My family was a good family. Growing up in it though was different from what the so called world thought is was. It was a home of teasing from my siblings, invalidation from my parents, physical, emotional and mental abuse. My older brother and sister would call me dump, stupid, and just plan torture me with their hurtfull words. My father would invalidate how I felt and my mom worked all the time and would try to buy my love instead of helping me. Their was one incident where I was downstairs with my mom on the recliner looking at magizines and my siblings just kept teasing me and teasing me...calling me names. I beg my mother who was ingrossed with her so called free time to make them stop. She would just sit there without looking at them and casually say"Stop teasing your sister". They didn't stop...they kept coming and saying more...till I was breaking down into tears, overwhelmed with negetive name torture. She did nothing. My dad would say suck it up. I just remember being so fed up that I grabed a metal bat and came after my brother and sister. They hid in the bathroom, so I put 3 to 4 holes in the bathroom door and told them to leave me alone, and low and behold who got the spanking with a board...me. I that right? To that question I say h*ll no. In school kids would shun me, and call me names, dump soda down my back and the teacher would just do nothing. "oh its all fun and games". So now that I have my own kids in school, I don't invalidate them, and tell them to stand up for themselves. If my kids are ever bullied God help the bully and their parents because I will fight and not be a bystandered.