Life, Looking Back

It is positively wild to me that my biological mother was able to get away with everything she did, in retrospect. 

She had at least two people in her vicinity with degrees in social work, medical personnel with active licenses, foster parents, a variety of people from different faiths, and at least a dozen others who saw right through her, either from the very beginning or shortly thereafter. 

Despite all of this, the various strands of financial, physical, emotional, and medical abuses endured. Complete strangers regularly had my back when she did not. 

Any time I think about someone who clearly loved me, I can see so clearly how awful it must have been for them. Not only did they have to at least pretend to play by her rules to make sure the kids in her care were at least sort of okay, they also had to stand by and watch her abuse us in ways that were so hard to prove as abuse. The amount of emotional and psychological abuse alone has been described as torture by more than one person I've opened up to about it. 

There were adults watching this shit go down. 

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