My Family's Priorities: Protecting Abusers Over Children

TW: Child a**se expresso espresso I am depresso So my mom just told me that while she and the rest of my extended family were at my grandparents house for the weekend, my favorite uncle was playing with his son (my little cousin) and accidentally broke his elbow. Obviously, a parent’s first reaction would be to immediately take him to the ER, but my grandparents told him not to because then the doctors would think it was child abuse and take their kids away. I guess everyone else agreed so they kept my TWO YEAR OLD COUSIN SCREAMING HIS HEAD OFF FROM A FRACTURED BONE AT HOME UNTIL THEY WENT HOME THE NEXT DAY when they could take him to their family pediatrician. And apparently they told my younger brother and rest of my cousins that their son just got hurt playing with his brother and that going to the ER just couldn’t work out. I was obviously appalled at the fact that they didn’t get him help immediately, and to that my mom said, “Well, you can’t blame them considering what happened with us.” …You know “what happened with us”? And by “us” she should mean “me”? My dad fucking physically, verbally, and sexually abused me every day as pre-teen, and when I finally reported him, CPS RIGHTFULLY removed him from our house, placed a no-contact order between me and him, and he got sent prison. So by comparing my uncle’s situation with accidentally hurting my cousin and my dad abusing me, my mom is pretty much saying saying that what my dad did was just “an accident” and that he was wrongly accused by CPS for child abuse, and how it’s essentially my fault for them not being able to take my cousin to the ER because they’re afraid of the same thing happening to them. Of course, I’m not surprised. My mom gaslit me into believing for years that my dad didn’t actually abuse me, he didn’t deserve to go to prison, and that he was the real victim of the corrupt CPS and justice system. My family pretty much agreed with my mom, going so far as to leave me home alone celebrate with my dad once he got out of jail “surviving” HIS ordeal, coincidently the exact same day as my trauma anniversary of the day he abused me the worst. B u t l i k e , , , I’m just so… I don’t even know. My family just has a thing of making kids suffer to protect their guardians from the consequences, real or not.