Dear Abusive Family
You think you’ll get away with it.
But I’m going to be the one with the tell-all memoir and you better believe I am blowing the lid off ALL our family secrets.
Dear Dad, I wish you were still alive so I could unleash my rage upon you. So I could get justice, see you humiliated in a court of law. You’re dead which is supposed to be the ultimate justice, so why do I still feel as if you got away easy? You still haunt me and I want it to stop already. You’re dead, be fucking dead.
Submitted by Anonymous
Trigger warning: child abuse
Dear past neighbors and bystanders: Thank you for doing nothing all those times you heard or saw something. Thank you so much for not helping me to escape, for not calling the police, for not giving a damn about the little girl with big scared eyes and long dark hair. At first, I meant this in sarcasm and now, I mean it genuinely. Thank you for being so terrible and neglectful because you taught me that I had to rescue myself that I can rely on NO ONE.
Submitted by Anonymous
[Trigger warning: abuse] You know who you are
I have tried to write a letter, to get some sort of closure to this open sore you’ve left. And I can’t. And I am frustrated. Because I need closure. I need to not lie awake at night or sit down during the day and suddenly remember those incidents. Try to not have nightmares about if you took it to “the next level” as you’ve said back in those dark, dark days.
And I’m frustrated because I’m trying not to hurt myself to make these memories go away and I just want to. Badly. I need the numbness right now. And I need to write that letter. But maybe I’m still weak as fuck after three years since those days. Maybe I’m weaker than I was in those days. Maybe it’s why I can’t write that letter to burn it. To burn the memory of you away in some small way. I hate you. I hate you so much.
Dear abuser, parents [Trigger warning: sexual assault, psychological abuse, eating disorder]
You gave me anorexia together. Parents, because you kept telling me every day how much weight I was gaining and why I should be skinnier.
Abuser, because of you, my the range of values in which my weight is healthy is a trigger to the feelings and the memories from when you molested me. Being healthy reminds of of what you said about how nice my body felt.
I cannot look at myself, whether in a mirror or just looking down at my body. All I see now is fat, fat, fat person. I cannot be body-positive because of you both. No matter how much I recover, I’m bound to always relapse because you you both.
Dear Enabler,
Remember all those lessons about “natural consequences” you always gave us?
Consider my hatred and distrust a natural consequence for the things you did.
Trigger warning: rape, abuse
Dear mom, dad, sister, 3 uncles and countless men I was prostituted to… are you KIDDING me!? How dare you? Any of you, let alone in bloody, laughing groups!? I hate you! I hate you for ruining my life, for ruining sex, ruining food, music, ticking, fun, jokes…. everything. I hate that you make me want to die. I hate that you suffered nothing - no jail time, nothing… and you never will. It’s not fair. All I try to do is help those around me. How could you destroy me this way!?
Submitted by Anonymous
Dear Dad, Grandpa (trigger warning, abuse)
I can understand why you beat me as a child. I understand why sometimes you beat me till I was bruised, or until the hanger broke. Or why you tell me things to make me hate myself. You grew up with this as a norm. In our country it is a norm. You may have turned out fine, but I haven’t turned out fine.
I just want you to know that I understand why you did it and that I forgive you. You grew up this way and in turn practised only what you knew as the best form of discipline.
