when I was younger I'd get upset and I would run to my room and cry, I was always hoping someone would come in to ask if I was okay, and I'm still desperately clinging to the idea that someday, somebody will come when I'm crying.
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when I was younger I'd get upset and I would run to my room and cry, I was always hoping someone would come in to ask if I was okay, and I'm still desperately clinging to the idea that someday, somebody will come when I'm crying.
I wish youād lied
When I was around seven my mom came to tuck me in. I told her that a made a list of who I loved the most. At the top of the list was my favorite stuffed animal, followed by mom and dad, grandparents, other family and friends. I asked what her list was: me at the top and after that her parents. I asked where in her list my dad was. She had no answer. No answer for her daughter about to go to sleep. No answer for het parter with who she shares a house and family.
#thats the show
no one says it better than Jax Tellerš
the introvert urge to say āno worries either wayā when youāre actually worrying both ways plus a secret third way
It's almost funny that the arms that used to hold me and wiped away my tears, are now the same arms that form the prison I can't escape from
It's almost funny in some twisted way that after all these years the sound of your footsteps still triggers me.
grandmothers should be forever
āOnly children are all so spoiled!ā Yeah Iām sure as hell spoiled with the task to regulate and control my parents emotional needs :)
"yOuR trAuMa mAde yOu sTroNger" no bitch it made me prone to disassociation and afraid of loud noises
"only child"?
im sorry, did you mean "third adult of this family"?
āfuck you my child is fineā maāam your child was a pleasure to have in class
To all the people who constantly zoned out and daydreamed as a kid and probably told off for it, who learnt how to cry silently before the age of ten and maybe stopped crying entirely, who used books as an escape method and would constantly daydream about running off to a fantasy world, who is most likely now a burnt-out neurodivergent who didn't get diagnosed early so they self-diagnosed instead, and who now wants to groan at the thought of having to wake up another day,
how's the childhood trauma, deep-rooted love hate relationship with your parents, lack of self-esteem and sense of self, and raging queerness doing? you good?
My parents: We didnāt took our fighting as a very serious thing!
Me, the familytherapist: Iāve got to object here...
After years of childhood trauma my parents really just said:Ā āThe fighting wasnāt that badāā
When your parents say "she gets that from meš" my brother in christ, get what from you, trauma?
My therapist told me that it might be good to distance myself from my parents for a bit.
BRO. Iām an only child, so who the actual fuck am I left with then???Ā
I AM the thirth parent