I called my therapist and left her a message. My mom was only getting more and more intense and she cut me by accident while waving the knife around. I called my grandma and she said to ignore it and just go to bed. The last night I lived with my mother, she chased me with a knife and I didn’t wanna call the cops or my therapist because of my biological family’s guilt. I fell into the depression I still suffer from now.
They said pretty much everything I said and did was my fault. The rest of the family blamed me, guilted me, and pressured me to get rid of DHS. They tried everything – every type of therapy to help my relationship with my mom but she just didn’t wanna put in the work as much I did. DHS kept an eye on us and when the night I self harmed, my mom found out the next day and called the cops.Īn ambulance came and I felt ashamed. She mentioned stuff about her abusing me. Prior to this, my mom actually went to DHS (Department of Human Services) for financial stability because she couldn’t find a job because her illness and was living off of housing. I cut my whole arm and I do not remember much from that night. Things got so bad to the point where one night I self harmed for the first time badly. We constantly argued and the rest of the family knew she was severely mentally ill and that she couldn’t take care of me but their excuse was ‘She’s your mother.’ ‘I cut my whole arm’ My mom emotionally and mentally abused me and would pretty much blame me for being born. I thought life was finally gonna get better and I definitely was happy for a period… until my mom’s mental illness got worse. I arrived in Oregon at my grandma’s house where I lived when I was a baby. My stepmom cried a lot that day as I was all she had. But sometimes you need to just take care of yourself. My only problem: I didn’t want to leave my stepmom with him.
He finally said yes and the next day I was off. I got in contact with my mom’s side of the family and my aunt called my dad begging him and convincing him. He agreed to letting me go but the day before the flight he said: ‘Did you actually think I was gonna let you go?’
I was super excited but stressed because my dad wasn’t making up his mind officially. My biological grandpa booked me a ticket to fly from Virginia, back to Oregon so I could live with my mom. I told my dad I was going to call the cops and so he called my birth mom. I forced my dad to call my mom and said I didn’t want to live with him any longer. He also choked me because of people I was watching online who had a ‘gay’ accent and the fact that I’d made many discoveries about my birth mom’s side of the family. I also started discovering my sexuality and who I was.īut then my dad went through my iPad and found out I’d been talking to my mom and that I was watching a lot of YouTubers who ‘sounded gay’ to him. ‘He choked me because I was watching videos of people online who had “gay” accents’ My dad would definitely pick on me for being feminine and bullied me because of it. I experienced a lot of racism at school. I saw everything and I had to go to school the next day and stay silent. I remember one incident where he beat her so badly her face gushed blood. That changed right away as his true colors started coming out as he started abusing my stepmom. I, at the time, thought of my dad as a hero and an amazing person. After six years of hell – including dad cheating on my stepmom – he decided to bring my stepmom and I back to Virginia, United States. ‘He beat her so badly her face gushed blood’Īs a citizen of the United States, I could’ve returned anytime but my dad made sure that wouldn’t happen.
She wanted to make sure I was okay since the assassination of Benazir Bhutto occurred nearby. I would find pictures of my mom laying around and get beat up for even asking who she was.Īfter a while, they did let me talk to her as my mom called the US embassy multiple times and they came to visit me. The family I was staying with controlled me a lot and I was not allowed to ever know anything about my birth mom or talk to her on the phone. However my stepmom and I created a bond and stuck together. I saw things a kid should never have to see and dealt with many abuses, including by teachers. He then got married to my stepmom and left us there with his family. My dad and I moved to Virginia and within six months, he decided to take me to Pakistan – where he was born and grew up. When I was around four years old, my parents decided to get divorced and my mom gave me up to my dad knowing he was abusive. My dad was extremely abusive to my mother and it only got worse when I was born. It led to me being born two months premature. My mom got pregnant with me as an accident and then both my parents decided to abort me.