I'm scared to fully post my story about my life and the stuff I went through because of the amount of siblings I have. I'm scared they'll judge me for still loving my parents despite what they put us through, and telling it to people online. Holding it in makes me feel depressed, and telling it over and over again to my therapist feels numbing and pointless. Reading is helping but not as much as it used to. I'm born a few months later to meet the age requirements for Reddit, so technically I'm too young for it. I told one story on here if a few scattered notes. I would guess people wouldnt know how it goes if you got one part before the other. And for that one person wondering, yes, I'm okay. I only ended up badly bruised along with my sister, and after that I couldnt help but accept my moms apology even after she said she knew what she was doing while she was drunk. I feel stupid for loving my parents, especially my mom after the abuse and all, but I cant hate them.