This is a reckoning.
This is about the long-term consequence of carelessness.
In a split second, it all crashes down. And I don’t just feel hurt—I regress. I become that helpless child again.
I’m flooded with memories. The kind you don’t recall so much as relive.
I feel the ache of my inner child clawing to the surface. My reasoning collapses.
My thoughts fragment. I shrink, swallowed by despair. All I see is darkness. I return to the very moments that killed my ability to believe in the future.
The spark that once fueled my imagination and hope—it’s snuffed out without warning.
Yes, I understand myself more now. I know why I am the way I am. That’s a gift. But it’s a brutal one.
The Power of Adults— that terrorizes children
The profound impact that adults can have on a child's emotional well-being is often underestimated, particularly when it comes to seemingly trivial remarks made in passing.
A careless comment, dismissed as a mere annoyance, can resonate deeply within a child, potentially altering the trajectory of their development.
These offhanded words, delivered without thought or emotion, may fade from the adult's memory almost immediately, yet they can become pivotal moments in a child's life.
Such interactions can shape a child's self-perception, influence their relationships, and even affect their mental health in the long run.
Research has shown that verbal abuse can have effects comparable to those of more overt forms of abuse, such as sexual abuse, particularly when it comes to the development of self-esteem and interpersonal relationships.
Sometimes well-meaning parents say or do things that have lasting negative consequences.
nominal words carry nsignificant weight in a developing mind.
We don’t realize that one casual dismissal can be the deathblow to a child’s last sliver of hope.
MOST DISMISS THIS IDEAS AS ‘EXTREME’
YES… & children are extreme—in their sensitivity, their absorption of everything, their constant effort to piece together to discover who they are.
And we, as parents, often ignore this.
Many parents fail to hold that perspective when it matters most—right when we’re on the verge of breaking their trust… and usually it's not during a calm moment in life...
And when trust breaks?
It sets a child on a long, winding road of unconscious fragmentation.
They'll spend years cleaning up our mess, picking up the broken pieces — in which we were too cowardly or unconscious to fix.
Instead of growing into themselves, they grow up compensating for what they never received in order to become who they were meant to be.
They’re forced to become their own caregiver, therapist, mentor. Learning how to parent the inner child we abandoned for their approval that never came.
Children carry that weight while forced to grow, positioned to take risks.
But forgetfully blind adults have unconsciously rigged life against them. We shatter them and then pretend it wasn’t that bad expecting them to be at least as competent as we.
“At least you didn’t have it as bad as others,” some adults say when their child communicates their feelings.
TRAUMA—not a badge of ‘honor’
As if trauma needs a leaderboard to be legitimate.
Why do parents say this?
Sometimes it’s ignorance.
But more often? It’s willful blindness.
THIS IS AVOIDED BECAUSE —the most agonizing realization in life is this:
You failed tor children
There is no pain more suffocating than seeing the damage and knowing that you were the cause.
The child you once held with wonder in your eyes—the one you dreamed with—becomes a mirror. And what you see in them isn’t always joy, it’s sometimes the reflection of your scarcity, your deficiencies, your oversight.
That pain? It’s so unbearable we bury it. We bury it so deep, we silence the child who tries to bring it back up.
Facing it means accepting a truth no mother wants to admit:
You were the beginning of their undoing.
The Results of Receiving Unkind Love From Mother + It's Consequences
I’d rather never have a good day ever again than taste love so sweet it feels divine, only to have it turn sour—so fast it makes me question everything.
That kind of love, the kind where you feel seen, safe, cherished… and then suddenly discarded, devalued, abandoned on the whim of a mood swing?
That’s a spell, a curse.
& I fall into it every time—obsessing, analyzing, wondering:
What happened? What did I do?
Why can’t love remain when things go dark? Why is love conditional?
So yes—give me emptiness over illusion.
I’d rather live without gold than feel the weight of it crushed in my hands.
If love can be revoked so easily, it was never real. And what is real cannot die.