Me, talking to my therapist: …there were a lot of children, and I was the oldest, so I wasn’t really a child, I was just a third parent. And I get it, I do, but I still can’t shake off this compulsion to watch and take care of everyone all the time. And I’m not unhappy doing it, but it does make me tired. And I wonder what kind of person I’d be if I wasn't still like this
Me: And I mean, I don’t know. I like ensuring everyone is safe and cared for, and I’m really good at it, but sometimes I just feel like my parents raised a sheepdog instead of a kid
[sudden flashback to when I was 12 and an entire herd of sheep got loose into the front yard and dad sent me out alone to corral them back into their field by myself cause he didn’t want to deal with it]
Me: ………wait a minute
















