*Mentally/verbally/emotionally abusing me so badly and with such unnecessary cruelly that I'm still messed up from the things they said and did, and see a psychiatrist currently.
*Use me as a scapegoat for the entire family, and literally tell me, using their own words that I'm not the favorite, that my sisters are more loved and have more value to them because they're "prettier" and "tougher" (not so sensitive and into art and stuff, which is "weird" and "stupid"), and because they had more in common with my parents as far as hobbies, temperaments, personality, movies, tv shows, friends... I was told all of this several times by my mom and dad, and was told that that was why my sisters got fed food, didn't get beat (near as often as I did) and and were bought school clothes, and had their birthdays remembered.
Lead me to becoming malnourished, and causing my body to stop growing and stop gaining weight when I was about 11, because I was expected to make my own money to feed myself-- I wasn't allowed to eat with my parents and little sisters, all the food in the house was for them, not for me. I had to make my own way, even for food and necessities. But, nobody wants to hire a ten-year-old, so the only money I had to rely on to ration throughout the year so I could eat and buy these necessities and school supplies, was Christmas or Birthday money from relatives, and that ran out fast-- especially when my mom would steal it and spend it, or force me to give it to my sisters so they could have something they wanted.
Threaten to kill my cat every time I had a big test or quiz at school. They'd threaten to kill my cat if I brought home anything below a B. They knew that at that point in my life, that little cat was my best friend, the thing I loved the most, and the only thing that was keeping me sane. They knew it was the perfect thing the threaten. So, of course, I'd sit down at my desk and as soon as that test was in front of me, I would start hyperventilating and crying, and unable to focus or take the test because the pressure of my precious cat's life depending on it me being able to concentrate and get it all right right there, right then.
Mom denies punching me in the back/in the spine at my eight grade science fair. ALL my classmates and their parents, every single teacher in the school there-- everyone saw it. She was a little drunk, I suspect, when she did that, so I wonder if she truly doesn't remember that one.
Mom pulling a knife on me and chasing me around the kitchen, pulling my head back by my hair and trying to cut my face and neck, all because I was feeling suicidal from all the abuse at home and bullying going on at school, so I told her how I was feeling, that I was scaring myself with the thoughts I was having, and needed help, and could she please let me see a therapist?... Nope, her response was to go from 0 to 100, screaming "OKAY, LET'S KILL DRU! LET'S KILL DRU, HUH?! HUH?!!!!" and then pushing me from behind on the shoulders until I staggered into the kitchen, screaming and begging her not to do this, where she drew the knife, pulled my hair backward exposing my face and neck and attacked me, still screaming and bellowing about how "WE'RE GOING TO KILL DRU, DRU WANTS TO DIE, DOESN'T SHE?!"
Mom punching me in the face at the circus. I couldn't point something out from the balcony that she wanted to see, because it was too far away, so she punched me in front of hundreds of people.
All the times they either lost it on me during family/social gatherings over really dumb, trivial stuff and started screaming, cussing me out, verbally abusing me and calling me names, or even physically abusing me in front of family/guests/my own friends, so... there was lots of proof, and it was witnessed by quite a few people, and becomes harder with time and with people, to deny any of this stuff ever happened.
There's hundreds of more little incidents, but it would be too long to write and I don't want to write a book, I guess... But yes, all of these things that happened are denied still. I'm 30 years old. You bring them up, and dad gets that wide-eyed, almost overly, cartoonishly innocent, Marilyn Monroe look and goes "Oh... I never did tha-aat!... " And mom will deny, deny, deny with a trapped and outraged, how-dare-you look on her face-- until you wear her down or bring up something she can't logically deny because other people saw it and said something, and then fine, you've got her and she'll admit what she, or dad, did. You literally have to back her into a corner, and force her.