The Dancers Who Were Thrown Under A Ship
Mamamia Out Loud
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My family never sought treatment for me.
It wasn’t until I was 16 that the school referred me to a counsellor. My father reluctantly took me to my appointments, always making a point to tell me how it inconvenienced him. My mother talked as if I had done something terrible.
"How could this happen?"
"Your sisters aren’t like this so why are you?"
I hadn’t done anything wrong. I know that now. My only crime was being born into an unsupportive family. My mental health issues stemmed from their emotional abuse, so it is no surprise they had no desire to help me get better. That would mean taking responsibility for their actions.