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I took a two-year leave of absence due to an eating disorder and mental illness, and went back to school last year. I've been abused by my father since I was an infant, and my mother just kept silent right in front of me and didn't help me. Above all else, being a happy father is violence, breaking my things in front of me and throwing them away. “You're a flawed person. I was told, looking in the eye, “People like you just become social trash.” My mother always offered me and my brother to my father because of her cuteness, and I was just watching. I've never stopped it.
Even so, I've been living my whole life trying not to be like that.
Since I lost up to 36 kilograms due to an eating disorder, I still have far less muscle strength than normal people. Even so, I went to hospitals over and over again, and I tried to live even after taking a lot of medicine.
I was yelled at by doctors, psychologists, and administrative offices, and was even hurt a lot by being told that it was completely useless, such as being yelled at by doctors, psychologists, and administrative offices.
I'm basically a serious honor student.
Since returning to college, I have been doing my best by communicating without any problems, even though I have been mentally and physically hurt. We will contact professors and work towards an A grade in all classes. I have a habit of always smiling, and no one notices that I am being abused.
The university, the house on the battlefield, and the challenges to be done in it. I'm tired. But since they're weak, they have to spend hundreds of times more effort and energy to get normal.
I don't know a safe home. I've never experienced a safe dining table. I think I'll kill him already. The father seems to enjoy being able to enter the room without permission, not being able to freely open the window, not being able to do shopping with peace of mind, being monitored and scared.
I'd like to know if there are any first aid measures that won't kill you anyway. I don't need impossible advice like listening to music, taking a deep breath, or having no choice but to leave the house alone. I'm sick of it. I'm tired of hearing able-bodied people's strangely powerful nonsense. For now, it would be nice if murders and suicides could be prevented as soon as possible. They always listen to me, and I wish there was a temple or something where I could escape. I don't know how to look for it.
