Escaping Family Violence

Violence doesn’t only occur between married or relationship partners, be they heterosexual, gay or lesbian. It also happens between adult siblings, cousins and it occurs from parents to children, even as adults. Violence doesn’t only come in the form of physical violence either. It can also appear as psychological and emotional violence. Escaping Family Violence is just as tricky as escaping violence in a spousal relationship.

Like in the movie Harry Potter, many Indigo children are born into families that are essentially “Muggles”, who don’t understand the abilities of Indigo children or their advanced spirituality. They not only don’t understand, they simply can’t understand because they don’t have the capacity to understand the mind of an Indigo child or adult.  It is beyond them.

The following story is based on one told to me by one of our readers about his own experience of violence, suffered at the hands of his parents and his brother, causing problems in his life between him and those he loves, ending up with him into a mental institution. It’s a story that occurs often when someone is gifted. It’s a story not to ignore. All names and identifying features of the story have been changed.

Escaping Family Violence

I began a long journey through a difficult life when I was born into a family that lacked the ability to comprehend the way that I am. I’m an Indigo, and I have certain abilities that most people just cannot fathom. I’ve been put into mental institutions because of those abilities, because those who saw what I was able to do thought me mad. Then they punished me for what they couldn’t bring themselves to see. For what they are not capable of seeing or comprehending.

Respect

In our culture, the father and mother are to be respected. But what I find most difficult is to try to respect parents who show no respect for others. Their behaviour was far from easy to deal with and they had no ability at all to relate to me. I was always different. Everything that I did was different to the things that my other family members liked to do.

Progress

My father was violent until only just a few short years ago. However, once my abilities began to manifest, I began to research past lives and basic metaphysics. I then put in place certain spiritual disciplines. These disciplines allowed me to develop in ways that confused my family. I began to see auras and was able to read the past lives of those around me, as well as my own.

Lack of Acceptance

My parent’s religious beliefs prevented them from accepting the things that I told them were starting to happen in my life. Their fears about what I shared with them caused them to become frightened and attack me. I would also share these things with my brother. Together with my parents, he insisted that I cease to talk about the things that I was learning and becoming able to do. They said that my thinking was being harmed by the things that I was talking about. Thus they became more and more hostile towards me, to the point where they would scream and shout at me in front of my children.

Physical Violence

My father and brother became so enraged with me on one occasion that they began to physically attack me. Fortunately, I’ve been training in martial arts for many years, and so the two of them combined were no match for me. When they couldn’t harm me or influence me, they began to speak behind my back to my wife. They attempted to manipulate the way that she felt about me, so that she could try to influence me to stop thinking in the new ways that I do now. I was exhausted from having to fend off these attacks all the time. Many of the attacks were hidden as well as those that were openly said and done to me.

My Experiences Were Dismissed

Then the most shocking situation of all arrived – my family put me into a mental hospital using a fabricated story that I’d been violent towards my mother. The story was a lie. I struggled for the next five years to prove that I didn’t do what I had been accused of, as well as having to justify my beliefs in reincarnation.

Doctors wrote reports of me which included ‘reincarnation’ as a mental health problem. They prescribed drugs to get me to stop believing in the things that I know have happened to me. These same reports were duplicated each time that they would put me into hospital, without doing a fresh analysis each time I was admitted. They would simply prescribe pharmaceutical drugs to cure the ‘problem’. Doctors were just copying the original document and prescribing medicines as a means to ‘cure’ me of what they term ‘mental ill health.’

Stolen Freedoms

This period of my life has been very difficult to cope with. My freedoms were taken away from me, I was manipulated to do what my family wanted me to do, and I was blackmailed. My wife and I live in the family home with my parents, and my brother lives just next door. They put pressure on me to stop developing the website that I had set up for my new business venture. This venture would have provided a light at the end of the tunnel for me, since I was quitting my old company.

Constantly Silenced

Whenever I tried to speak about the things that were now very important to me, my family spoke over the top of me in an effort to silence me. They also used the threat of sending me back to the hospital as a way to get me to behave in the way that they wanted me to. THEN, they would purposely provoke a conversation where I felt the need to explain what I believed to them again, just so that they could call the ambulance to come and take me to the hospital. Initially, they only called the ambulance, but later, they also called the police.

Abused and Unsupported

When all of this began 5 years ago, I was in my early thirties. Now I am close to forty and I feel burnt out from it all. I have been abused emotionally and psychologically by people who are intolerant and aggressive, using methods that would have landed them in jail if the case had ever gone to court. Under normal circumstances this might be the case, but my family have connections in the police force, so perhaps for me it would prove almost impossible to have them convicted of any of the crimes that they committed against me.

Hearsay

My family had me put into hospital many, many times, and had the power to do so purely on hearsay from them. Such an unjust system we have in the world today. Not just unjust, but also ignorant – ignorant of the fact that we are also spiritual beings with souls that live on, and because there is no acknowledgement of that fact I have been labelled with having a mental problem which is now written on my medical papers.

Reincarnation

I’ve been forced to have mental treatment because of believing in reincarnation, and because of the relationships that have been formed in my life with people who are associated with those I knew in my past life. My associations with those in the music industry whom I was going to work together with in my new business venture were also questioned. My private life was interfered with terribly.

Stifled Creativity

Projects that I created six years ago were so different and unique that my family could not imagine that these things were possible. Most people who have open minds would normally look at such projects and ask many questions, and usually they would not be intolerant, but no, my family just couldn’t take it. They began and continued to be violent and aggressive towards me. I am just a small individual making my dreams come true. As we all know, when we dream we attract. All is possible in the universe if we believe and if we are patient enough.

Unlawful Actions

My family’s intolerance manifested with them having me put into hospital many, many times and doing things which are usually forbidden by law, including chasing me into the forest by car when I was on foot running from them. If not for the help and backup from my best friends, my meditations and my passions, I would probably have killed myself. I am very strong guy who survived being institutionalised, each time not seeing my kids for six weeks and instead being stuck with people who really do need help. I got used to the violence which is the worst thing I could do.

Nature Saves Me

Escaping domestic violence started by moving out from my parents house to our place surrounded by a beautiful forest, no neighbors, no people around. Great place to live, meditate and have a walk in the forest. Best environment for a Buddhist individual and nature lover.

In the new place I felt more comfortable for some time. After few weeks of living there with a light heart and sparkles in my eyes, something unexpected happens. My wife begins arguing, criticising my passion, then phones my father.  30 minutes later, an ambulance arrives and police are at my door. The new place was a solution for some time. I am sure it would have not ended, or maybe I would have killed myself. I was really exhausted, mentally and physically. My freedom was destroyed, my power and light heart was crushed.

Final Escape

I managed to escape the horror when I had an accident with police when driving in my car on road. It was night, two unmarked civil police cars were trying to stop me. I was sure that they were car thieves trying to take my car. They were hitting me and pushing me to the side of the road which is what thieves do. I managed to drive away. They were chasing me for 40 minutes and shooting at my car. According to police files, they have shot more than 30 bullets at me. I survived – none of the bullets hit me.

Intolerance

Later on I was stopped. Because of my road behaviour I spent two months in arrest. The case was closed without any penalty on me. I am sure that this accident happened because of the domestic violence that I have been facing from my family. It was the last word from the universe calling at me. My “family” was scared deeply because of the police accident. Everybody there was saying it was a miracle that I have not been shot to death. Today I am off the hospitals, my parents, wife and brother promised to never ever call for ambulance. They stopped me from speaking about my passions. For them few words is enough. I lost 5 years and my health, why ? Because someone is not tolerant.

Till end of the year I am resting at home with my kids and wife. At the beginning of next year I go to mental hospital last time. It is my request to verify false diagnosis and for new medical documents. It will be the last visit and I am sure even pleasant because it will take place in a professional military clinic.

The end of the story is that I have lost love for my family. I also need to work on my relationship with my wife. It was destroyed by my parents’ and my brother’s manipulations. Just for the end I would like to say Thank You to my best friend and my kids. Thank you for taking your precious time to read my short story 🙂

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