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Sorry, I just have to rant about my family's treatment of our youngest member.
The list of abused committed against Ben is long. I've been here not a half hour and already I've seen the worst one yet. Ben is 2 and just now starting to speak. Both my mom and I think that it's an emotional response to not being the favorite child. He's litterally quadrupled his vocabulary in the past week and so encouraging him to speak is a bigger thing than ever before. My mom and I were asking him things like 'what do dogs say', what kind of animal is Caillie (their dog) and general basic vocab. Ben's grandpa started asking Michael, the favorite who can speak perfectly fine, the same questions and said he was feeling left out. This is true, I can let that one slide because he was feeling left out. Never mind that has been Ben's whole life.
Ten minutes later the most discusting example of this yet happened. Jenny, Ben's mom, was making cookies for Santa. As soon as she started Michael left his chair to come and do it with her. He was making snow men, santas, ect. THis was happening on the same table Ben was eating at. Ben was watching intently and making hand signs that he wanted to join in. My mom asked 'Ben, do you want to make a cookie too?' He said 'Yeah!' His mom heard this and asked Ben if he wanted to make a cookie too and Ben said Yeah! again. She then proceeded to make 5 more cookies with Michael. I kept watching and Jenny wasn't including Ben so I grabbed two cookie cutters and asked Ben if he'd want to make a Christmas Tree of a Santa. he chose and I told Jenny which he wanted. She looked at me and nodded and went right on making cookies with Michael. I then asked her if Ben needed to finish eating before he could make one. She didn't say anything. Finally, down to the last cookie, after Michael had made I don't know how many, all but the first one his mom had done, Jenny asked Chris, her husband to get Ben out of his chair so Ben could make ONE cookie. There was of course not enough dough for a Santa, which he chose, so he had to make a Candy Cane. His dad kept rushing Jenny because Ben was getting heavy. There was no encouragement given to Ben, just obligation forced on Jenny by my mom and I. Yes I know that my mom and I pressuring her must not have been great and it was obvious I'm sure, but I'm sorry, she is telling her youngest son that he does not matter. I just have to share this because I can't stand it. No one in this family cares about him. They have given him a fake name so they can complain about him in front of his face, they are just fine with his older brother taking his toys from him, they even kept him sitting at his high chair durring his own birthday party away from the other kids because they didn't feel like moving his chair. I'm not sure how much more I can take of Jenny and Chris and Mike, not to mention the grandparents doing this. Every time I leave I think it will be better and convince myself that it's not as bad as I see it, but it is truely discusting.
I hope your Christmases are less sickening. And if you do get sick I hope it is from over eating not revulsion.
The list of abused committed against Ben is long. I've been here not a half hour and already I've seen the worst one yet. Ben is 2 and just now starting to speak. Both my mom and I think that it's an emotional response to not being the favorite child. He's litterally quadrupled his vocabulary in the past week and so encouraging him to speak is a bigger thing than ever before. My mom and I were asking him things like 'what do dogs say', what kind of animal is Caillie (their dog) and general basic vocab. Ben's grandpa started asking Michael, the favorite who can speak perfectly fine, the same questions and said he was feeling left out. This is true, I can let that one slide because he was feeling left out. Never mind that has been Ben's whole life.
Ten minutes later the most discusting example of this yet happened. Jenny, Ben's mom, was making cookies for Santa. As soon as she started Michael left his chair to come and do it with her. He was making snow men, santas, ect. THis was happening on the same table Ben was eating at. Ben was watching intently and making hand signs that he wanted to join in. My mom asked 'Ben, do you want to make a cookie too?' He said 'Yeah!' His mom heard this and asked Ben if he wanted to make a cookie too and Ben said Yeah! again. She then proceeded to make 5 more cookies with Michael. I kept watching and Jenny wasn't including Ben so I grabbed two cookie cutters and asked Ben if he'd want to make a Christmas Tree of a Santa. he chose and I told Jenny which he wanted. She looked at me and nodded and went right on making cookies with Michael. I then asked her if Ben needed to finish eating before he could make one. She didn't say anything. Finally, down to the last cookie, after Michael had made I don't know how many, all but the first one his mom had done, Jenny asked Chris, her husband to get Ben out of his chair so Ben could make ONE cookie. There was of course not enough dough for a Santa, which he chose, so he had to make a Candy Cane. His dad kept rushing Jenny because Ben was getting heavy. There was no encouragement given to Ben, just obligation forced on Jenny by my mom and I. Yes I know that my mom and I pressuring her must not have been great and it was obvious I'm sure, but I'm sorry, she is telling her youngest son that he does not matter. I just have to share this because I can't stand it. No one in this family cares about him. They have given him a fake name so they can complain about him in front of his face, they are just fine with his older brother taking his toys from him, they even kept him sitting at his high chair durring his own birthday party away from the other kids because they didn't feel like moving his chair. I'm not sure how much more I can take of Jenny and Chris and Mike, not to mention the grandparents doing this. Every time I leave I think it will be better and convince myself that it's not as bad as I see it, but it is truely discusting.
I hope your Christmases are less sickening. And if you do get sick I hope it is from over eating not revulsion.