sometimes i complain about being a comic fan bc of like, dc being a garbage company, tumblrinas reinventing the same comic fan misogyny that gets prescribed to old men fans but when they do it its #woke bc they feel they have justifiable reasons and that is somehow something unique to them and not something shared by most misogynists, etc, etc
but the irl events and stores ive been to have been so great. it is still predominantly dudes but ive yet to have any of them show any difference in how they treat me despite me not fitting the typical demographic. it's just nerds happy to talk about nerd stuff with other nerds. i don't /talk/ to vendors selling me the thing i like in any other context, but with comics it becomes so easy that i hardly think about it. it's also lowkey helped with my fear of men, lol. also finding out that my comic preferences are actually agreed with by Real People who dedicate their time to comics is crazy. like u agree that the recent babs batgirl stuff is ableist?? and that shes been degraded to a shallow love interest?? oh wow, and other people think the n52 is bad too?? this is like cocaine to me.
and u guys are cool too i guess (joking)
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My parents are angry. They lose their temper quickly and get ahold of it just as fast. They’re not violent—not towards people, anyway.
Quick bouts of rage come and go so fast it gives me whiplash. My mom will grit her teeth in an angry burst and apologize in the same breath. My dad slams cabinets and swears like a sailor and then turns and says “sweetie?” like nothing is wrong within seconds.
But the apology is said like a chore, the endearment sounds like a threat. I know that they’re not, because I know my parents. I know their mannerisms, I’ve memorized their moods. I can read them as easily as myself.
Those kinds of things are characteristics displayed in abused characters, and I wonder what it says about me that I know my life is good but I still show them. I know they’re not perfect, because nobody is; sometimes I despair over what they could have done better and how much more I’d love myself if they had. But despite that, they don’t hurt me. There’s no malice, and they don’t even realize when I’m in pain.
And yet I fear them. Fear doesn’t come from violence. I know that. But they’re not manipulative, they’re not unloving, they’re not malicious. They love me, and they tell me. Not just when they want something, just when they see me. We’re very big on physical affection, and we talk freely. I roll my eyes and tell them to shut up and they laugh.
And yet I fear them.
My dad snaps and swears loudly about how my mother is a pain. He never threatens me. I don’t think he even processes that he’s saying this to his teenage daughter; he’s venting. And there’s nothing wrong with that that I can think of. Expressing your emotions freely is healthy. But I say thank you more than I would, I don’t talk as much, I don’t crack as many jokes. I stay quiet and talk when I need to. I do what I’m told. I’m scared. I don’t know if I’m scared of hurting him or of him hurting me.
My mom ignores me when she’s doing something, and when I repeat a clarifying question she tells me I need to leave her alone so she can do it. But other times she’s focusing and I leave her alone and she asks if I’m going to help her or not, or if I’m going to just stand there? Sure, the situations are different, but I don’t know what makes one something I should help with or ignore. And if I try to ask, like sometimes do, she says I’m being silly and I should know. I stay quiet and do nothing so I’m not just goofing off; I sit there and watch her in case she tries to ask me something, and I try not to tense. I’m scared.
I don’t know if this is normal or bad. I never had chores; is that neglect or lenience? I don’t know how to clean or do laundry or cook; is that a failure on their part or on mine? Sometimes I’m asked questions in school about where I live and I know my address but I know it like something I’ve memorized, not the actual meanings of the letters and numbers of the streets and where they are and what’s next to them. Is that because I was never taught or because I never paid attention?
Parents aren’t meant to just hold their child through every single life experience. I know that. Sometimes kids are just lazy and it’s their own fault for not trying. But I don’t know which it is. I don’t know if I’m in the wrong or they are. Am I just playing the victim or should they have done better? I know that in the past few years I’ve rejected all attempts by them to do anything, because of depression. Am I responsible for what I’ve missed out on because of it? Am I meant to fix it now? I’m better, but not healed. I still need help, but I’m at an age where I’m meant to be independent. But I can’t. I just can’t.
I love my parents, but I resent them. Am I wrong for resenting them? Do I have nothing to complain about? Am I just being dramatic? I haven’t spoken with them about any of this because I’m scared; is it my own fault I haven’t tried to confront them? When things don’t improve should I blame myself for not pursuing change?
It feels like my mother holds my hand through everything I do. Is that my fault for not being more independent? Is it hers for being too indulgent? Is it both of ours? How does it get fixed if neither of us are going to change? I’m too scared to take any independence because it feels like there’s too much and I feel like I’m constantly on the brink of collapsing, but she’s too complacent.
She’s always complacent. I ask her for things and she promises them so I stop asking and then it never happens and I complain and she says that I stopped asking but she promised but never does it. She doesn’t do anything. Nothing ever changes. My father barely knows what goes on in my personal life.
But they are good parents. They don’t do anything wrong. But I’ve just said things they do wrong. But they mean well, so how can I blame them? I say nothing, so aren’t I just complacent? But I’m scared. Am I allowed to be scared? To do nothing because of fear?
A lot of my friends have actual serious parental issues. Several of them have dead parents. How can I complain about my problems when they have so many actual, active problems? I have a hard enough time opening up about actual problems I deal with that are serious but this one is so mundane and might not even be a problem at all. I can ignore it if I don’t think about it but when I do think about it I want to cry because I hate it so so much.
I started this wanting to make a point about how anger doesn’t have to be violent to hurt someone, but now I’m just venting.
Whenever I take on a new responsibility or activity or anything, it takes over everything. I stress about it all the time, I double think how I do it and what I’m supposed to do and excuses I have for why I did it this specific way if someone asks and how I’m going to explain every single little action and it’s so exhausting. How can I expect myself to deal with the processes my mom does for me when I’m barely holding on with the things I do now? I double think everything. I think I’m doing better but I feel like I’m inching forward.
I don’t bring up suspicions about having autism with my psychiatrist because I’m scared of being wrong or being right or how my parents or cousins or aunts or anybody will react if it’s true or if it’s not true and they found out I thought it was and every single possible change is so exhausting to even think about.
I tell my mom I want to go home while we’re sitting on the couch in the apartment that they’ve lived in since before I was born. I am home, but I don’t feel like it. I never do. I want to be safe, I want to stop thinking, I want to not stress, but it’s so ingrained in how I live and act that I don’t even notice it until I hyper focus on my life and what happens so much it hurts.
She tells me she hates it when I say that. We are home. I can only tell her I want to go home when we aren’t there because that’s the only time she’ll comfort me. “I hate when you say that. We are home. What do you even mean? Stop saying that. It’s annoying. I hate it. I hate it.”
She knows I’m depressed and I have anxiety. I have meds now, and it helps. But sometimes I relapse and I fall into this pit of pain and depression and I can’t tell her, I can’t, because I know that she thinks that I’m better now, I’m good, I can deal with it, because the problem is the chemicals in my mind and the meds help with that. But it’s not just that. I hate my life, I hate everything, I hate myself, I hate her. But I love her. That would hurt her. She would cry. I hate it when my mother cries.
I’m sitting in a rental car crying because I’m depressed and my father is right in front of me. He hasn’t noticed and I doubt he will. When we pick up my mother she might notice my dried tears, and I’ll tell her it’s a sad fanfiction. She’ll believe me. They both will.
I want to go home.
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Hey fathör. Genuine question. How do you get like okay with the idea of like "it's better if I'm alone"? Cause I really resonated with some of the posts you've made talking about that but like the idea of being alone also kinda makes me scared. Like how do you get over that feeling?
uhmmmmmmm, im not the best person to ask cuz i have Problems and have had zero therapy in my life. im on no medications and have no diagnosis i am confident in saying i have, other than general depression but even then i dont know the extant that i have it, or the ways i feel it or deal with it.
generally the feeling doesnt go away. for me itts an unhealthy battle of "will my selfishness win or my will?" cuz its always conflicting feelings of "i dont think i should be friends with ppl cuz i can be shitty and im not mature enough for them" vs. "i am lonely and want to talk and connect with ppl" and eventually my selfishness wins and i start talking to ppl again even tho i cant justify itt to myself so
ive always been kind of a solitary person, or someone who enjoys their alone time. over the years its gotten more? worse?
humhumhum i noticed a ttrend over time where i like. get in like, a better mood and then act like an ass in some way or another and that will knock down my self esteem and stuff
last year was very eventful in a lot of bad ways and after it ive had enough things settle in my head that its okay to stay away from others for my own good as well as theirs. i kind of live in a constant "i dont think im being a good enough friend" while also feeling very exhausted as if im doing a lot but like really, im not. after many months this is still the case so i think itts just the new standard for me
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Hi, do you have any advice for getting over a breakup? I just had my first one (at 23 ugh) and I’m feeling kind of pathetic and like I won’t ever experience real love
my dearly beloved!! i feel for you so much. when my ex broke up with me a couple months ago i was probably at one of the lowest points in my life. that was a 7+ year relationship. he was my best friend. i thought i was going to marry him, have kids with him, be with him forever. so losing that probably hurt more than anything i'd ever experienced. it hurt like fucking hell and it left me feeling more empty and worthless than i'd ever felt in my life.
BUT!!! I PROMISE that you are so much stronger than you know. you will be so surprised at the resilience you have. i actually feel stronger now than i have in a very long time. i realized that i was too dependent on my ex and that was making me lose touch with who i was if that makes sense? so i took it as an opportunity to get to know myself.
you’re going to feel like laying down and doing nothing and being miserable over this loss. and you CAN!! you should allow yourself a period to grieve, because you’ve lost a significant part of your life. and grieving is going to HURT,, but something i’ve learned in therapy which always helps me in times of heightened emotion is that no intense feeling lasts forever. hurt comes in waves. let yourself feel it, let it pass. some days will be harder than others.
BUT!!! don’t let yourself wallow in these feelings. opposite action is an effective technique to handle depression and anxiety. (i know this because it’s something i use to manage MDD and GAD LKDFKL.) opposite action will help you get over a breakup. what this means is - the sooner you GET UP and start doing things, the sooner you’ll feel better. you have to pick yourself up, because no one's going to do it for you. it's HARD. some days are better than others. some days you’ll feel fucking miserable. but it’s an upward trend. the pain won’t last forever. you’ll be happy again. you’ll find joy - whether it’s in other people, or other things, or yourself.
stay busy!! not to distract yourself from the pain, but to find new things that make you happy. i forced myself to apply to jobs after the breakup and i ended up getting a new job that i REALLY like.
some of the other things that helped me cope -
reach out to the people who love you. after losing someone important, you’re going to feel lonely and isolated. but you’re not alone. there are many people who care deeply for you. family and friends will be there for you. you can take this time to strengthen your relationships with people who are important to you. make new memories with them!!
focus on yourself. you don’t have to worry about what anyone else is doing. you can pour all your time and energy now into yourself. that is so, so liberating. your time on this earth is limited. valuable. use it for things you care about!! you can pick up old hobbies you haven’t had time for. you can start something you’ve always wanted to do. do things to better yourself. whether that’s moving forward in a creative pursuit, or in your career, or in school, or physically - invest your time and energy in yourself. at the end of the day, life is full of loss. people will come in and out of your life without explanation or warning. the only person you are guaranteed to have until the day you die is you. so be strong and work to be a person you are proud of. love yourself!!! i know it’s trite to say but in times like this it's important to nurture and treat yourself with kindness.
this isn’t a setback. it’s a natural part of life. if you take it as an opportunity to grow, you’re going to come out a better person. every relationship and every person in your life has taught you something. don’t fixate on the negatives - appreciate the good times that you had, appreciate everything that person taught you, and accept that that phase of your life is over.
let it go. let that part of you die. move forward, and you’ll come back stronger.
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