And all I could think of, as she stabbed me, was how beautiful her eyes looked.
~M.A
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And all I could think of, as she stabbed me, was how beautiful her eyes looked.
~M.A
âIt is sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.â
â Henry Rollins
Peace be upon the daughter who helped her parents grow up. Accepted their cold shoulder, excused their anger, pardoned their mistakes, taught them how to be human. Peace be upon the sister who paid the price of rebellion. Screaming to her fullest, shaking like a leaf but standing tall, never letting the dictatorship go without a fight, paving the path for her siblings to breathe easier. Peace be upon the first child of an immigrant father. Aching to find their own purpose in life, firm in their own beliefs, contradicting generations and generations of cultural values. Peace be upon the girl who shouldered her mother's trauma. Swindled it into her own, morphed herself into an image of the womb she once resided in, immersed herself into troubles that weren't even hers, covered up scars that she couldn't even recognize. Peace be upon the woman who forgot who she was. So determined to be the savior of everyone, to fix her family, to nurture and love everyone around her. So deeply lost that she forgot she's just as worthy of love. Peace be upon you.
one of the more valuable things Iâve learned in life as a survivor of a mentally unstable parent is that it is likely that no one has thought through it as much as you have.Â
no, your friend probably has not noticed they cut you off four times in this conversation.Â
no, your brother didnât realize his music was that loud while you were studying.Â
no, your bff or S.O. doesnât remember that youâre on a tight deadline right now.
no, no one else is paying attention to the four power dynamics at play in your friend group right now. Â
a habit of abused kids, especially kids with unstable parents, is the tendency to notice every little detail. We magnify small nuances into major things, largely because small nuances quickly became breaking points for parents. Managing moods, reading the room, perceiving danger in the order of words, the shift of body weightâŚ.itâs all a natural outgrowth of trying to manage unstable parents from a young age.Â
Hereâs the thing: most people donât do that. Iâm not saying everyone else is oblivious, Iâm saying the over analysis of minor nuances is a habit of abuse.Â
I have a rule: I do not respond to subtext. This includes guilt tripping, silent treatments, passive aggressive behavior, etc. I see it. I notice it. I even sometimes have to analyze it and take a deep breath and CHOOSE not to respond. Because whether itâs really there or just me over-reading things that actually donât mean anything, the habit of lending credence to the part of me that sees danger in the wrong shift of body weightâŚthatâs toxic for me. And dangerous to my relationships.Â
The best thing I ever did for myself and my relationships was insist upon frank communication and a categorical denial of subtext. For some people this is a moral stance. For survivors of mentally unstable parents this is a requirement of recovery.Â
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âEmotional abuse works like this: You are screamed at, and then, not knowing any better, you stand up for yourself. You think this is a way of being strong. You think this is a defense tactic.But this only provokes more screaming. Going silent provokes more screaming too, but usually it keeps the threats to the minimum. It keeps it just at screaming and not: a shove down the stairs, or order to pack your stuff and get out. So you learn how to go silent. How to play dead. How to cry without making a noise. How to swallow noise. How to wipe your cheeks, get out of the car, and go about your day. You learn. And when the screaming has stopped, when the two of you are in the car or out to dinner and theyâre all smiles, all asking for favors, all questions, you are still hurt and annoyed and want to ask them, how? How can you speak to me like that? How can you pretend you did not say those things? How can you have forgotten? But youâve learned. So you listen to, âCan I borrow your keyâs and âhow was your dayâs and you play dead. You swallow the noise. And sometimes it doesnât matter who is speaking to you, it doesnât matter if theyâre a friend, it doesnât matter if their criticism is constructive, it doesnât matter. Youâve learned. Any sort of speaking, any raising of the voice, any insult and you play dead.â
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âI probably still havenât completely adapted to the world. I donât know, I feel like this isnât the real world. The people, the scene: they just donât seem real to me.â
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âShe says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.â
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