Throwaway for obvious reasons.

I grew up in Iran. My mother never associated with the SJW types so far as I can tell, but she was innovative definitely formed some of the bullshit femazi ideas by herself. She's a professor in a STEM field (don't want to say which because paranoid), but if she had not been, she might have devoted her time to such ideas, had she grown up in a western country.

Me and my sister have always been close. I'd even say she's my best friend. She's 8 years younger than me. When I was 11 and she was lying on my bed while chatting with me. I was sitting at the edge of my bed when my mother suddenly opened the door startling me. She instantly demanded that my sister leave the room and they both went upstairs. My father called me after 5 minutes and met me on the stairway. "Did you touch your sister's...thing." he said. I didn't understand and thought it was a bad joke, so I gave a fake laugh and said no. I didn't think much of it at the time but remmebered it later on and understood then. I also remember that on multiple occasions after that, she showed that she still thought of me in that light. For instance, she didn't let my sister come in my room. She would intervene when I hugged her. As with other things I did that she didn't agree with, eventually she became less restrictive seeing that I didn't listen to her.

A year ago she found my porn on two occasions and threatened to leave the house with my sister if I did not because they were both unsafe. My father was away for several months at that time. I stuck it out and she didn't do anything.

Now for when I was 15. I was to go to a friend's birthday party and to get there I took a private car. They functioned like taxis with the same fees except they were regular cars driven by independent drivers. The cops were trying to stop them from working like this because it wasn't as safe and it was unfair to taxi companies but I took one because no real taxis showed up. Skipping over him trying to touch me and threatening to cut me with a knife I figured out that he didn't have, I managed to muster up my courage and yell at him to stop the car. The door was unlocked and I would have jumped out if not for him sticking to the highway and going really fast. He had gone way off course. At some point he asked me to touch his balls, when I considered punching him there but was afraid of the car crashing.

After I parked the car, I went to a local fruit store and told them what happened. I called my father, asking him to pick me up. The men were nice and said that I should've somehow broght him down here so they coupd deal with him. They offered to go to court as witnesses. My mother stepped out and hugged me really hard, and I was the one who had to comfort her and my sister. I didn't let them see how upset I was. We went to the police station and I realized that I should have gotten the guy's plate. They couldn't do anything, but we found out that kidnappings had become common, especially among girls. Usually there would be a ransom and the child would not be returned. Something in my head told me that I could have stopped him, either by punching him or getting his plate and let one less piece of shit go free. Being Iran he probably would have been executed. I also found out that this could have still happened, even if I had taken a taxi. I took a shower even though I wasn't really dirty. I didn't sleep that night and cried in the bathrooms at school. I stayed there despite how my friend insisted that I go home. My mother did offer to take me to a therapist but I wanted to be alone. I didn't tell anyone how it bothered me. I had become paranoid of the car he drove, looking inside everytime one drove by. I had also become homophobic to the point where I wanted to kill every last homosexual with my bare hands. That was fixed though, after I befriended one who wasn't really gay, but thought he was just because he had a feminine attitude. Is still hated pedophiles and rapists long after that. Now imagine my mother subtly making such accusations after discovering my porn.

About a week or so after the incident she threatened to throw me on the street where I would have to whore myself. She probably called me "whore" on at least 3 occasions. I think they were over my studies. She also threatened that more men would rape my asshole (all her words, but not in English). She has always been incredibly foul mouthed but she rarely went this far. Usually she'd call me a retard which kind of scarred me as a kid since I was really gullible, but as a teen she made said some worse things, such as farting in mu mouth or shoving shit in it.

Obviously I hated her long before then and I eventually learned to ignore her. I know she does love me but with such attitude, she only sickens me. Now I'm in college and still living with her. I have alwayd been calm and collected but with her my temper is so short that I can find myself yelling at her for no reason. I'm also 6'1" which is taller than my dad, and since I spend so much time at school she rarely does anything like that anymore. She knows I won't listen. Sometimes I think she cries because deep down she knows she pushed me away to the point where I can go days without talking to her, despite living in the same house. The reason I actually still live with her is because my father goes back home for work and she and my sister are left alone, so I have to take care of them. I'm not as close as I was witb my sister but I'd still call her my best friend.

In case you were wondering, she is not religious. My father is.

Edit: guys, seriously, I'm fine. She's done a lot of other things too, cause like I said I hated her even before then for as long as I can remember. I have a pretty good memory, so that goes back to at least the age of 4. I only told of this specific moment because I felt it fell into the theme of this subreddit. And I didn't share it for therapeutic purposes either. Like I said I'm fine and I just eanted to share my experience because I thought you kind people might find it interesting.

Although, I'm not sure if this is still a problem, but I had trouble being sexual with girls. I think her ideas had gotten into my head and I felt that I would be hurting any girl I was attracted too, when they would be the ones making the move on me. I'd often treat sex as a joke but when they expressed interest I'd just freeze up. I have no trouble talking to women now, but I don't know if I am entirely rid of this problem since there are levels I have not been yet.