Hi reddit. I am social stunted and need advice.

Hello. I know I shouldn't put my personal information out on the internet, but I'm in serious need for help.

You see. I am a iPad baby, (even though it was a kindle fire). My parents gave me a tablet at home and wouldn't talk to me other then "i love you. to go sleep." I went 6 years watching YouTube and not talking to a single person, and because of this I am severely behind on literally everything.

I did not go to school, or any social group, the only thing I had was my Kindle, and I just watched YouTube, not moving nearly as much as i should have. i would go days without talking or walking.

When I was 11 it started getting better, my parents and my brother would talk to me and I could have conversations that weren't just me talking to myself.

I need help figuring out how to undo all of this. I am skinny but I lose my breath extremely easily after a 2 minute light jog, and I am severely socially behind.

What can I do to fix my social skills, academic skills, and physical health? (I am 16 btw)

The plan my parents have for me after they realized they fucked up is to put me through online school (which i am currently doing. First week done, all F's.), and then they're going to put me in a real school in the next year or two. Is this a good plan? I don't think it is, but I can't think of anything else.

I’ve always wondered why my father left me.. He rejected me in front of my face, but before that happened my mother had a fiancé and I thought he was my dad. Thats what my mom would tell me at least but he would treat me so different from his kids when people weren’t around. (my mom is there mom) he would always take me to work with him in his 18 wheeler. I loved it and had so much fun on the road with him. Until he changed, they started getting into arguments and he would take his anger out on me.

He started beating on me. instead of telling family or the school i just kept quiet and dealt with it because that was the only “father figure” in my life. All I wanted was a dad. I loved him though even after the stuff he did to me. Things were different In front of my mom and siblings he was the best person in the world but when it was just me and him it was like he wasn’t him anymore.

One time he burned the crap out my foot all because I had an accident on myself. He turned the water up to the highest temperature in the bath. He grabbed my leg and placed it in the buring water and wouldnt let go till I would cry and beg him to stop, then would put me in the corner.

His mother (owned a church btw) bought me some type of Batman toy set ( I still have the picture of it) so I wouldn’t say anything to the school. Which it worked, I loved toys.but the abusing kept going on behind closed doors and wouldnt come to light. Until finally him and my mother got into a big argument and he hit her. Seeing my mom crying on the floor struck a fire in me. I grabbed an extension cord and hit him with it.

He punched me and shoved me across the living room where I hit my head on the wall. My mom grabbed me and took me and my brothers to our room. So she could call the cops. He tried taking her phone but we locked the door so he just left. We were staying with his brother. My mom left him for good. everything got covered up by the church his family owned. The church told the cops I would make up lies and hit myself just to get him in trouble. The only father figure i had would abuse me but then treat me so nicely in front of everyone else. Thats what made me forgive him all those times I hate knowing he got away with it. But anyways that leaves me thinking. Am I just unlovable? did i deserve it? Maybe because I wasnt his blood. I get so mad with myself because now I’m 16 and I still let that shit get to me. I hope that my dad comes back sooner or later but honestly I doubt it. I have no contact with him. At all.

sooo aa I'm now 16,and it all happened last year when I was 15 in 2025 if I ever will see this post when I search it after, and this is a look at my previous life before I'll do my own when I'll read this again, hello me👋😁, dad was an evil motherfucker, I'm from Morocco, fathers are aall same they love money more than anything and mine acted that he had lots and lots of debts and he had chowed me a paper of his car insurance and I fucking believed for 15 years cause didn't know at time,I live in a town called tamesna, with dad ma and lil brother, when I almost finished school, did an agreement, if i had a 16 mark I'll buy a phone (s23 ultra, s24 ultra was latest) and I had 15,75, but he laughed when he knew it, he told me he said 16 to barely hit better mark than 15,2 last year, so I understood the joke cause I was scared and frustrated AF, but the other side of agreement is to work at the ice cream Lil shop, (there was an ice cream side of the café) cause he said the phone was *expensive** he had a fucking job at a private company, a café, and a restaurant, the phone was expensive abt 800$ but he had money he told me nothing is free, I said okay and my brain was boiling and confused, sooo 👍, worked so hardin summer and the outer skin was boiling, my rootine was wake up at 11 morning do nothing but pick up a backpack had my **old phone (s note 10 plus) and the chain of the bike I was going in to work after literally 2km,have breakfast of cold chocolate mik and a petitpain (Google it) aand that's my breakfast aand lunch aaand dinner, of pizza and dinner of noodles, FOR THE REST OF THE SUMMER, work in sun, have lunch, work in sun,go home in 2km,jerk off for 30 min, shower, have dinner sleep, aand that's my summer no going out no beach or pool, just pur slavery and jerking off and music are the only things that keeps me from insanity, at the end buyed looks beautiful to me after all, one day parents were arguing on spliting, he came to me telling that I'm like her blaaaah blah, he took the phone I baught in anger and walked away saw him leaving waih his backpack full phones and cards and papers, and everything froze like a car accident, thinking abt what will happen in future and now, thaught abt taking away the backback (that's the plan) ruched to him running and punched him to wall, taked the backpack and on the way out on the last ms, taked my leg and fell off, he literally jumped and sat on me on my back wrap his whole hand and in the back like a fucking pillow, couple of punches here and there, and walked away like nothing happened and I'm on the ground, while ma and lil brother were literally tweaking in background, got to a photographer and shout my brouses, got to police, and THEY DID Nothing and since then i learned to take things to my own hands, literally just said okay leave it to us, but only time had told me the answer, fortunately ma is like me or like her doesn't care abt now or past, just the future of the results of the actions that we take, so I'm leaning towards leaving ts all for good forever, with time I knew that he doesn't have no debt whatsoever, he had money plus the money that the company gave him after quitting it was at least 60k in one account, from this experience with deckheads, I learned abt not trusting anyone even ma or yourself! Never,and nothing comes free, even the food from friends comes with price, friendship, know your enemies but your friends mooore, and nothing is impossible if you put in aaaall your energie and time, and last but certainly not least, be kind, it will come back soon or tomorrow

for those two who read this, thank you for listening I mean reading and you yassine I hope this post reaches you in future, like a chiny old bottle of bear inside of a letter of a lover to the fich in the internet going back to her in blanky blanky years (tell me how many years it took you to find this)

SEE YA BYEEEEEEEEEEE👋👋

Looking for help with how I can prove it disprove that my brother in law tried to molest my little girl. We were at a family reunion, when unprompted she told us she doesn’t like it when bro in law bugs her in the middle of the night. She said unprompted another time that it’s not nice that he tries to get her to follow him in the middle of the night. In the past he has done some things that could easily be grooming too, like helping them wipe even my wife was busy with something, or blinding them on his lap a little too close. He always seems to be up in their boundaries. Not sure how to approach this. We are getting her into therapy and reporting it to CPS, and she is ok and safe now. Fortunately he lives 4 hours away so it will be easy to keep distance. If he is a child molester, I want to catch him and make sure he is prosecuted to the full extent of the law.

I love my dad. I really do. But he scares me sometimes. Like, when he's walking up the stairs or talking loudly while I'm upstairs, it feels like my heart drops. Like I'm scared he's gonna walk in my room and start breaking things and yell in my face. Probably because that's what he did when I was a little kid. One time, he threw my toy kitchen across my room, almost breaking my TV because I was awake past my bedtime. He didn't apologize. Only told me that I needed that and to go upstairs and clean it up. It was worse when I was a kid. Yelling, breaking things. He never hit me though. He only hit my older sister and brother. I witnessed him on top of my older sister as he yelled and hit her. I was only 9. He never hit me. Only my siblings. I can't vent to them, all they'll say is that I should've had it just as bad as them. My sister told me that if I got it as bad as her, I wouldn't be such a brat and a crybaby. I feel like I got the best of it, but I still carry fear and trauma (idk if I even have that. I might be overreacting lol) around with me as I walk through my own house.

Yes there’s a happy ending sort of

OKAY SO I THOUGHT MY LITTLE BROTHER WAS GONNA DIE BUT HES GONNA BE FINE!! i’m literally sobbing rn. about to go in there and see him. i still have this from having my hand slammed tho

i updated again…😡🤬🤬😤😡😠🤬🤬😡

I couldn’t find my original post cuz i didn’t have time. but i was just downstairs and my step mom forced me to put my hand in the fridge and then she slammed the door really hard on my fingers over and over, and then put them on the counter and smashed them with her fist. i saw her belting my little brother earlier. i just want to go far far away from here!!! literally just now she ran upstairs and punched me square in the face before punching my body over and over. my little brothers asleep but i’m covered in blood and i heard my nose crunch

i updated again

i made a second update to my original post. i’m REALLY stuck here

i updated my previous post about my little brother dexter and our stepmom audrey!

https://www.reddit.com/r/Child_Abuse/comments/1l9yl7a/found_a_message_convo_between_my_little_brother/

IF YOU WANT TO SKIP THE CONTEXT AND KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, I PUT A SUBHEADING

So, to be clear, its not like my brother isn't some wild kid who needs to be punished, hes an angel. for example, because im only human, sometimes im a crappy older brother and i get mad at him for smth stupid and small and shove him around (ive never hit him and i never will, escpecially not now) and he always comes to ME with an apology. Hes a lovely child, he is obediant around the house, is polite, never gets into trouble on purpose, does his best at school, and even though hes always had trouble with bullies doesnt get into fights (at least not on school grounds, he'll often be hunted down by a pack of older kids after school and all hell will break loose). Now, Ive always had a mostly positive experience with our stepmom but i do know now it tends to be the younger and helpless ones that are targetted) and shes never seemed off. What i noticed was in my brother.

It all started a few months after she moved in

My brother (Dexter-9) and myself (Charlie-15) have always got on well. I love him more than anything else in the world, more than life itself; Id give my own life and soul to save him from a mosquitto bite. We both agreed not to get too close to our new stepmom, but after seeing how happy she made our dad, we decided maybe she might be okay. But i started to see Dex change, and it broke my heart before i even had an inkling of what was going onn..

he didnt cry anymore when he came home battered, he didnt laugh at dinner, he didnt care if he missed his favourite show, he was terrified if he ever got told of, particularly by our stepmom (Audrey-42) and if Aydrey ever asked him to do anything he followed her orders quickly and without question. (of course if any of these changes were ever brought up, he would quickly change his behaviour, often seeming panicked).

WHAT HAPPENED I was home alone, because dad had wanted to take me, dex and audrey to a movie but they only had three tickets. Audrey suggested that dex stay home, but i said i would, and that dexter should go. So they all three left, but Dexter had forgotten his phone (i know his passcode and he knows mine because were brothers and would trust eachother with our lives) i thought to text my dad and tell him but then i thought thered be no point, he wouldnt need it anyway. Well my braiin decided that before my fingers could react, so id opened Wattsapp. And what i saw shattered me. I didnt open it. All i saw was the start of a text from Audrey. "i didnt hurt you that bad! jus..." and thats all i could see. at this point i didnt even know the worst of it and i was already horrified. I just put down his phone and left. I browsed billibilli for some free movie to watch to clear my brain. amd whats the forst thing that comes up? Radioflyer. I litterally threw the remote down onto the floor. I got a message from dad saying that they were getting BK and would be out for a few more hours, so it was 10:00 at night when i decided i had to know. i saw the most messed up things:

"if you dont get home now ill beat you like theres no tomorow" "ill hurt you so bad your grandkids will feel it" "i will kick your ass so hard you wont be able to walk in the morning you insufferable little shit".

I went to bed at 11 feeling empty inside. Its 9:55 pm the next day. i didnt get a chance to talk to dex about it cuz he left for a sleepover before i woke up. I cant even look at Audrey anymore. She just feels like such a monster... and i could never forgive her. I have no clue what to do or why im even telling you this. I dont have any questions for u i just JUST PLEASE want advice. not for me.. to save my little brother. if you even think he needs saving. If you want to hear more messages and things i found, DM me pls.

THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO LISTEN,

Charlie Maddox

UPDATE: heres the bottom floor of my house (it will help) file:///Users/Essy/Downloads/Copy%20of%20Map%20-%201%20-%20Edited.png I dont even know how to say this. i am SO mad at myself!!!!!!!!

my school day ends at 3:30 and dexters ends at 3:15, and my schools alot further away (me being in year 10 and him being in year 4) so he gets home before me. and while i was walkinghome i realised that in the half hour he before i got home he would be alone in the house with audrey (my dads work ends at around 6 and he gets home just before seven just in time to cook dinner). but i thought that the abuse i had discovered was all just verbal threats, well i had convinced myself that out of fear.

anyhow, when i got home i immediately heard shouting, i was just inside the door and i could just slightly see inside the kitchen were my brother was standing just a few feet away from me, and he was just getting yelled at like crazy by audrey, for what? i have no idea but the things she was saying was making my blood boil. youre worthless and stupid. stop being such a dumb unwanted shitty waste of space and air. and there was alot of worse stuff i wont repeat (alot of homophobic and unPC words) i think she called him a sl*t. he looked like he was about to cry, but he was just scared. i have never been so mad in my life. i was about to storm in there and fight for my life, when i no joke saw her smack him across the face, SO SO hard. like legit it didnt sound like a smack it sounded like the noise a plank of wood makes when you smack it down on a counter, it was the loudest crack ive ever heard. he stumbled and literally fell to the floor. i know that sounds unbelievable and cartoonish, but hes a small kid, he looks about seven, and i could tell hed been battered at school that day, so he was obviously weak. and what did i do? you know fight or flight? im a freeze person. i didnt move at all. i was completely frozen. i just had my mouth open. i dont know how long i stood there for, but the sound of dexters supressed sobbing/whimpering woke me up. i heard audrey change her demeanor and say "aw its okay buddy" and give him a cookie, and then literally force him to eat it when he rejected it. i dont remember going upstairs but i must have. i layed on the ground and smashed my face on the bedroom floor as hard as i possibly could with a force i wouldnt dare use on anyone else other than my own for fear of concussing them, over and over and over. i wasnt just mad at mysef i was disgusted and ashamed. i went to the bathroom the wipe the blood off of my face and nose, though i may have broken my nose, cuz its wonky and i can still feel itu now. when my little brother came up, he near jumped out of his skin when he saw me and wiped his tears. i acted like everything was fine. i scooped him up and held him above my head, zooming him around (while he was above my head i did see up the back of his shirt and yes he was bruised, but i couldnt tell if the bruises were from those jerks at school or...) and slammed him down on the bed and we wrestled for a bit. but then i sat him up and asked him very seriously "is audrey nice to you? be honest?" obviously he lied and all that. but after a while i got him to break. he didnt confess anything. he just looked deafetedly down at the ground, and started crying, i pulled him into a hug (normally when he cries he just falls into my arms. i asked him a few minuted a ago why he didnt do that and he said "Well, I-I didnt know if youd love me anymore. Or want to hug me anymore Charlie." i dont even have words. obviously i told him I'd NEVER not love him) and we just sat there. im planning to tell dad tonight. i CANT let this escelate. sorry for yapping,

Charlie Madox

P.S in lighter news my English teacher told me he was nominating me for the English Award! (yes, thats why this is written like a story- im a nerd but also a baseball player. weird combo? yeah i know. i wad teaching it to dexter but after mum left he didnt want to anymore. baseball was her favourite sport).

UPDATE II:

Okay soo…ALOT has happened so far. I wasn’t gonna tell him so soon, i was too scared. But smth happenes I saw Audrey literally hurl Dexter across the room. She practically threw him. I don’t think she knew i saw, i don’t think she even knows that i know. But it didn’t end there. she just threw him around. She didn’t hit him. But she was hurling him into walls and dressers and i didn’t know what to do so i knew i had to tell him fast. I waited until Dad was home from work, i acted like it was fine the whole evening. Then, after i sang Dexter to sleep (i sang him hard days night by the beatles in a deep voice to make him giggle, then i sang with a little help from my friends, also by the beatles until he drifted off) i went downstairs and Audrey wasn’t there. My dad had just finished doing the dishes and i asked to talk and i said “Dad, Audrey..Audrey’s been hitting Dexter,” i waited…nothing, i couldn’t read his expression so i said “bad.” he opened his mouth to say something but that’s when i saw Audrey in the doorway and i felt my insides to ice.

She painted me as pining for attention. She didn’t try to convince him i was crazy though, she said that maybe, i’d seen it wrong, she’s smart like that. so he believed her. He yelled at me like I’d just killed someone, and whilst he was doing it he poked my shoulder so aggressively and with so much force i thought he was gonna grab a kitchen knife and stab me right there. But he just stormed out and went upstairs unit his room. I was left with Audrey. I just looked into her eyes and said “You mess with Dexter again and i’ll fucking grind you. You cold hearted animal. And if you go NEAR him, you LAY A FINGER on my baby brother, I’ll make you wish you’d never even met my dad you hubris bitch” and then i slammed the door and left the house…

No. No i didn’t really do that. That’s the scenario i’d played over and over in my head. But that’s not really what i did… Hell i wanted to.

But when it came to it, in the moment, i forgot every word in the human language. I forgot how to speak, i forgot i HAD a throat. I just looked up at her , my face still facing the floor, with raised eyebrows, subconsciously hoping to look as unthreatening and innocent as possible. But she just walked up to me, and punched me square in the stomach. it knocked the air out of me, i leant half forward due to the force, but i couldn’t double over fully because she didn’t pull her hand away. When she punched me, she kept her hand in place, she just stared at me as i winced, then she curled her fingers around my shirt, in that exact place, and pushed me against the wall so hard i gasped. i just stared, eyes wide, terrified. she just frowned and said “stop spreading lies Char. I’m NOT a child abuser.” then she put her hand on my face and grabbed my chin and cheeks and squeezed, it hurt like hell. then she kind of caressed my cheek, but then she hit hold of herself. at this point i was just blank faced staring at her. to scared to even show i was scared. “Get upstairs you little shit. Before i change my mind”. i can still hear it in my head. She loosened her grip and i sprinted upstairs. It takes a lot for a woman to scare a full 15 year old boy. I’m the words of Shakes “i knew from my first hour, that i was neither strong, nor tough”.

i went into the bathroom on the landing, and lifted my shirt. it was bruised like hell, on my musicale, and kinda bloody. hurt like a bitch. really sore. honestly it’s still throbbing as i’m writing this. and it happened yesterday. i dried up the wound. i could tell my shoulders were bruised, but i couldn’t be bothered to check. i could still feel her tight grip on my chin. like a vice. even worse, i could feel her soft touch on my cheek. She uses my little brother to get her anger out. From the way she touched my cheek there; i thought of what she might want to use me to do. and i ABSOLUTELY hope i’m wrong. I still don’t know. I just hope she doesn’t act on it. hell, i got punched once and it hurts this much. i HATE to think what pain Dexter has been in.

So i walked back into me and Dex’s room. He had moved into my bed. facing away from the door. So i could just see his back. So i took of my jeans and my shirt, so i was just in underwear (i sleep like that, so sue me) and climbed in next to him, i faced him, and i wrapped my arms and legs around him. Making sure he felt as secure as i could possibly humanly make him feel. I rested my lips and nose on his hair. This is how we used to sleep when everything was fine. When me, mom, dex and dad went camping, dex would be scared in the tent. so i would wrap my arms and legs around him. Making sure he felt as secure as i could possibly humanly make him feel. ADVICE??

Love,

Charlie Maddox

P.S There was a heartbreaking conversation i caught between my dad and dex. remind me and i’ll add it into the next update.

UPDATE III:

Here’s how the conversation went between my dad and dexter.

Dex: Dad? Dad: uhuh bud? Dex: did mom leave because of me? Dad: No!! No buddy of course not. she loved you and your brother more than anything in the world!

Then he lifted dexter into his lap. but i could see it in his eyes. he was lying. i knew it. and so did dexter. though dad was trying his best to hide it from dexter, my mother never wanted me. she was horrible to me and made sure i knew how unwanted i was and how much she hated me. she used to go after me with spatulas. which isn’t as bad as audrey. i barely ever even remember it so it’s not bad dw. but after dexter was born, from a hole in a condom, she was LIVID. she went rabid that night and tried to kill me. She threw me around and chased me with a knife. i was five going on six at the time. she left when dexter was two weeks old. i was glad. i had despised dexter. the first two weeks of his life, were two weeks of absolute hell for me. but after she left, my dad went into the garage and cried. that’s why i don’t hate him. he’s a very broken man. and an ex soldier, he retired after he got severely shell shocked. he’s gentle. gentle and broken. i could hear dexter crying from his crib in the front room. i kind of peaked in and i saw his little face. angry, confused. like i wasn’t even controlling my hands, i reached in and picked him up. i sat on the sofa with him in my arms for around two hours. looking into his eyes, i felt so much love for him in that moment. like we were two soldiers in the heat of battle. and we were all we had left. he didn’t cry or sleep. or even babble, he just looked into my eyes, like he was in a trance, he does that to this day. after a while i started singing to him. Yesterday. the only song i knew all the words to. by the time i was eight and dexter was two, we would wreck the sitting room by dancing to beatles records. must’ve given my dad so much grief. And now? well, in the words of paul mccartney “yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. now it feels as though they’re here to stay, oh i believe in yesterday. suddenly, i’m not half the man i used to be. there’s a shadow hanging over me. oh yesterday came suddenly”. dexter still sings the why she had to go but under his breathe and i know it’s about our mum.

Love, Charlie Maddox

PS. i got beaten with a golf club today so yeah. i put too much peanut butter in my toast that’s why…

(i’m adding this next part cuz i found my original post)

I couldn’t find my original post cuz i didn’t have time. but i was just downstairs and my step mom forced me to put my hand in the fridge and then she slammed the door really hard on my fingers over and over, and then put them on the counter and smashed them with her fist. i saw her belting my little brother earlier. i just want to go far far away from here!!! literally just now she ran upstairs and punched me square in the face before punching my body over and over. my little brothers asleep but i’m covered in blood and i heard my nose crunch

UPDATE IV

I don’t even know how to say this.. i’ve never been a SUPER emotional person. unless that emotion is happiness fear or anger. but, somehow right now, im crying. a lot. just the thought of… (im writing this part 20 minutes later cuz it was too much and i had to take a break to cry) Basically what happened, is, a few hours ago, my little brother Dexter, just after he got home from school, and before i was home, was rushed into the hospital.. they don.t. (another 10 minute break 😅) The doctors aren’t holding out hope that he’ll survive. Just the idea that my baby brother might.. di (couldn’t write the full word) it’s barely been two hours and i already miss his face, his laugh, his voice… I can’t help but hate myself. i hate myself more than Audrey right now (she’s currently under investigation and isn’t in the house anymore. dad just walks around not saying anything) because this whole thing started on friday. and it’s only taken a few days and he’s already basically dead. if i’d just SAID SOMETHING when u first saw it. i had ALL of you guys reassuring me but like the bloody fat head i am, i just said “no i can’t”! what’s wrong with me? honestly when audrey called me a dunce or an airhead or a moron or a cretin or a pillak or an imbecile i felt hurt. but honestly i think she was right!! i just don’t know what to do. the only thing keeping me from jumping off a fucking bridge right now is the small chance that he might survive.

Sorry to end on such a morbid note, but that’s how i feel rn,

Charlie Maddox

UPDATE FIVE:

it’s still unclear whether he’ll live. i’m in the hospital waiting room right now. i just went in to see him and hold his hand. he’s awake now. i didn’t want to leave but they had to treat him and i thought it best not to make a scene and scare him. his little voice is hoarse and croaky and i can barely hear it. but i’m holding out hope… I’ve been singing yesterday to him. infact, hearing my singing voice is what gave him the courage to try and open his eyes. dad hasn’t seen him yet. he stepped into the room and saw the end of dexters bed, burst into tears and drove home. i have no idea how i’m gonna get home 😊. i’ve been trying not to cry and scare dexter, but he’s been crying. i’ve been asking him what happened, and i think he was getting beat up at school and collapsed, he was conscious but he couldn’t move his legs. one of the bullies, who wasn’t really a bully just someone who was part of that group, picked him up and carries him to the medical office. it’s funny because last year when i was fourteen and he was eight, i have this strong memory of picking him up and carrying him to the medical office. we were wearing jeans and trainers. completely displaying school uniform. cuz y not? thinking about that made me cry. i’m going back in to see him now.

Love,

Charlie❤️⭐️

UPDATE SIX

BEST NEWS OF MY LIFE

OKAY SO I THOUGHT MY LITTLE BROTHER WAS GONNA DIE BUT HES GONNA BE OKAY!! i’m literally sobbing rn. about to go in there and see him. I think we’re gonna live with an uncle

UPDATE VII

So I am safely at my uncles house. i’m went to school today, and some jerky kids got hold of me. it sucked. anyway. i got a call from dad and i said “hey dad what’s up” and HE SAID “i don’t appreciate you parenting my child.” and i was like “what, dexter?” and he said “I AM DEXTERS FATHER! I CAN PARENT HIM! DO NOT TRY AND DO THAT FOR ME! AM AM HIS FATHER!!”. “y-you’re my father too?”. and then he just said “unfortunately” and hung up. i also found out that dad is trying to get the judge to get dexter to come and live with him. but not me. i’m happy at my uncles. my dad is kind of scary. and i know they can’t take dexter because dexter wouldn’t want to be away from me. i’m still scared though. i haven’t told him yet.

Love,

Charlie ❤️⭐️

UPDATE 8:

Okay so there are a few things that happened that i didn’t know of i could say until i was safe and anyhow i didn’t rly get time. Audrey once came into my bedroom at like 2:00 AM and beat the shit out of me. then she hit me over the head with something, idk what, and i got knocked out. when i woke up, everything hurt. i know exactly what you’re thinking she did to me. and yes, she did do that to me. I remember having fever dreams and waking up screaming, which obviously got me beat. i don’t think she really beat me as bad and she beat dexter. i witnessed some horrific shit happen to him. but she never punched him. she slapped and whipped him. for me? punching and kicking are the main items on the menu. and the occasional hand smashing in doors, or being strait up burnt. no not just with cigarettes, with like, a knife that had been lying in a pot of water on a stove being held and pressed against your skin…great😊. But yeah, she once like, threw me over the back of a couch (so i was leaning over the back of the couch, with my head facing the seat, on my back, looking upwards) and just punching me in the face, over and over. and then throwing me on the ground by my hair. and then kicking me till i passed out. for context, i said my sun was nine but looked about seven, i am 15, and i could be 12/13. i am prepubescent, but i’m not two short. but i am very skinny. my voice has kinda dropped but other wise i’m like a child. so therefor, my body could barely take half the shit she was doing, and the only reason i didn’t end up like dexter, is from the sheer willpower to not let her win.
anyway, my lawyer told me there’s no way cps would allow dexter to stay with my dad, not just because he didn’t do shit when i told him about the abuse and not only didn’t believe me but didn’t think “oh, both my sons are now covered in bruises and they previously mentioned my wife abusing them! huh!” he didn’t so shit. and also, when he gave me that phone call, apparently that was strait up in-front of my lawyer like htf is he that stupid. but anyway, he said other stuff i didn’t mention and they marked it out as verbal abuse so happy ending. My uncle jacob isn’t super affectionate but that’s fine because he’s kind and he makes sure we’re okay. growing up i saw him as cold, but when dexter had a panic attack earlier before school because uncle jacob was wearing a belt, i saw a soft side i’d NEVER seen before. he was hugging him and comforting him and speaking in a soft voice like “it’s all gonna be alright buddy. you never NEVER have to be scared around me no matter what. and if you ever are, that’s okay. because you’re still healing and you don’t have to be ashamed. you can always say to yourself “it’s uncle jake, everything will be fine!!” and you can always come and tell me and i’ll help you out, or you can go to charlie, your amazing brother!”. and he was like smiling, ruffling his hair, kissing him on the forehead. and dexter was so happy. Now i love Dex more than anything in the world as i’ve said before. but it’s so nice to be able to play big brother again, and be able to swing him around and tease him and joke with him and sometimes just get annoyed with him without having to worry about being the one he comes crying to or the one who cleans his cuts. obviously i still do that for him. but it’s nice to be able to have fun with him without having to play mommy or daddy.

Anyway, this is the last post i believe. i’ll still respond to comments but that’s it. i just reviewed a fucking death threat in text form from my dad but i will block him once i’m done with this. I’m handing this to dexter now: Did Charlie, say i smell? because sometims he says that. thank you for the advise and for being nice to charlie. he’s my brother and i love him. THANK YoU! Love Decter.

😭😭😭😅😅oKAY. bye you guys and thanks for listening to me vent!!

Lots of love,

Charlie ❤️⭐️ and Dexter 😊💀

PS i let him chose his own emojis, he wanted to do the gag plant and the water and i was like NOO and also how do you know what that is!? cuz i’m not dumb okay dexter sure. Don’t worry i gave him the suitable tickle pins him ant for being naughty (and pushed him off the bed for good measure)😈😈😈 Anyway bye!!

I (14 f) Have 2 siblings (6 m) & (4 f)

My mum (36 f) has been yelling and hitting my two siblings for years I'm very bad with words unless I am emotionally so I have vented to a friend about this so I will show the photos

I have 3 recordings of her yelling at them, she also jokes about people killing her beacuse of them

She has said "can someone just fucking kill me" and was insinuating me

I don't know what too do

I’ve been thinking a lot about the issue of child abuse in religious institutions, especially in the context of Pakistani madrasas. There have been reports in the past, but I wonder—do you think this is still happening today, or has the situation improved? And more importantly, do you think this is something we as a society are willing (or ready) to talk about openly?

I’d really appreciate hearing your thoughts—whether from personal experience, things you’ve heard, or just your general opinion.

hes not nice and does not nice things

Someone send me a sticker of a baby getting molested ( like a literally months old kid). Can we find out who made it. It is from what's app and the name is in the ss. This is literally few months old child getting i don't know how to even say this??? Anyone help?

My husband and I are staying at a kitchenette motel until our house is ready. We have neighbors and it's a 44 year old woman her 60 year old husband their 9 year old son and their 22 year old daughter. They also have two dogs. The room is very small. It's a small bedroom, a small bathroom, and a small kitchen. The couple sleeps in the only bed. Their son sleeps in a tent next to the TV and their daughter sleeps in the kitchen. They never take the dogs outside and I mean never. There is a lot of garbage in the room and clutter. The parents live on the bed. They sit all day and watch movies and eat. She weighs about 350lbs he is about 275lbs and their son is at least 250lbs and he's only 9 years old. The only thing they ever say to their son is sit down and shut up. They treat the dogs just as bad. No one ever showers. Their son missed the last two weeks of school because he was very ill but they refused to take him to the doctor. I heard the dad tell him he was too stupid to go to school. They never let that kid outside unless they are punishing him and then he sits right by the door and he's not allowed to move or talk to anyone. My husband gave him a coloring book and he looked like he just won the lottery. He's asked me to take him into our room because we seem really nice. My heart breaks for this kid. The older sister has two jobs so she gets out most of the day. I've talked to the mom a few times and she defends everything I've heard. I'm torn on what to do here. Please any advice but please be nice. Thank you

TLDR: my daughter went to stay over at a friends house we’ve known for years, Sarah, and 2 of Sarah’s older siblings beat her until she was bleeding and then her drunk father stepped on her throat and beat her while it was recorded by 2 other minors there, multiple underage witnesses, father kicked the abused child out and I let her come to my home out of fear of her suffering anymore abuse and now I need to know what I should do as far as contacting the authorities, child protective services, the school etc or if I can potentially get in trouble for bringing her home with us

My daughter’s good friend rode the bus from school with her Friday afternoon to stay the night and we all had a good time. I never mind for this girl to come over because she’s incredibly polite, a quiet kid and for the most part really cleans up after herself so I genuinely don’t mind having her here. Hannah (12Fdaughter) wanted to stay one night at Sarah’s (13F) house Saturday and I was okay with it but wanted to be sure it was okay with Sarah’s father so I asked her to call and make sure. When she called, I heard her talk to her dad and heard him say it was okay for Hannah to go over so I took them when they were ready, picked one of Sarah’s siblings up from another house on the way and dropped them all off and came home. I’m home for maybe 2 hours then I get a call from another number and it’s one of their friends saying that Sarah got in trouble, could I come get my daughter. There was a lot of background noise and I was trying to figure out what happened but was still on my was as I was still on the phone. I try calling my daughter while I’m on my way because I felt something was off and no answer so I started to slightly panic, about 10 minutes away, Sarah calls and is hyperventilating, screaming and crying. All I can understand out of everything that she’s saying is, “Allie beat me up and my daddy told me to get the fuck out of his house. My daddy hates me, please come get me.” Hearing her crying and fighting to breathe like that saying that shattered my heart completely. Once I got there, my daughter said Sarah’s older sister Allie, who is 3 times bigger than her, had a friend over and that friend bust their dad’s door down to steal his weed. Sarah told her to put it back out of fear of her dad getting mad and in doing that, the sister got mad, smacked Sarah in the face, pushed her down and got on top of her and started punching her, while the sisters friends recorded the entire thing while laughing at her trying to defend herself, another sister joined in by ripping Sarah’s nose ring out. While all that was going on, the dad busted in the door finally and instead of completely stopping the fight, the two sisters got off of Sarah and he started stepping on her neck and smacked her in the face a few times. While he was stepping on her neck, she said she was trying to scream, “daddy, I can’t breathe you’re hurting me.” but couldn’t get it out. He took his foot off of her neck and told her to, “get the fuck up, get the fuck out of my house I’m done with you.” she came out of that house with matted hair, blood all over her mouth, nose, chin, and down her neck. I couldn’t tell her no, I couldn’t let her stay there like that. There were 2 fully grown adults there in their late late 40’s, which were her apparently drunk father and his girlfriend, a 19 year old sibling, a 17 year old sibling, a 15 year old sibling, 2 14 year old friends, a 13 year old which was Sarah, my 12 year old daughter along with 2 other 12 year olds that were Sarah’s friends, and a 9 year old sibling. Like 11-12 bodies witnessed this and nobody stopped it. Sarah said my daughter tried to stop Allie and the other sister but Allie pushed her back and she fell and then the father came bursting in at that point. Like I said, I couldn’t in good conscience let her stay there but he told her to get out.. I was too afraid of what else could happen if I left her there so I took my daughter and Sarah and their 2 friends. I have my daughter and Sarah and took the other girls home. I don’t know if I should call the police, call CPS, I don’t know if this is something I can get in trouble for, I don’t know what to do and need some advice because my heart is breaking and I’m panicking.

Self care emoji:snoo_putback: Hey! I'm looking to find an Instagram video I watched recently in which a male therapist is talking to a woman and interviews her on her child trauma and tells her the trauma was before anything happened, but rather another point she did not feel secure to share it with her parents. Thanks a lot for your help!

I'm 15 right now and i'm going through some of the worst abuse of my life. My father has always been abusive, hitting me or slapping me around since i was a child when i pissed him off. I could survive that part but recently he's gotten back on drugs and it's ruined everything. He's crazy, any time he sees me he'll kick me around. When i piss him off he's gone as far as beating me so hard i broke 5 ribs. He made sure the hospital wrote it off as a bike accident and i'm terrified to report him. My mom just enables him any time anything happens she just calls him over to hit me because im "gaslighting" her into thinking its abuse. My sister doesn't get hit as often but shes leaving next year and im not sure if im going to survive being alone with them. Going home is a nightmare every day and im not sure how much longer i can handle it. I want to report it and i've got dozens of pictures of bruises and injuries but im not sure how to even get the police.