14 year old girl ignoring her dad.. I've been ignoring my father on and off (not exactly sure how long but very long for the most part). One day I would forget what he did to me and start talking and the next go right back to ignoring him. But I'm not at all sure if this is physical abuse. So if you could kindly shed some light, that would be much appreciated.
Examples: One time I was perpetually asking to get the remote control for the television because I wanted to watch. I was continually asking and he got so mad that he stood up, took the belt and hit me with it. I of course started to cry. I went to my room and saw welts on the back of my leg...=(. Another time, is when I was arguing with my brother to go on the laptop and the argument ended up turning into physical violence. My father of course rushed in, didn't lay a finger on my brother, and tried to "control" me. Being my rebellious self, I fought back my father knowing that I won't let him just do that to me and get away with it. So one thing led to another and I ended up sitting in my room the whole day crying with physical and emotional scars from both my brother AND father. My mother also smacked me. This next example happens all the time. My father just won't call me by my name, or even talk to me he just calls me a mean name in Polish which I'm not sure what it means. The only time my father and I actually "talk" is when we're in a physical argument and I of course won't let him off so easy and I'm cussing at him
My mother as well adds to the mental pain of it. Every little thing ticks her off and she just goes on a rampage with cursing and also physical violence. One time I wanted to wear a certain shirt to school, she started to call me a whore, and when I refused to change it she gabbed me and pushed me to the closet and my bedroom door hitting me against walls. It was quite painful and pretty intense. When I got out of bus on the end of school that day hoping to escape going home, I saw my mother standing with the family car right on the other side of the street. She told me to come over and that we were going shopping for new clothing for me. She somehow convinced me to forgive her. But out of all of these equally horrible experiences, today was by far the worst day I have ever had in my life.
Let me start from the beginning. In the morning, I woke up for school as usual. and was waiting to use to bathroom . So I started raising my voice a little bit at my brother and he started to say shut up and curse. I as well started to curse. We started using things against each other such as "oh you'll never get that girl you like fat bi---." And he called me a stupid ho. This just completely made me tick. I took his arm, trying to show him what he was saying. He called me it again..and yeah it really upset me. He said that he can call me whatever he wants..he'll "beat the **** out of me" and i will only cry and not do anything. My brother ADORES the military (he’s my twin, same age as me btw) and he thinks physical violence is the best way to go.
Another long story short, throughout the day when I came home from school a few hours later he said that he could say anything he wanted to me and that I can't do anything about it. I'm just a "stupid ho" or whore in his words. He claims that as girl when we do something we should get it right back. So yes, we do get into physical wars. But today when we were fighting over the laptop he called me it again and I flipped out literally. My father intervened and I got so pissed off I started pushing past my father screaming "Say it to my face you coward" and screaming. Of course my father would never let me touch my "darling" sweetie of a brother and started pushing me, shoving me back, grabbing me very forcefully and pulling me back to my room. I ran out continued to go for my brother and my father just really hurt me. I got so upset I ran to the bathroom, locked myself up, and just turned the shower on.
I stayed in there, crying for God knows how long. It was the worst I ever cried. Oh and whenever I do get very upset, I start breathing harshly and find it hard to breath. So it was horrible. My father later tried knocking (first time he ever cared if i was okay or not) and called me my cute name in polish and asked what i was doing.
But then the memories came back of what he did, and I started screaming hysterically and crying, calling him a monster, and to get away from me. I eventually did come out but that was just because I had a lot of homework today. He started knocking continuously on the bathroom door, probably only because he was scared I committed suicide.
I do my share of physical scars but only because I can't stand getting hit no matter who starts the argument. So I'm not sure if I'm right or wrong.. One time my mom came in my room and said
Examples: One time I was perpetually asking to get the remote control for the television because I wanted to watch. I was continually asking and he got so mad that he stood up, took the belt and hit me with it. I of course started to cry. I went to my room and saw welts on the back of my leg...=(. Another time, is when I was arguing with my brother to go on the laptop and the argument ended up turning into physical violence. My father of course rushed in, didn't lay a finger on my brother, and tried to "control" me. Being my rebellious self, I fought back my father knowing that I won't let him just do that to me and get away with it. So one thing led to another and I ended up sitting in my room the whole day crying with physical and emotional scars from both my brother AND father. My mother also smacked me. This next example happens all the time. My father just won't call me by my name, or even talk to me he just calls me a mean name in Polish which I'm not sure what it means. The only time my father and I actually "talk" is when we're in a physical argument and I of course won't let him off so easy and I'm cussing at him
My mother as well adds to the mental pain of it. Every little thing ticks her off and she just goes on a rampage with cursing and also physical violence. One time I wanted to wear a certain shirt to school, she started to call me a whore, and when I refused to change it she gabbed me and pushed me to the closet and my bedroom door hitting me against walls. It was quite painful and pretty intense. When I got out of bus on the end of school that day hoping to escape going home, I saw my mother standing with the family car right on the other side of the street. She told me to come over and that we were going shopping for new clothing for me. She somehow convinced me to forgive her. But out of all of these equally horrible experiences, today was by far the worst day I have ever had in my life.
Let me start from the beginning. In the morning, I woke up for school as usual. and was waiting to use to bathroom . So I started raising my voice a little bit at my brother and he started to say shut up and curse. I as well started to curse. We started using things against each other such as "oh you'll never get that girl you like fat bi---." And he called me a stupid ho. This just completely made me tick. I took his arm, trying to show him what he was saying. He called me it again..and yeah it really upset me. He said that he can call me whatever he wants..he'll "beat the **** out of me" and i will only cry and not do anything. My brother ADORES the military (he’s my twin, same age as me btw) and he thinks physical violence is the best way to go.
Another long story short, throughout the day when I came home from school a few hours later he said that he could say anything he wanted to me and that I can't do anything about it. I'm just a "stupid ho" or whore in his words. He claims that as girl when we do something we should get it right back. So yes, we do get into physical wars. But today when we were fighting over the laptop he called me it again and I flipped out literally. My father intervened and I got so pissed off I started pushing past my father screaming "Say it to my face you coward" and screaming. Of course my father would never let me touch my "darling" sweetie of a brother and started pushing me, shoving me back, grabbing me very forcefully and pulling me back to my room. I ran out continued to go for my brother and my father just really hurt me. I got so upset I ran to the bathroom, locked myself up, and just turned the shower on.
I stayed in there, crying for God knows how long. It was the worst I ever cried. Oh and whenever I do get very upset, I start breathing harshly and find it hard to breath. So it was horrible. My father later tried knocking (first time he ever cared if i was okay or not) and called me my cute name in polish and asked what i was doing.
But then the memories came back of what he did, and I started screaming hysterically and crying, calling him a monster, and to get away from me. I eventually did come out but that was just because I had a lot of homework today. He started knocking continuously on the bathroom door, probably only because he was scared I committed suicide.
I do my share of physical scars but only because I can't stand getting hit no matter who starts the argument. So I'm not sure if I'm right or wrong.. One time my mom came in my room and said