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thatsmybook · 15 days
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Though Young Royals is primarily about imperfect teenagers, it is also about imperfect parents. It's about generational trauma and the breaking of those cycles to choose the life they want to lead. "We can't choose what lives we are born into," says Boris "but we can choose how to live our lives".
All five of the lead characters' parents have impactful stories. Micke is my favourite for how he tells Sara, (paraphrasing) "You may have inherited my diagnosis, but you are not me (so you won't end up making my mistakes)."
Whereas the Queen, Poppe, and Smysan want Wille and Felice to be just like them. Felice breaks from being who her mum wants her to be in season one. She then breaks from what her dad expects her to do (conform to the white environment and work ten times as hard to be as good) by being honest about the school he loves and stopping the conforming cycle.
August's dad was a drug addict and took his own life. There's a hope in season 3 that August has become aware of his own mental health struggles and has started to open up to a therapist. We don't see him take any drugs as coping mechanisms is season 3. Maybe he will break the cycle and overcome the trauma of his dad's death.
Simon accepts his imperfect parents. He gives his mum grace for putting up with their troubles with their dad. He wants to have a relationship with his dad and goes to him for help even though he is wary of him. But, he doesn't drink or take drugs at all, probably because his dad did. He 'deals with' and protects his sister in areas where his mum is not able to. He gives them all second chances. He accepts their failings but doesn't duplicate them in his own life. He chooses differently in his own life.
Wille's struggle is probably the hardest of them all because, as Sara says in Season 1, "Isn't that the point of the Royal Family? That they do not change." The RF's cycle of generational trauma is so rigid and long standing. There is no blueprint for what Wille is trying to do to break the cycle. Choosing not to be like his mum and his brother is monumental and unprecedented. As Simon said in season 1, "You are brave".
Some of the time in YR, we as an audience defend the teenagers for their mistakes because of their age. But the reality is, that even the adults make mistakes. Because they're human.
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mizusjawline · 3 days
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When children complain about their parents, why do adults always respond with "Just wait until you have kids of your own."
Like???????? No???????? When I have kids I plan to treat them with respect and compassion????????
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laikacore · 11 months
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are you a prophet? 
were you taken from the cradle? 
whose hands did you bite to get these powers? 
who let you see what you see?
steady and rocking
bottomless pit of wariness and ice
you took a bit too much water from the well which you crawled out of
you stayed a bit too long on the other side
there is a cycle which we cannot see but you can somehow
there is a circle in the sky and only you know
all of these things that we must be grateful for
you repeat the same words until it all blurs together
you hold the world of suffering in your hands
so hot it consumes you
but isn’t that what you’re built for?
say yes, say yes and i’ll have a way out
tell me now
who did this to you?
me interrogating myself at knifepoint by laika wallace
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howifeltabouthim · 10 months
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. . . my mother has personally ensured that my life will be defined by death . . .
Catherine Lacey, from Biography of X
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I see so Hody was the child that got poisoned by the hatred of the adults around him. He was the one indoctrinated into this hate of humans without ever experiencing humans himself and making up his own mind. And ofc as the leader of his group, he influenced his friends to think and feel the same. To the point he didn’t even want to hear about any positive stories about Fishmen meeting humans.
The thing that both Fisher Tiger and Otohime were both trying to prevent.
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ancient-healer · 11 months
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claudiasgraces · 1 year
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I wrote this song in 2019 + it’s coming out on streaming tomorrow. The context is really important to me and I wanna share it with you. <3
lyrics:
𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬
𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬
𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 
𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐬
𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬
𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 
𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭?
𝐔𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 
𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫
𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫
𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫
𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟔 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐬
𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬
𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 
𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫
𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 
𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞
𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞����
𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫
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This song is about inherited trauma, how lineages of women hold onto shame.
My body knows horrors I haven’t seen, is so intimately familiar with pain I haven’t touched but is mirrored back to me
This is what I know: I come from a long long line of Catholics. The catholic church prohibits pregnancy outside of marriage.
So when my biological great grandmother became pregnant with my grandmother, she conveniently went missing.
When her child (my grandmother) was born after 9 months, she was given up for adoption immediately.
Her mother and her husband left town and her other children and family members had no knowledge of my grandmother
A few years ago my mom and aunt did a lot of digging on ancestry.com and found my grandmother‘s entire family despite very little information on her birth certificate and other documents (which was absolutely insane btw)
At 80 years old, she now has several new family members including half siblings (who are all the sweetest people who have been so welcoming)
I wonder how many women went missing, who are still missing
How many families slip through time?
so fucking many I bet
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imaginemirage · 2 years
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"How many centuries deep is your wound?"
Adonis
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disabledopossum · 5 months
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You're there in my memories, haunting the corridors.
Every now and then I think of you. Nostalgic for a time when we existed in the same universe.
Afternoons spent laying on the floor in your workshop, the heavy scent of leather in the air. I could watch you for hours as you crafted.
Nights spent on your motorcycle as we road around town.
I forgive you for leaving. I forgive you for the lies that fell from your lips.
Trying to exist when all you knew was war. Perhaps it was inherited.
You tried so hard to shield me from the truth, and protect my heart. But it was inevitable.
I would follow in your footsteps, and yet stumble.
Who am I without you?
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dukesoakedoats · 9 months
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I would like to thank my home life for my depression and also my inherited trauma
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therhetoricofmagic · 1 year
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Book Review | It Didn't Start With You by Mark Wolynn
“It Didn’t Start With You: How Inherited Family Trauma Shapes Who We Are and How to End the Cycle” by Mark Wolynn is a powerful and insightful exploration of the impact of intergenerational trauma on individuals and families. The book offers a fresh perspective on how our ancestors’ experiences and traumas can shape our lives today, and provides practical tools for healing and breaking the cycle…
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ministarfruit · 2 months
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day 12: karma ♡
(femslashfeb prompt list)
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mizusjawline · 2 months
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I wonder if families on the autistic spectrum are more prone to inherited trauma. Cos growing up with undiagnosed autism sucks ass and I could totally imagine the trauma accumulating across the generations like a snowball.
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laikacore · 2 years
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when i think of the daughter i won’t ever have (never oh gd never i dont know)
i think i’m looking at myself
the girl under the kitchen chair in a ponytail
when i think of my daughter who won’t ever exist (oh gd i dont know if i can)
i think i’m looking at myself looking at my mum
the girl under the kitchen chair in a ponytail
as the world spins out of control around her
when i think of a daughter who won’t be born (oh please i dont think i can)
i think i’m looking at myself looking at my mum looking at myself
the girl under the kitchen chair in a ponytail
as the world spins out of control around her
in a dream that predicted the rest of our lives at only seven years old
(oh gd please i dont think i can survive this)
no matter how it plays out by laika wallace
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dykealloy · 4 months
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ripple effect legacy // my tears are becoming a sea, M83
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needforfidelity · 2 months
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wanna bounce on a priests cock while he reads his favourite bible verses to me :(
galatians 5:19-21 - "the acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity, and debauchery; idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions, and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. i warn you, as i did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God."
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