell me frequently how horrible men are. She would also insult me when I was younger it would usually be her accusing me of being gay or calling me ugly but when I became a teenager she started saying I was a psychopath, evil, demon, vile, ugly, narcissist and “future murder”. After my suicide attempt a few months ago she laughed at me and then made it about herself and said I was emotionally abused her and she hated me.
Physically: (not really abuse)
She didn’t do much physically. She would lock all the doors in the house so I couldn’t leave my room or go out of the house. She would hit me and push me around but I wouldn’t consider it abuse
My father:
My father was physically abusive. He’d drag me out of bed, choke me, beat me, slam my head
into walls and other cruel things. I consider it abuse because he would do it randomly for no particular reason apart from how he felt that day . He also shouted at me a lot and insulted me and insulted me. After my parents divorce the abuse got much worse and frequent. I developed pica and tics from his abuse which led me to being ostracised by other children even after I stopped seeing him.
My mother:
Grooming:
My mother put me in pink clothes and girls clothes when I was a baby up until my third birthday when my sister was born. My mother was decently kind to me up until I was six, seven or eight (I don’t remember exactly when). She was bathing me (which she did for much too long looking back) and she told me that I needed to “pull your winky up and down” (jerk off) she then proceeded to show me how. Then when I reached the ripe age of 10 she would “check if I had pubes” often and touch me there. This went on till I was about 12 because I told her that there was pubes there so she didn’t need to check. She would comment to my family members and friends about the size and thickness of my penis . Despite me expressing it made me uncomfortable she continued (and probably still does).
Emotional:
My mother was a misandrist and would tell me frequently how horrible men are. She would also insult me when I was younger it would usually be her accusing me of being gay or calling me ugly but when I became a teenager she started saying I was a psychopath, evil, demon, vile, ugly, narcissist and “future murder”. After my suicide attempt a few months ago she laughed at me and then made it about herself and said I was emotionally abused her and she hated me.
Physically: (not really abuse)
She didn’t do much physically. She would lock all the doors in the house so I couldn’t leave my room or go out of the house. She would hit me and push me around but I wouldn’t consider it abuse
