ONE MORE DAY BEFORE IM OUT OF HERE FOR THE LAST TIME MF YOU CANT TOUCH ME

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ONE MORE DAY BEFORE IM OUT OF HERE FOR THE LAST TIME MF YOU CANT TOUCH ME
Becoming boring to my parents was the best strategy I ever chose
What the fuck is miraculous ladybug all I can tell is that itâs a kidsâ show where people ship the characters?? And thatâs all they do???? Like how is it so prevalent you people are just bronies for cartoon furries
Ranting about my narcissistic mother
Iâm in a healthy relationship, go to therapy every week. I have an extremely diverse group of close friends that disagree with each other, and discuss it until weâre satisfied and understand each other, all the time. Iâve explained institutionalized racism to more white people than I can count. Iâve effectively broken down capitalism right before finance brosâ eyes. Iâm in school to be a therapist. I can do a hard conversation. YET my mother still thinks I need lectures about âhow to have hard conversationsâ because I moved out and no longer take being steamrolled in conversation.
Context: I asked her for her opinion on moving my bedroom desk (5.5x2.5ft) to my house (into a space the size of a twin bed). I was simultaneously discussing how I would to turn my space into an ADHD-friendly one, with storage open and visible and bringing the desk from home. She shot down both ideas. One because she wouldnât look cluttered, which I explained was the opposite effect (Itâs also MY bedroom. In a city two hours away from you.) and the other because I would âjust destroy the furnitureâ like I havenât been successfully dismantling and upcycling everything I can get my hands on since I was 11.
She accused me of not liking what she was saying âbecause it was her saying it.â No, I DISAGREED OUT LOUD with what you were saying because it was inconsistent with my research and lived reality. I was called condescending, superior, and patronizing after disagreeing as politely as possible.
I told her politely that I didnât come to her for permission, I came for a casual discussion to get her input. I emphasized that it was my personal space we were talking about, and that I was under the impression the desk belonged to me. She then reminded me that everything in the house belongs to her and she decides what happens to it, which is one of her classic power-trip moves that contributed heavily to my inability to feel safe and at home anywhere to this day.
Like no Shelly youâre not a victim because I offered a solution to the counterpoint you brought up. I was replying to what you said with valid answers because thatâs what you do when sharing ideas. The flat look on my face you call âcondescendingâ is a skill I developed because your household is a nightmare and anybody that shows emotion âloses.â If you canât handle your opinion being rejected, then donât give it.
Weâve done the family therapy, successfully. Weâve done the improvement from the dysfunction of the past. You know better, and know exactly what you needs to do to get better. Weâve done it all. Youâve taken workshops at every psych hospital your kids have ever been in, and been offered options beyond what should ever be necessary. You have every opportunity, including time and money, to recover and grow. You have no excuses for not seeking out ways to be a better parent and move forward with us.
When you get angry at me because Iâm no longer a defenseless child, youâre admitting you didnât raise me to be the adult that I am. At least give me credit for doing it myself. I am not your emotional punching bag anymore.
Long story short, fuck you, mom.
Listening to her talk about how easy house-training our dog was once she understood the importance of safety and security in her own space :| like cmon man
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Elaborating on this, âHitchcockâ kiki and âScullyâ bouba but dirk blocker bouba and Joel McKinnon Miller Kiki. Switch them
I totally understand if you donât want to answer this, but are you by chance an Alpha pogchamp chad-pilled cumlord? Or are you a pissbaby normie simp? Not that thereâs anything wrong with that, but I just think itâs a little cringecore. I totally understand if you donât want to answer, and I apologize on behalf of all sigma twitch thot gamers. F in the chat. But if it makes you feel better, youâll always be an epic mommy dom gamer girl MILF milkwagon to me :)
Everyone is a part of some collective group, no one is a sigma pogchamp on their own, and in a way, depending on selective categorization, we are all normies. If the sample size of people gets big enough, there will almost always be a connecting thread between all of them. F in chat to your concept of sigma, we're a prosocial species.
Ranting about my narcissistic mother
Iâm in a healthy relationship, go to therapy every week. I have an extremely diverse group of close friends that disagree with each other, and discuss it until weâre satisfied and understand each other, all the time. Iâve explained institutionalized racism to more white people than I can count. Iâve effectively broken down capitalism right before finance brosâ eyes. Iâm in school to be a therapist. I can do a hard conversation. YET my mother still thinks I need lectures about âhow to have hard conversationsâ because I moved out and no longer take being steamrolled in conversation.
Context: I asked her for her opinion on moving my bedroom desk (5.5x2.5ft) to my house (into a space the size of a twin bed). I was simultaneously discussing how I would to turn my space into an ADHD-friendly one, with storage open and visible and bringing the desk from home. She shot down both ideas. One because she wouldnât look cluttered, which I explained was the opposite effect (Itâs also MY bedroom. In a city two hours away from you.) and the other because I would âjust destroy the furnitureâ like I havenât been successfully dismantling and upcycling everything I can get my hands on since I was 11.
She accused me of not liking what she was saying âbecause it was her saying it.â No, I DISAGREED OUT LOUD with what you were saying because it was inconsistent with my research and lived reality. I was called condescending, superior, and patronizing after disagreeing as politely as possible.
I told her politely that I didnât come to her for permission, I came for a casual discussion to get her input. I emphasized that it was my personal space we were talking about, and that I was under the impression the desk belonged to me. She then reminded me that everything in the house belongs to her and she decides what happens to it, which is one of her classic power-trip moves that contributed heavily to my inability to feel safe and at home anywhere to this day.
Like no Shelly youâre not a victim because I offered a solution to the counterpoint you brought up. I was replying to what you said with valid answers because thatâs what you do when sharing ideas. The flat look on my face you call âcondescendingâ is a skill I developed because your household is a nightmare and anybody that shows emotion âloses.â If you canât handle your opinion being rejected, then donât give it.
Weâve done the family therapy, successfully. Weâve done the improvement from the dysfunction of the past. You know better, and know exactly what you needs to do to get better. Weâve done it all. Youâve taken workshops at every psych hospital your kids have ever been in, and been offered options beyond what should ever be necessary. You have every opportunity, including time and money, to recover and grow. You have no excuses for not seeking out ways to be a better parent and move forward with us.
When you get angry at me because Iâm no longer a defenseless child, youâre admitting you didnât raise me to be the adult that I am. At least give me credit for doing it myself. I am not your emotional punching bag anymore.
Long story short, fuck you, mom.
If you:
Feel like you need to be always attentive, responsive, nurturing, supportive and comforting to other people, otherwise your existence has no point and youâre worthless
Donât feel important enough for other people to care about, feel guilty and ashamed for having problems and struggling
Feel empty inside and lowkey donât want to live but it makes you feel ungrateful and selfish to ever mention it
Try to make people as good as possible about themselves, always find good things to say about them, regardless of how theyâre acting
Feel terror at the thought of saying no, ignoring someone when youâre busy, or acting unenthusiastic about giving someone attention
Canât feel like youâre a person, feel like everyone around you is people but you are only pretending, and youâre scared of being caught
Donât rely on anyone and feel like you have to sort out all of your problems on your own
Feel like you owe people to be honest and vulnerable and to give them every possible way to criticize you and judge you, or else youâre hiding something and being a hypocrite
Or alternatively, terrified of telling anyone anything and feeling as if anyone knew the real you, they would despise you
Have to act tough but you often feel broken and overwhelmed inside, and youâre ashamed of secretly being weak and breakable
Feel like you have to constantly please, entertain, be helpful, useful, convenient, in a positive mood and ready to admire others, or itâs reasonable for people to hate you
Feel like if you accidentally displease or offend somebody, itâs reasonable for them to retaliate 100 times worse and hurt you, and itâs your fault and theyâre right to punish you
Donât feel like youâre worth anything more than to be used by others
Then itâs possible youâve been raised as a food for narcissists. These are the signs of severe childhood neglect, abuse, and trauma conditioning to force you to act as a source of endless attention, support, comfort and admiration, while receiving zero nurturing, attention or caretaking yourself. Itâs likely youâve been severely and unfairly overpunished for showing any human needs, signs of pain or struggle, or for wanting any attention, until it was very deeply established in your mind that itâs shameful and wrong for you to have human needs. It was wrong and despicable to do this to you. Narcissistic parents do this to children because they view them merely as a resource of narcissistic supply and not people whose feelings exist, or lives are as important as theirs. You did not deserve to grow up this way. Nobody should ever have punished you for being a normal child. You are human, too.
Wondering how you should interact with that toxic person in your life?
Hey, itâs Hershey. We already got our first exciting fan letter! Letâs see what it says
Itâs from Forrest. Hi, Forrest! You suggested that we should delete our account on July 17th, 2021.Â
Well Forrest, I have a suggestion for you. On July 17th, 2021, I suggest you start running.Â
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when you need a schedule, lists and reminders to do things bc of your executive dysfunction but then you don't follow the schedule and you ignore your lists and reminders bc of your executive dysfunction
âJust get a planner!!â *sits and looks at pretty empty book* *pretty empty book sits on desk for one(1) calendar year* *repeat*
non binary culture is being elected the mayor of a small Welsh town.
( https://graupig.tumblr.com/post/651273689778864129/grimsauce-americanbeautiies-theheroheart-just for context)
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nonbinary culture is staying up until 3 am looking up microlabels to figure out what to call your sad excuse for a gender
Starting a new blog no connections no friends no food no shelter as god intended
Yâall ever make a blog after years of avoiding it and start posting into the void with harmful intent
Starting a new blog no connections no friends no food no shelter as god intended