i guess it never gets better
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Love Begins
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Not today Justin
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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@tcopee
i guess it never gets better
eye contact, then that little smile
“you’re so sweet!” thank you i have abandonment issues
i painted you on a canvas in colors that don’t even exist
one of the more valuable things I’ve 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.
no, your friend probably has not noticed they cut you off four times in this conversation.
no, your brother didn’t realize his music was that loud while you were studying.
no, your bff or S.O. doesn’t remember that you’re 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.
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 weight….it’s all a natural outgrowth of trying to manage unstable parents from a young age.
Here’s the thing: most people don’t do that. I’m not saying everyone else is oblivious, I’m saying the over analysis of minor nuances is a habit of abuse.
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 it’s really there or just me over-reading things that actually don’t mean anything, the habit of lending credence to the part of me that sees danger in the wrong shift of body weight…that’s toxic for me. And dangerous to my relationships.
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.
For me, I’ve noticed it as my attention to detail and my memory in regards to those details. My memory takes in everything from the place and positioning of someone’s body, to minuscule details someone says, to a natural wariness that exists initially in every relationship (friend, romantic, professional), all in efforts to make sense of the environment and survive. Even though now it’s not necessary. But ask me if I’ve remembered to feed myself or what’s on my grocery list and I’m at a loss.
please find me again when you’re better
Lisel Mueller, “Necessities”
“fuck i’m so in love with you you can’t even imagine”
— (hatin)