Sharing my (15M) experience of Domestic Abuse

This will be a long read so be prepared...

I (15M) would like to tell you the story of the domestic abuse I've seen and experienced by my father and his family against my mother and her family... So just as some basic information I used to live on the 5th floor of an apartment in Navi Mumbai from (0-13) and now live in Mumbai. I'll be splitting this story into 2 parts, how my mom was abused by my dad and his family, and how I was affected by it all. Each of these parts will contain around 3-4 cases with each increasing in severity. So if you want the horrifying shit, just read the last couple cases of each.

How my mother was abused:

1) Now my mother is a working professional, once she married my dad she was allowed to continue work. After I was birthed my mom faced constant harassment by her husband and his family, she used to travel around 2 hours total to and back from work, would cook and clean, serve everyone, take me to walks to garden. But whenever she was unable to do EVEN 1 of any of these she was just harassed by everyone. My father and his family would yell at her saying she doesn't do anything and talk bad about her behind her back.

2) My father would often have disagreements with my mother and would beat her up and kick her out of the house along with me. He would even threaten to parade us naked through the streets.

3) Once my mom and father had a disagreement and my father proceeded to beat her up and threw me and my mom in the streets with nothing except our clothes. We had to stay with my grandmother (mom's side) for a couple weeks, who luckily lived only a walk away, until we could return home again. (This is a common trend with every fight)

4) A particularly horrifying case I'd like to tell you about- once when they had an argument, my father proceeded to restrain her to the bed. He was on top of her sitting on her with his full weight and holding down her hands. No matter how much my mother pleaded for him to let go, he wouldn't. Sitting on top of her, he would occasionally slap her. The entire time I was watching from the door. After an hour or 2 i (<10 at the time) was tired of it and grabbed a plastic cricket stump thingie and attacked him with it. Obv it did nothing since I was young af and he quickly took it out of my hands, slapped me and continued holding her down. I then retreated and decided to act like I was hungry and beg for food, so my mom would be let go and we could escape. After about 30 mins of begging for food, my mom managed to convince my dad to let her go so she could serve me food. He finally let go and while he was still sitting in the bedroom my mom quickly grabbed me, her purse and left the home. In the process she knocked over steel thermas water bottle which got tangled in the purse straps, so we had to leave in a hurry without even footwear... We climbed down the stairs to the 1st floor and hid inside the apartment of a friend of my mom's for 2-3 hours whose daughter went to same school and same bus as me. After all of that we left their home and walked to the nearest police station barefoot. We complained to the police but they just said that this was common and "ye toh har ghar ki kahani hai". Fuck the Indian police they are a bunch of cock sucking dicks I hope that officer dies the most horrible death imaginable. After realising that they wouldn't help my mom took me to a nearby bata shop to buy us footwear... And then we walked to my grandmothers place and stayed with her a couple weeks. In total we probably walked around 3km barefoot another 2km to grandma

5) A REALLYYY horrifying one: I was 8-11. So my dad at the time was in Pune working on some IT project while me and my mom were in Navi Mumbai. Either way my mom and dad have an argument on the phone and my dad hangs up midway. My mom tries to to call him several times but he doesn't pick up the call. After 2-3 hours later we hear a knock on the door at 6-8pm... Either way, my mom opens the door and it was my fucking father. He drove 2-3 hours after having an argument on the phone all the way from Pune to Mumbai, still dressed in his fucking office formal wear... The first thing he did after being let inside was pin my mother to the sofa and start yelling. Then pulled out a laptop from his backpack and started to hit my mom on the head with it. All the while I was watching prob from less than 3m away... After that he grabbed her hair and started to drag her away into the bedroom to beat her up some more. While being dragged away, my mother yelled at me to run away and call the neighbours, and so I did. The door was still open so I ran out into the lobby and my father chased after me. After I managed to get out into the lobby he just locked the door behind him and proceeded to drag my mom into the bedroom while I could still hear her screams through the door. I ran up to all the 3 other apartments on our floor and rang their bell telling them my mom was being beaten up by my dad. One of the neighbours let me in his house while the other men from the houses kept banging on the door telling my dad to open up. The entire time i could hear my mother's screams... While I was in the neighbours home his 2 daughters were staring into my soul, probably in pity. Either way when the door finally opened it was revealed that my father dragged her into the bedroom and broke off one of the curtain rods and best her up with it. There was also also shattered glass everywhere from the mirror that had been broken in the process. Me and my mom again made our way to the police station (around 8-9) but this time the officer that was listening to what my mother had to say was barely fucking listening and had his eyes glued to a fucking cricket/football match on the TV, my mom threatened to complain to his superiors if he didn't pay attention, and that's when he actually apologised and gave a fuck. Either way they just made up some shitty excuse that they couldn't do anything because my father was an educated man unlike most abusers who were drunkards? Gotta love the fuckung police. My father then showed up to the station and talked to the officers about how it was a minor disagreement and that it's normal for fights between couples WHICH THE FUCKUGG OFFICER AGREED WITH. Aso he was made to sit beside my mother when he arrived, there's no way this is normal procedure or makes sense.

There's more shit that happened like this but I'm too tired to write about it...

How I was affected...

1) Every time my mom was beaten up and kicked out of the house along with me, we used to go live with Grandma for a couple weeks until my dad cooled down. After 2-3 days of living of no contact with my dad, my mom would have to go and get my bags and books from our home so I could continue going to school... Often times my would miss a book or 2 and I'd have to go to school without them where I'd be punished for it. In the 4th part above where my mom and I got kicked out barefoot and my mom had to buy my sandals from bata, and walk to my grandmas place. After a couple days she went and got my bag and books but forgot my shoes, so I wore the sandals she bought, which were ofcourse not allowed in school... When I was entering the school the next day one of the teachers stopped me so he could leave a remark in my almanac for not wearing shoes. He then asked my why I was wearing sandals and not shoes... And I just broke down crying... How could I tell this man what I'd been through? He let me go without leaving a remark or asking further questions. Had a similar thing happen with the art teacher once. I didn't have my art book, so I was made to stand infront of the class and asked why I didn't have it. I lied to him telling him my house was being painted while holding back tears. He was an asshole no kid liked him, literally hitler if he was an art teacher.

2) The kids in my society soon found out about the shit happening in my home and like true good friends they started bullying me and teasing me about it :) ! Im assuming they heard about it from their parents or something. Either way because of it I stopped going down to play and would sit in my home 24/7, only to get teased by my fucking father who was the root of all my problems. He used to tease me by callling me a girl, and how I was a coward with no friends and how I couldn't even talk to the kids in my building... And the one time i brought over a friend (let's call him shreyas) home to show home some funny video, he decided that was the best time to throw a fit about how I didn't study and threw my phone cover out the window while yelling at me infront of Shreyas. (I had my own phone since my parents were both working and I would often be home alone) When I tried to invite Shreyas home another time he refused saying he was afraid of my father. (I don't blame him) Then a couple months or so later my father asks me why my friends dont come to our home anymore (my friends used to come home to my house daily before they found out my house problems) I told him in his face that they are all afraid of him especially after his fit infront of Shreyas. And you know what he did? He went down while all the kids were playing and asked Shreyas if he was afraid of him... And then came home and told me that I was lying because Shreyas said that he wasn't afraid of him and that I was just making up excuses for being a coward with no friends...

3) Since I had been staying at home away from any physical activity and people for like 2-3 years (corona happened in between as well). I went through severe muscle loss and wasn't able to even a single KNEE pushup or run faster than a jogging pace.

4? Every time we had to stay away from home with Grandma, my dad would somehow find out where we were or atleast the general area (he had downloaded some kind of tracker on her phone). And he would go from apartment to apartment, floor to floor, building to FUCKING building, asking if they knew someone named (my mom and I) that lived there. He once even reached our apartment when we just so happened to be outside and the only person home was my uncle's newlywed wife who said she didn't know anyone of the sort. He has managed to find out where we were several times when we lived with Grandma despite then moving places really frequently and would try to break down the door or just be an asshole. I like a dumbass would grab my shitty toy guns and aim it at the door or stay up all night aiming out the balcony as if it'd would do anything.

5) whenever I'd get shitty grades (i wonder why?) cause all the exams would somehow be taking place a week after we got kicked out from the house each and every time. Crazy fucking good timing. My mom would use the "I'm only staying with your dad for you. Why can't you get good grades?", "i should leave you and your dad and get married to someone else", "you should have never been born" and the like. I don't blame her for anything cause tbh I do get her perspective. Besides without her I'd be nothing... She would even sometimes genuinely ask me when we're at grandmas wether she should divorce him and have a second marriage and each time i said yes and told her I supported her fully (happened through ages 8-12). But she never believed that'd id stick to my words.

All this shit has an happy ending tho, my mom at the finally decided to leave my dad 2 years ago (when I was 13). She hired a private moving company and had them just show up one day without any warning and just grab everything she had ownership of from our house and move it here to mumbai where we live on rent. This shit is a whole another story itself might write about it if anyone cares enough. Since moving here to mumbai I've developed a beautiful personality, started working out, and can officially do pushups, pullups and run (still slower than average) but I can cycle 20km in 49:30mins tho ;). I even have 2 pack abs now. (I'm sorry for the flex, but I'm just so proud to be the way I am from the flimsy weak little underweight stick i once I was)

To end things on a negative note, my mom wasn't able to get everything from our home that she bought with her money like the water purifier and etc cause they were in my father's name despite my mom buying it. My father never spent ANY money in our home, not in groceries, not on my toys, not in my mother, not even my school fees. God knows what he used to do with his salary... He didn't even buy the groceries with my mom's money, I used to buy the groceries, he only ever spent money when there was no choice like when it came to buying veggies which I couldn't cause i didnt know how to pick the right ones. Everything I used to own and still own was bought with my mother's money. Im so glad to have a working mom (she earns like 3x more than my father) had she not had a job, we would've been completely reliant on my shitty father who would definitely never spend a dime. He also had been trying to get back together with my mom like 8 months ago, they are still in contact (much to my annoyance but I don't say anything to my mother cause she's a grown adult and frankly I don't care what my father does as long as he isn't involved in my life). He even visited and stayed with us (i didnt like it but I put up with it cause he didn't annoy me) that was until i threatened to stab him with a pair of scissors in self defense (yet another story I might write about). All in all he isn't involved in my life anymore tho he is still in intact with my mom.