Everything going on here lately just takes me back to a moment in my childhood where they just wouldn’t stop screaming at me and hurting me and I just had no control and I couldn’t make it stop they couldn’t be reasoned with you know
all I could do was just run to my room and slam my door shut while they followed me and they tried to get in from the other side budging the door open and I’m just pressing it shut while they’re screaming at me from the other side saying all sort of horrible things
and I just kept saying “STOP STOP STOP STOP PLEASE STOP STOP STOP STOP” I must of said it thirty two times and it was just incessant banging on my door shoving it open and trying to get to me
I just wanted to be left alone because I knew they were going to continue to hurt me if I didn’t make it stop and I was begging for it to just stop. Like maybe if I held them off long enough from the other side of that door they’d just go away and I could be left alone and have a break.
But they wouldnt give up and I finally just punched a hole in my door after I let up because I couldn’t hold it down anymore and I just had this insane amount of rage because it’s like when people won’t leave you alone you know it’s really a frustrating emotion
like imagine someone incessantly poking you with a needle and no matter what you do it won’t stop. It’s not possible to stop. And I lived my entire life under that sort of duress. It’s abuse. I just wanted to be left alone. It’s all I wanted.
In one last effort to regain some sense of control and make everything stop, I just screamed into the floor as long and as loud as I could. To the point that I was shaking.
And it worked. I just took another breath and kept screaming into the floor as long and as loud as I could and I did it for a very long time to purposefully punish them and annoy them
it was my way of finally hurting them back by just filling the house with the loudest most annoying scream
and all the wanted me to do was stop but I refused just like they refused to stop hurting me
and I just kept screaming and screaming and it made them not touch me or bother me anymore. They went away. They left me alone. To scream into the floor like a defective alarm clock lol
Eventually I couldn’t breath anymore and I just crouched down on my knees and curled into a ball and stayed like that on the floor, I think I evtnaully laid on the floor in a fetal position.
I used to do that a lot as a child after like abusive situations went on, I don’t know why but I laid on my floor a lot whenever I was deeply upset about something.
Basicallt if if I was laying on the floor it meant “I no longer can function and am going to dissociate into space for the next eight hours because this is all very overwhelming and I’m going to just completely shut down now” because whatever is happening is bad wnd I can’t handle it. So I’m just going to, merp. I am broken today please return tomorrow for non-fetal position responsiveness.
It was also also a deep feeling of like apathy and depression that would set in after things like that’s would happen because I felt very alone I think. Bottom of the world, woe is me type of shit. It’s just hard to be positive when you live in a prison and your parents beat the shit out you.
But eventually I did have to learn how to be.