The interview I referred to is called “Escape from a House of Horror” by dianne sawyer last year. They interview 2 turpin girls. I’ve watched it a few times now and it’s very very similar to my story, except their degree of isolation from the outside world was a bit more than mine, and we didn’t have as extreme abuse like chaining - although some of the stuff my sisters went through was truly unspeakable, what I did see. My dad was abusive, but not to me. My mom was abusive to me, and my dad was abusive to my sister, and the youngest was not supposed to have been born at all. When I was about 5, probably during the peak of all the most dysfunctional shit because that time period gets really blurry - they were on the verge of divorce, due to her drug use and infidelity and racking up massive debt for no reason. I can’t talk about the circumstances of my youngest sister’s birth publicly because other than my mom and 1 other person I think I am the only one alive that knows and I can’t risk my sister seeing it. It’s truly fucked though.
my dad was certainly no saint but I do view him as a victim here, although not a blameless one. That’s been difficult to grapple with over the years - because he was so close to me, and the dearest and closest friend I ever had. Without his kindness and closeness I do not think I would have survived. However, I do remember him being quite cruel to my little sister. I never have talked to her about it because she seems to have made peace with him and they seemed to have resolved it before he died, it’s their thing. She was lucky IMO. Things actually did stabilize when the youngest sibling was born, but quickly deteriorated.
They show video of the home as they found it (the turpins). Ours was considerably, considerably, considerably worse. I struggle to describe it to normal people. Like, there is no space to stand or breathe or do anything. Everything is filthy around you, rotting, decaying, bugs, broken glass, you name it. Your parents’ space is fine and they have plenty of food (they kept their own refrigerator) but you have nothing. It was exactly how they described it, except like I said I dont think the physicality was quite as much. The control and isolation and severe neglect was all there though. I remember several times my mother locking herself in her office for days at a time (my dad had gotten very very ill around the time my youngest sibling was born - later we found out he had a rapid onset case of diabetes, heart disease, and muscular dystrophy - which accelerated fairly quickly, and a lot of the age of 8-17 he was in and out of the ER and intensive care). Because of this I absolve him of a lot of the conditions we dealt with. He was too sick to do anything and to me, it seemed like he had a substance issue that he was dealing with but never acknowledged to me or anyone else. For him it was the painkillers and muscle relaxers he needed just to be able to move around without agony. It was hard to watch for so many years.
anyway this is all to say conditions were shit for a long long time. I got lucky and when things blew up with my mom and I escaped in the divorce, I got to live a pretty normal age 16-18 with my dad before I set out on my own (I can talk about that another time). I gained a ton of weight super fast and started doing really really well in sports, and had a brief stint as a pretty stellar athlete before my knee started to deteriorate too much. I finally was allowed to have friends and my own life and my own interests and I felt so free, and even despite the trauma I just went through (lost the dog, the bat attack, some other horrible shit I didnt mention) it felt like a really peaceful time.
In those years I dont know how my sisters fared and I feel like I had abandoned them. I was first to escape and have dealt with cutting my incubator off the easiest. next was my next sister who is a year and a half younger than me - her line was when my incubator refused to see her first born grandchild out of some petty thing we didnt even understand. I don’t think my incubator even knows she had a grand daughter that has lived and died. How fucked is that?
It’s difficult for any adult child to come to an understanding that not only does your parent not give a single shit about anyone but themselves, but that they probably never cared about you at all beyond what you could give them in that moment. It’s really hard to grapple with sometimes because so many people I’ve met have absolute wonderful parents and to those people this stuff is truly unimaginable and frequently they’ll outright deny it, make excuses for abusers, or try to minimize/downplay it.
It’s started to ruin relationships of mine that didnt ever have this kind of problem. For instance, my step grandma was around this time. She saw EVERYTHING. She’s even told me she and my grandpa had considered several times going to CPS but they didnt trust the government or something retarded so they decided to just “keep an eye on it.” Fuck you you fucking enablers you could have stoppped it the entire fucking time and you did NOTHING. The more I think about it the more I get enraged and hope they all rot in hell, every single piece of shit that saw it and did absolutely nothing. I’d spit on their graves if I ever found out. I get that angry.
Anyway it’s truly crazy watching this interview. Jordan describes getting a cell phone accidentally and getting glimpses of the outside world through it and it gave her hope - that’s EXACTLY what the internet was like when it came to me around the age of 12. I could finally see the world beyond the tiny little glimpse of it I was allowed to see and it gave me a lot of hope and it probably isn’t a coincidence I gravitated towards computers.