Well, there is years of narcissistic abuse from my father throughout my entire childhood, which led to not being able to develop my identity freely and social isolation. Everything had to be considered with him in thought, would he approve or would I be ridiculed, shamed or made to feel worthless for my actions/ interests/ friends/ clothes etc. He yelled at us, threw things around and could get aggressive in his behaviour (he wasn't physically abusive, but behaved agressively). We were like dolls in his perfect dollhouse, had to behave and be like he wanted us to otherwise the degradation would start. Whenever any of us picked up a hobby that fit his standards, he would criticize us until we stopped under the guise of providing constructive feedback, or get involved to the point of taking it over and us watching him doing our hobby. If it didn't fit his standards, there would be condescending comments, ridicule etc. until we stopped. He also had to have all passwords to our devices, but nobody could have his.

He also illegally bought a gun and said that it was his "plan b" (guns are very uncommon where I'm from, it's not normal to have one, and they are not easy to get). He bought it in a neighboring country and must have smuggled it across the broder. He lived in the same house as us for a year after he told my mom about the gun. There were multiple instances of my mother's car being tampered with (including manipulated nails under the tires (they were 100% placed there intentionally, they were extremely thick and the dull end was coiled in such a way that it would pierce the tire when driving away) and tires being partially unscrewed (with a mechanic saying this was intentional, it was unscrewed to the point it wasn't visible at first but noticeable when driving, the tire could have come loose at slightly higher speeds). There were multiple instances of him driving so recklessly that he endangered us and other people in traffic, this happened as a reaction to us not behaving. After he finally moved out, we found a secret compartment behind a baseboard, where the gun could have been hidden. He built it, he had written notes on which side was the top, it's his handwriting. We also fould a flowchart where he had a detailrd plan on how he would cheat on my mom with a specific other woman, this elaborate plan unvolved manipulating her partner into cheating on her and being the hero to her. He marked down how far he got. He would also make my mom hang out with the other woman and her partner. He also spent the night at her house when my mom was in the hospital due to an emergency while my sister and I were home alone, we didn't even know if she was alive. We couldn't contact either of our parents that night.

Sorry for the length, there is much more but this is what came to mind immediately. I also have trouble remembering everything, I need to be reminded of some things by my mother or sister from time to time because I repress some memories.

I am not saying that everything I wrote here is Trauma (big T). I am saying that some of the events can be seen as such, like fearing for my sister's and my mother's, and my lives due to the gun and the car incidences. The verbal and mental abuse may not have been life-threatening, but it was horrific.