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Meinhard Zell

@tinysnake864956 · Jan 12, 2026 9:02 am

I think my brother and I experienced abuse.

When I was a little girl, I thought I had the best dad in the whole world. He was gentle, kind, he took me to the park on his free time and would push me on the swings, he used to sing songs to me and let me play games with him.
I feel horrible writing this because my dad is praised for being a good man who raised a “well rounded family”. My brother and I are considered “good kids” and my mom is a “good wife” and my dad is an “honest, good man”.
In public, I really liked my dad’s personality. He is charismatic, goofy, and has an infectious smile.
Even in private, I liked him on his good days.
He was really good. Until he was stressed or upset. Then suddenly… he was a little scary.
I first noticed this pattern when I was 5 years old. My brother, a smart mouthed 15 year old was failing multiple classes. I watched as my parents lectured him, standing next to his bed, my brother (I’ll call him Oliver for privacy reasons) talked back… and suddenly the screaming escalated and I watched as my dad raised his hand and smack him. My brother fell onto his bed. Dad almost hit him again… and my mom stopped everybody and calmed the situation down.
The hitting occurred occasionally after that. My