It started when i turned 12. This was the first time that my dad had pushed me into a wall and screamed in my face, telling me I need to a side. His or my grams. For years there has been a family feud between my gram and my dad - my gram didnt like him because he didnt help my mom out with rent, buying food..etc.

But even before that the moment i started public school. My brother would physically hurt me before and after getting off the bus to shiw off to his friends. And all i was told by the bus driver was to " run fast".

Then it really started to get bad. I was growing tired of being physically abused and emotionally abused amd my mom put me into therapy to get support with the emotional abuse.

I told her what was happening and she reported it do dcf. They came over and investigated. My mom said it was just " sibling rivarly."

That same night, my brother and i was left home alone he beat me , threw me into a wall, hit me with a horse whip, and threw a clothes line stick at me that left a scar.

The next night i was washing dishes, he comes up behind me with a lighter and puts it to my hair. He quickly put it out, but joked and said he didnt kno that it would light that quick.

My mom shook it off saying he was just playing around. Thats the night i couldnt sleep.

I told my therapist that i was scared to go home. And wat my brother had done to me, again she reported it, my mom said that she was addressing the issue and that it was a harmless joke and that she didnt hear anything about the prevouse night where my brother had beat me.

Dcf came back in and investigated. This was the first night i called the police because my brother had hit me with an illuminum bat, because he was angry that i had told my therapist wat he did.

I started to skip school. Because i was so tired of not being able to sleep at night. I started to become a delinquent student and officers has to come get me from my house. It was at this time i was told that " there is no such thing as family domestic violence"

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Soon i moved into my moms room. I could no longer sleep in my room. With my brother next door.

For a about a month or two things were quite. We all got a long. And then things werent ao great. My dad , brother and i were at a family barbque.

My dad was in a bad mood, ready for a fight and started in with me spreading runors to the cops and the teachers at school that my brothrr was hurting me.

It escalated, when my brother came over and said that " i need to learn to keep my mouth shut" and " and know how to take a punch"

We got home that same night and he wanted the computer. Our mom said i could have it before foing to bed. He got mad and took a telephone cors , wrapped it around my nexk and pulled me backward out of the chair.. i hit the back of my head on the futon couch. I swear to this daybthat was my first concussion.

The next day i told my therapist and she checked the backnof my head amd felt the indent. She had asked if my mom had brought me to the hospital.

I said she didnt . So she called my mom up and spoke to her. My mom tells her that " i didnt hear anything about this until now" and " those two were fighting all day over the computer and i was sick of it "

.this was the first time i tried to commit suicide. I was 14. I was believed by no one. Mu mom shook everything off or blammed me for what happened. I was in and and out of the hospital for a year, i ran away from home multiple tomes and dcf was in and out of the house for 3 years.

They broughy in becket families to help us. Basically we had a case worker and a family therapist. My caseworker tried to fix me. Get me back into my room, go to school. When i would tell her about my brother hurting me she would brush it off and say " thats not how i heard it"

Eventually, i moved back into my room. Two weeks later my brother comes in. The partial story is below.