Dun Haddit
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Without going through everything all over again long story short all four of my stepchildren are severely mentally disturbed. Not only do we have a genetic component of mental disease or disability, we also have childhood trauma associated with living in the home with a very unstable mentally disabled person.
Our middle son is only four years and eight months shy of an antisocial personality disorder diagnosis. Yesterday in therapy, once again trying to play the victim, he started crying and talking about how he missed that we used to do things together and hang out and travel to see my daughter up north.
This boy has absolutely no qualms about referring us to CPS for abuse as retribution if he doesn't get his way. I am essentially a hostage in my own home. All four are so proficient in manipulation, they can make anyone unfamiliar with our situation, the children or myself, believe that I am the most horrible person in the world.
My response to the therapist about the tearful plea of reunification, was to describe how it is living at home with terrorists. They all go out of their way to make everyone else miserable I'm living in what's tantamount to bullying abuse. I looked the doctor square in the eye and told him that if I could wear a go pro on my forehead and follow everyone around I could prove that absolutely everything they do is on purpose, deliberate and for the sheer pleasure of causing torture and misery.
The doctor then looked at our son and asked him if what I was saying was true and he nodded his head and said yes. The level of sophistication all of these children have with their abilities to make me look like I'm the one who's crazy in trying to describe their behavior is absolutely fascinating. After he readily and nonchalantly admitted that this is what he does and does to me at the house, the oldest boy did as well.
The last social worker we had visit us after a referral that they are forced to write sentences as punishment and eat quinoa for dinner if they are bad was convinced I was the evil stepmother, even with intervention from the therapist & psychiatrist.
I'm living on eggshells because anything and everything I do is scrutinized to the point as to whether or not they can use it against me if and whenever they feel like it. If it makes any difference my husband feels the exact same way and if it weren't for paternal guilt (he feels it's his fault that they are so mentally disturbed because he did not get them away from that woman soon enough). This has put some strain on the marriage but not enough that I would be willing to divorce him but also far enough that there have been times he's considered relinquishing custody to the state because of their mental disabilities.
I'm maxed out on my antidepressant, on high doses of anti anxiety medications and am conditioned to disappear from the time they get home till they go to bed. I avoid contact with them at all cost. I have indoor security video that would show what's going on. This is MY house. They moved in when we married, yet I loathe being there at times. I'm able to visit my daughter up north frequently, but all that does is put a bandaid over the severed limb.
Does this qualify as dv? Elder abuse? The admission of it happening - can the therapist report it to anyone that could help and step in to stop it?
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Our middle son is only four years and eight months shy of an antisocial personality disorder diagnosis. Yesterday in therapy, once again trying to play the victim, he started crying and talking about how he missed that we used to do things together and hang out and travel to see my daughter up north.
This boy has absolutely no qualms about referring us to CPS for abuse as retribution if he doesn't get his way. I am essentially a hostage in my own home. All four are so proficient in manipulation, they can make anyone unfamiliar with our situation, the children or myself, believe that I am the most horrible person in the world.
My response to the therapist about the tearful plea of reunification, was to describe how it is living at home with terrorists. They all go out of their way to make everyone else miserable I'm living in what's tantamount to bullying abuse. I looked the doctor square in the eye and told him that if I could wear a go pro on my forehead and follow everyone around I could prove that absolutely everything they do is on purpose, deliberate and for the sheer pleasure of causing torture and misery.
The doctor then looked at our son and asked him if what I was saying was true and he nodded his head and said yes. The level of sophistication all of these children have with their abilities to make me look like I'm the one who's crazy in trying to describe their behavior is absolutely fascinating. After he readily and nonchalantly admitted that this is what he does and does to me at the house, the oldest boy did as well.
The last social worker we had visit us after a referral that they are forced to write sentences as punishment and eat quinoa for dinner if they are bad was convinced I was the evil stepmother, even with intervention from the therapist & psychiatrist.
I'm living on eggshells because anything and everything I do is scrutinized to the point as to whether or not they can use it against me if and whenever they feel like it. If it makes any difference my husband feels the exact same way and if it weren't for paternal guilt (he feels it's his fault that they are so mentally disturbed because he did not get them away from that woman soon enough). This has put some strain on the marriage but not enough that I would be willing to divorce him but also far enough that there have been times he's considered relinquishing custody to the state because of their mental disabilities.
I'm maxed out on my antidepressant, on high doses of anti anxiety medications and am conditioned to disappear from the time they get home till they go to bed. I avoid contact with them at all cost. I have indoor security video that would show what's going on. This is MY house. They moved in when we married, yet I loathe being there at times. I'm able to visit my daughter up north frequently, but all that does is put a bandaid over the severed limb.
Does this qualify as dv? Elder abuse? The admission of it happening - can the therapist report it to anyone that could help and step in to stop it?
Sent using ConductDisorders mobile app