When a child is being used as a punching bag because the parent had a bad day, who cares?
When the child has a bad day, nobody cares, because “Children are to be seen and not heard.”
Just read your Holy Bible.
With purple whelps covering the legs, the child runs away from home.
Unfortunately police force the teenager back to live with the negligent and abusive parent, because who listens to a victim of child abuse when the parent is a land owner and social climbing tax paying narcissist?
When the negligent abuser fears she and her husband will be exposed for their abuse and neglect she feigns victimhood, resorting to accusing her child victim of lesbianism to prevent justice intervening on behalf of the child.
Swept under the rug!
This teaches a child that child abuse is normal.
It is pointless to report abuse, to tell police you're being abused, when they are under the charismatic spell of a Narcissist, and just when you begin to rise and show the deputy the bruises covering your legs, they snap at you, the victim, “Sit your fanny down! You don't look abused!”
The Narcissist parent is standing there, smug, confident, that once again she has snowed the county authorities and can talk her way out of anything. No law applies to her. She is above the law and you, as her offspring have no civil or human rights and she can do ANY THING she pleases.
When juvenile officers investigate, she plays on their hatred of homosexuals to divert focus off herself, accusing you the victim and the cousin's whose mother reported her to Child Protective Services, of being “Lesbians”.
Of course I had no idea she had resorted to such an absurdly dishonest tactic until an investigator arrived at the high school, calling me and my cousin to the office. We sat down and for 20 minutes were interrogated about our relationship.
We did realize they were somewhat odd questions, then finally, he came right out with it, dismayed, “You're both not sexually involved with each other?!”
Me and my cousin Shelly looked at each other in shock and astonishment, speechless for a few seconds, “OF COURSE NOT!”
Taken aback by such disturbed allegations, I would soon realize DSS ignores when a child beater parent is caught LYING TO THEM.
They simply wipe their hands of it and tell the child they're forbidden contact with their cousin because nobody cares about the child's welfare.
Forbidden contact with a cousin, the only human outside of the Narcissist's web who had the sense to recognize CHILD ABUSE when she saw it, and report it to authorities.
But they did nothing. They took the word of the Narcissist child abuser as Gospel truth.
That! was the end game of the Narcissist abuser. To isolate her victim from any possibility to form a social support network for self-advocacy.
Thanks to the Brunswick County Sheriff Department and the failure of a so-called Child welfare agency I was shoved back behind four walls to languish in abuse and isolation.
Nobody had MY back.
Regularly subjected to Narcissist psychopathic outbursts, their need to use my body as a punching bag to alleviate their stress and vicious triangulation mind games enjoyed with total impunity.
Part II
To elaborate on the absurdity of what led up to the bludgeoning I described in my last video, titled, The End Game.
The crime committed by the Patriarch, took place on a Sunday. This, I am certain of. Saturday was the sabbath and work of any kind, forbidden. Sunday, was a day of labor.
Around that time, the Patriarch operated a private television and electronics repair business. A local had sold him a used TRS 80 computer. I had never seen a computer before and when I walked into the shop that Sunday and my sister playing on it, I began observing it.
Suddenly the door opened and in walked the Patriarch in a gruff mood. He barked, "I want you to get outside and mow the lawn."
Of course, such demands were never made of the older sister playing on the computer, only myself or my brothers.
I didn't JUMP when the patriarch barked "Jump!" He was a retired Navy officer, he expected, and demanded, mindless obedience of his subordinates.
I continued to observe the computer in action as I had never seen such a thing, and was very curious.
The Patriarch walked out of the building.
About 5 minutes later, he returned and still in a hostile frame of mind. This time, he was carrying an old, weather worn board, jagged with a rusty bent nail still lodged in it.
For about 5 minutes he proceeded to tear into my body from his irrational rage. His excuse was that I didn't immediately go outside as he commanded and begin mowing the lawn on demand.
Beaten and broken from his blistering out of control rage and violence, I proceeded to go about mowing the lawn as commanded to do.
For about 10 minutes, I pushed the mower cutting grass as the tears covering my face dried in the hot sunlight.
Suddenly, he was approaching me, once again with that same gnarled board. I shut down the mower and asked, "What's wrong?!"
He informs me now, I'm guilty of the trespass for not asking "WHICH LAWN to mow first?"
He proceeded to bludgeon my limbs, screaming irrationally and mercilessly with that wooden board.
When he was finished using my body as his personal punching bag to alleviate stress, I had been pushed to a breaking point nearing insanity.
Aren't police required to protect children in these circumstances?
I understand what slavery is, and what it does to the soul. Who cried for me? Who had my back? Nobody. I was imprisoned in this hell and isolation.
Visions of loading a gun kept pulsing through my mind as my injuries swelled. I continued to push the mower, trying to maintain self-control. Thoughts of ridding myself of the loveless monster whom it seemed only ever interacted except in a violent rage.
The only thing that prevented me from acting on such thoughts was a Biblical teaching instilled into me since birth, to strike down a parent will result in forfeiture of inheritance in the kingdom of God.
I decided it was not worth forfeiting my eternal life for the sake of delivering myself from the cruel oppressor. However, if I had acted on such impulses, and had received a fair trial the act would have been ruled a legitimate case of temporary insanity.
No human should EVER be forced to live in such deplorable neglect and cruelty.
The following day was Monday, a school day. It was during gym that a cousin, Shelly, observed the bruises and whelps, and I told her that I couldn't live in that house anymore.
I contemplated ending my own life to escape the abuse.
Shelly was concerned and demanded, "Leave! You're coming home with me!"
As described, the Narcissistic Matriarch lied to police, lied to child abuse investigators, and being a charming Narcissistic Psychopath that she was, they believed her.
I never had a chance at receiving justice or peace, to grow and develop into a well-balanced adult.
From that time on, the matriarch would do everything in her power, every opportunity to create a false narrative that I was the villain and she, the victim. She loved her public reputation more than her own daughter.
