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@staysofte
Abusive people are not abusive 100% of the time. There may be quiet stretches, even moments of kindness or affection. Survivors often cling to those moments as proof of love. And maybe the person did love you, in their own way.
But here’s the truth. Love doesn’t erase abuse.
Love without safety and respect isn’t the kind of love you deserve.
Real love is more than the moments you aren’t being hurt. It’s more than occasional comfort between storms. Love is steady care, consistent kindness, and respect that doesn’t disappear when things get difficult.
Whether they loved you or not doesn’t change the harm you experienced. Both can be true. They may have loved you, and they also hurt you. The presence of love doesn’t make the abuse less real.
Disclaimer: I know that some people firmly believe that someone who abuses you can’t love you. You are valid to hold that view, and I respect it.
For this post, though, I’m framing it differently. Sometimes that narrative can make it harder for survivors to recognize abuse because if they’re convinced the person did love them, they might dismiss the harm as “not really abuse.” I want to be clear that even if someone loves you, that doesn’t erase the abuse, and love without safety or respect isn’t the kind of love you deserve.
Brené Brown, Daring Greatly
friendly reminder that you do not have to celebrate your dad or family if they are shitty to you. you don't owe them that.
kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.
i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."
goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'
"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.
behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."
"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."
"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."
later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."
she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.
the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?
i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.
but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.
each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".
but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.
Jasmin Lee Cori, The Emotionally Absent Mother: How to Recognize and Heal the Invisible Effects of Childhood Emotional Neglect
sleep it off. try again tomorrow. ♥
BPD positives that don't suck
I have BPD but I never feel recognized in those posts since they focus on empathy and well, I barely experience empathy! Here's one without empathy being the main positive.
We can be...
extremely passionate when we love something or someone.
extremely loyal too!
creative with art, writing, daydreaming, thinking, etc.
very curious and want to learn more about ourselves.
bold, spontaneous, or willing to try new things.
able to feel music with our whole body and soul.
be really resilient and determined.
“Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.”
— Max Ehrmann
Baby Bunnies
some of us have trouble being okay with wanting things so: having desires does not make you a selfish or a bad person. you have as much right as anyone else to want things, to better yourself, to desire things that you don't have right now. being grateful for what you have right now and still having the hunger for more does not make one greedy, selfish, or entitled. they can co-exist. it's okay to want; permit yourself to have desires.
Because we were trying to see the good in our awful parents, we never learned how to healthily identify and distinguish between people it's safe and unsafe (mentally/physically) to associate with. We had to learn this the hard way, over decades, on our own, in a non-linear fashion, exposing ourselves to potentially dangerous situations along the way, hoping to avoid permanent damages from the knocks we took as we learned our lessons. Meanwhile, those who came from better homes weren't held back by all this shit and had such an advantage right out of the gate and were able to get so much farther while we were struggling to breathe. And this is how generational inequality propagates down the halls of time. If you interact with any kids in your daily lives, and you have even the slightest inkling that they might be struggling, just be there for them as a calm encouraging presence. Let them know you see and value them. It's people like that who helped me get through, get out, get the courage to gain skills and grow and move beyond. This is how generational inequality is shattered.
You are not overreacting.
Just because things could be worse doesn't mean they don't suck.
Just because you're focusing a lot on your own struggles doesn't mean that you don't care about other people. Your struggles are valid and important and deserving of your attention.
It's okay to cry. It's okay to be sad, to be angry, to be tired. Let yourself feel things without guilt. And take your time sorting things out.
I'm sorry you're struggling.
We're gonna get through this.
To the people starting a new semester, and to the people starting somewhere new: I hope you get a good and gentle start. It can be confusing and overwhelming and that’s normal. You already know that if it isn’t new to you, but you may not know it if you are new. It will be allright. Please do remember to take care of yourself and encourage others to do the same, and talk with someone about the change and what you are thinking and feeling, cause others have been there too, and others are right there with you. I hope you make good friends and I hope you quickly ease into a good rhythm that works for you. The rhytmen may change at some point, and that’s okay too. I hope you enjoy the semester, I hope you learn something interesting and I hope you make many good memories. 🌸