hos about call the cops

Yeah.. this is what child protection services (is that right?) is for. Your parents are supposed to look after you! Part of caring for a child is putting clothes on their back. If your parents didn't have a lot of money I could understand you not having the best stuff etc but taking away stuff you bought yourself is just wrong! Where I live it's illegal to even smack your child let alone beat them!

I don't know if you realise this or not, but that sounds like child abuse more than parenting... Not buying you underwear, giving you concussions, refusing to buy even the basics that you need. Definatly child abuse.

Yes 168, 197 and 272, I realize it was child abuse. I'm 50 now so there really isn't much I can do about it and at the time, children were not as informed of their rights as they are now. Even if I had spoken up I wouldn't have stood a chance. My parents were real good at faking out everyone around them and they did not abuse my brother, only me, so absolutely no one would have believed me. I would have come off as an attention-seeking drama queen who injured herself or was just a spaz who kept falling down and pretending she got her head beat in by the "Parents of the Year." To this day everyone in our extended family and our old neighbors think my parents are wonderful and that there's something wrong with me, probably because my parents put the bug in their ears about my 'psychiatric issues' to disguise the fact that my real problem was actually them. I have not seen any of those people in years because I was sick of getting the 'she's a psycho' look from them. The last time I was among their company, a neighbor's daughter turned to her husband and said, "she's the whack job I was telling you about." I had to tolerate that comment from someone who did not graduate from high school, joined a crackpot cult, works the graveyard shift at a mini-mart and is a hoarder so her house is a mess. I am a graduate of Princeton, have a great job, a nice husband and keep a nice house but she is considered the normal, succesful one and I am the crazy woman who is one brick short of a full load and everyone is pointing at me and whispering about me. The saddest part is the crappy lies that are spread about me are all started by my PARENTS. My mother was actually abused by her mother and, like many victims of abuse, became an abuser herself. One of her big lines, screamed at me as she slapped me or pulled my hair or shoved me, was "IT'S MY TURN! DO YOU GET IT? IT'S MY TURN!" which of course I came to realize meant that it was her turn to be the abuser and someday it would be my 'turn' to beat up on and enslave my own daughter. I did no such thing. I broke the pattern of abuse but as you can see I am still imacted by it and every time I read about parents bullying their child I have so much empathy. It would be a much, much better world if everyone loved their own children best and put their best interests first. I was a good kid. I got good grades, I never got into trouble, I kept my mouth shut, I was polite and nice, I did my chores without complaint, I got a full scholarship to a wonderful school, got a great job, married a nice guy, live in a nice home. But my parents never liked me as a kid and still don't think much of me now. My druggie brother, who cost them a fortune in education and is 49 with his own family and STILL sponging, they adore. Go figure.