从小我便是个冷暴力的受害者。我妈不高兴的时候,她不打我骂我,她惩罚我的手段是不理睬我,当我是空气,故意无视我的存在。我喊她,她装作没听见;我搂她,她掰开我的手。我故意让自己绊倒,她视若无睹。这让我很委屈很惶惑,我知道她在生气,但我根本不知道她因何生气。 Since childhood, I was a victim of cold violence. When my mom was not happy, she did not call me to scold me. She punished me by disregarding me. When I was in the air, I deliberately ignored my existence. I shout her, pretending she did not hear; I hug her, she broke my hand. I deliberately let myself trip, she turned a blind eye. It made me very grieved and apprehensive, I knew she was angry, but I did not know why she was angry.