Basically the title.

For my experience, I lived at home at 18 with mother father and three years younger my sister.

When my mother (who I’m now estranged from) decided to take her anger out on me she waited until my father and sister were out of the house. I put my life savings on the fact that she did so bc she didn’t want to disturb or disrupt them, forgetting the disruption it was causing me.

I had a child safe lock on the inside of my bedroom door to keep her locked out. She spent around six months slamming her hand, fists and open arm against the door trying to get me to open the door. I DID NOT think a loving mother would enter that room, I genuinely thought that if she were to enter she would start pounding me with her fists like she was with the door. I actually prayed at points that she would start to physically beat me so people would believe me as to what she was doing.

The final escalation was when my father and sister were out of the house, and she had been slamming on my door for roughly six months. She spent four hours slamming on the door with her hands, arm, fist and body before she got her tool box out of the garage and tried to take the handle of the door. She fhe way the lock was designed, it wedged the handle of the door up (the handle was a long one that twisted down). She figured she take the handle down she could make entry. This was after months of being told things such as “you are no longer a part of this family”, “I pay rent on this house and you will not ignore me”, and so forth.

We had had arguments prior to any meaningful escalations about me paying rent on my bedroom. I had been very adamant about paying her for the room so I could have a stake in it, and call it mine, she refused, then threw a fit about how she paid rent on the house which made her the entitled one.

The only language I can use for this behavior is “terrorism”, and “violence”.

Because she did so much of this whilst no one else was around, and because she seemed to get her side of the story told to my family first (which entailed misrepresenting myself and her and lying about what had happened) it was incredibly hard to be believed about what had actually happened and the fear she struck In me.

Three years later my direct family still refuse to listen to my side of things, taking my mother’s side and alienating me. I do not have a voice because of her. I am so tired of not being believed or heard.