#parental vent

[microraptorhours]

any moots wanna volunteer to smack my dad with a wet trout? he just saw me put on my headphones and immediately started arguing with me that i’m not allowed to wear them to school anymore because he saw a photo of me at an event wearing them around my neck and he thinks it’s sending the message that i dont care, told him people know i care and that it’s just for portability and he said he doesnt care, told him if people had a problem they would say smth and he said no they wouldnt so thank you dad for reinforcing the belief that i’m actually a piece of shit and nobody is telling me because they dont want to make me feel bad about myself love you too dad

[void-galaxy-shenanigans]

(at our parents & anyone else like them, who claims “but I still love you!!!” while trying to control someone’s gender, sexuality, neurodivergence, or any other aspect of their identity (which is not yours to control):)

If you say you love someone,

but want to change them or don’t “believe” they’re LGBT+

you don’t actually love them.

You love an image of them - the concept you have of who they are to you in your mind,

a persona of them, an actor/actress you believe //is// their true self,

But not the real person.

Because real love understands people are like trees or rivers -

Ever growing, ever changing, but still your people.

If you only love them when they’re masking, pretending to be cishet, etc.

you do not love them.

You love the act, your perception...a puppet you can control.

You leave them unseen, completely misunderstood, & yet you claim to love them.

People are not meant to be controlled. People’s identities are not meant to be controlled.

So no. You don’t love them. You only love the act.

~Wrath

(he/they)

[the-enby-rose]

"You have no reason to be crying!"

Actually, yes, yes I do.

Because you tell me I'm not good enough.

Because you tell me I'm stupid when I get an 89% and then tell me I'm smart when I get anything above 90%.

Because you tell me I have to wear makeup.

Because you tell me my face looks horrible because of my acne

Because you tell me I'm lazy but don't try to figure out why I'm actually not doing it.

Because you yell at me for needing help.

Because you yell at me for a simple mistake.

Because you degrade me for my interests.

Because you make fun of my art style.

Because you tell me "Nobody will like you because you like this."

Because you try and read my private vents and get mad at me for what I have written.

Because you blame things on me.

Because you don't like what I do with my own body when it isn't even hurting me.

Because you tell me I can tell you anything and then you get angry at me for saying how I feel.

Because you tell me you know I feel like this when I actually feel like that.

Because you degrade me for liking 'immature' things.

Because I'm scared to even breath around you.

Because I feel like even the simplest thing will make you seething with anger.

Because you judge me for my fashion sense.

Because you've made me self conscious.

Because you've made me hate myself.

Because you've made self love impossible.

Because you've made me scared to ask questions.

Because you've made me scared to tell you about my life.

Because you've made me scared that everyone will hate me.

Because you've made me think I'm horrible at everything.

Because you push me down instead of bring me up.

Because I feel safer with my friends than with you.

Because I can't wait to be 18 so I can leave your toxic house.

Because time just seems to go by slower and slower with every passing day.

Because you use your disabilities, illnesses, and childhood against me.

Because you shove words in my mouth like you're trying to keep me from starving.

Because you mentally abused me ever since I was young.

[microraptorhours]

loveeee how my parents only acknowledge the symptoms of my disability when it doesn’t affect them 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

[puppymicroraptor]

fuck me dude ive genuinely started getting so anxious at home that i cant eat without getting incredibly painful cramps and nausea 💔💔💔💔get me the fuck out of this house

[void-galaxy-shenanigans]

“No, it doesn’t even feel like ‘just a house’. Strangers’ homes feel like ‘just a house’ to me. It feels like a narrowing tunnel where the train headlight is also pitch black (not yellow or white like an actual light) so neither of us can see them barreling right at me at a hundred miles an hour....but I can definitely feel myself crunch onto the ground in a heap, broken bones and blood in my mind, as they collide into and run over my body. It wan’t even a house, not just a building, it was just....a doomed destruction from the start. I can feel it, now that I have the ability to stay elsewhere. Those places feel like buildings, houses, sometimes even like homes. But this place, these people...they feel like pain incarnate.”

~Lucca (of the Void Galaxy)

((AKA Lucca was talking about how we’re currently in a strangers’ home (pet sitting) & it feels....like a building, like a house. But from here, able to compare, our parents’ “home” just feels....not like a house, even. ~Ace))