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title: "Content warning: emotional blackmail"
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Content warning: emotional blackmail.
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"If you don't do what I want you
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to, I'll kill myself."
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My mother said that to me when I was ten years
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old or younger. Yes, my mother. I didn't know what to do. I didn't even
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think to call the police. My siblings - a younger brother and a younger
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sister - were there as well.
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"Well? Do you want me to jump down from
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nine storeys high, or not? Shall I do it now?"
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My brother and I refused
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to give in. But my sister rushed to Mummy and said, sobbing: "I love
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you, Mummy, please don't jump."
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Fast forward to my fifteen-year-old
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self: I came in first in my cohort, in academic performance.
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At
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twenty-three years old: I felt unwell (mentally or otherwise). My
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university class-mates started avoiding me.
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Now, at thirty years old:
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Looking back, it was hardly surprising that I suffered a break-down. I
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had to attend to my wounds - emotional or otherwise - from my childhood.
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All those years, I had been avoiding it, pretending everything was fine.
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Now I feel much better, thanks to a Biblical God. And I wish - and
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practise - kindness towards my mother, because that's what my god wants.
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If you're suffering similarly right now, I hope my message encourages
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you.
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