My mother had undiagnosed scitzo and bipolar. I was 3 and my Dad took my brother to a soccer game and I was left alone with my mom. I did something to upset her, not sure what I did, probably typical toddler stuff. She got really mad and picked me up by my ears and held me me up in the air that way saying she was going to kill me. It hurt really bad, it felt like my head was going to explode.
Quoting: DelusionsOfGranduer I know what that feels like. My mother was paranoid schizophrenic and was as mean as the devil himself. She not only would pick me up by my ears she would choke me up against walls and lift me off the ground with her hands wrapped around my neck a foot or more while screaming and spitting in my face. She even tried to kill me by chasing me with a butcher knife when I was about 5. Fired a gun at me when I was 16. Daily beatings and stampings were an everyday occurrence. It was hell on earth. But i survived and blessed to still be alive.
Needless to say I didn't really have a childhood... I feared that woman until the day she died which was only a couple of years ago.
My first memory was of me only 3 yrs old.
Mother had married a man as mean as she was. I was in bed, it was dark and I woke up when the light came on. My mother was Standing in the doorway watching as her new husband started beating me in the face and body with his fists.
When he was done he left the room. I was crying and asked my mother why he did that. Her response was because I was sucking my thumb in my sleep.
I even remember the next morning I was covered in blood and so was my bed.
My entire childhood was similar.
I'm not a victim though. I'm a strong independent woman. I'm glad I grew up the way I did. It made me strong.
I look around today and see weak people that fall apart at the most simplest problems. I would rather be me. :)
