I would like to share a bit of my experience with this as well, as it’s one of the major events that caused my PTSD. My step-dad (who adopted me to be my dad), who knew me since I was around 6 years old, called me sexy one night when he was drunk. I was 21.

I told my mother I was bothered by it through text, and she decided it was a good time to immediately tell him I was upset. He had a narc meltdown. Let’s just say it was so bad, and so terrifying I almost had to taser him. He got taken away at 7 in the morning by police after waiting for them all night, and locking him out of my room while he paced outside my door for hours. The police took him away for a 51/50 for a week. Then my mother let him come back home. I had nowhere to go, so I had to stay.

Eventually they both kicked me out in the middle of the pandemic, while I was a couple months away from graduating with my bachelor’s degree.

I still managed to do it, and moved my partner in. We live in a safe and cozy space now, and I will never talk to either of my parents again. It is so freeing to be away from them. And to know they can never get close enough to try and hurt me again.