Standing for our sister

Even as adults, standing up to injustice is difficult, especially when those who are committing it are in power. Even when it is necessary and right, the consequences may be too dire to warrant the risk. So we are forced to bite our tongue and do our best to make due. Sadly, the same is true for many victims of abuse.

A young child is powerless. They rely on others for so much of their own survival and developmental guidance. A child cannot simply say that they do not want to go to school or eat a needed meal and get away with it without reason. Likewise, a child cannot tell the person who is hurting them that they no longer want to suffer the abuse.

Our abusers were our parents. The people society expects to care for us were the very ones torturing us, physically and psychologically. We knew it wasn’t right, we felt the pain, and we wanted it to end. A child should never see death as a realistic escape, but we did. Even today, some of us, including our youngers (those whose mental age is frozen at a young age) still struggle with the desire to die.

At one point one of our alters, Syn, attempted to stand up to our father. He told him in no uncertain terms that he wouldn’t allow the abuse to continue, that he would find some way to stop it. But a child’s voice, even one as forceful as Syn’s, has little impact on the decisions of an adult, abuser or otherwise.

For those who stand up to their abusers, the response can have some variation, but it is almost always done in a way to instil more fear into the child. To make them to afraid, for themselves or others, to do anything other then try to try and escape. Some will use physical torture, some prefer threats to keep their victims in line, and still others think that both tactics work best when used together.

Our father was one of the last of these. Upon hearing that Syn wouldn’t have it any more, our father had a simple response. He told Syn us that if we did not comply, then he would have to ‘use’ our younger sister instead. Our sister had always been precious to us. We couldn’t protect ourselves, but we could at least try and save her. Our sister and ourselves were quite close while we were younger and the idea of any harm befalling her was more then any of us could stand.

So we did the only thing we could that might ensure our sister’s safety, we submitted. Looking back, going to authorities may have been a better option, but we were young and a child rarely thinks in such ways. Their care-givers, no matter how evil, are law. They know what is and what isn’t and to go against them is to go against the word of a god.

So we endured it without question, we let ourselves be broken so that our sister might have a better life. After standing up to our father, things didn’t improve. We received an especially harsh ‘punishment’ for our questioning his authority and we did so as quietly as possible. We could do nothing to stop it, but at least we could help one person, our sister.

To the best of our knowledge, nothing like this ever happened to our sister. She was favored and cared for and we saw this as good, for at least one of us could have a life.

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