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onlytiktoks · 8 days
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venting-town · 2 years
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I’d really appreciate it if my dad would stop depending on my existence to make him feel better
I am your child. I am NOT your therapist
I’m not, and should have NEVER been, obligated to call you or talk to you for you to be able to function
I’m 21 years old and you’ve been dependent on me ever since I was a toddler ( maybe younger! )
YOU are in your mid 50s, and you STILL “ need me “ to be able to have a good day
I wish that you would get a therapist and start working on yourself BY yourself, because this is BEYOND ridiculous
I don’t want you to be sad. I want you to be happy and functional and a better person than you are ( because this also goes beyond all the enmeshment/child neglect/manipulation/child abuse in general you’ve committed ).
But you need to STOP depending ON ME for YOUR HAPPINESS!
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flirts-with-dragons · 9 months
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I keep recalling this experience from last year so I made a doodle about it
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Cobs: Was I a bad father, MeBook?
MePhone4: My name is MePhone.
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mysidaesm · 6 months
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bottombatch · 10 months
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Transitional Periods
I'm currently playing the game Season - A Letter to the Future. It's about recording all the sensations and memories of now for future generations. But it's also about transition periods. The characters in the game all know the world is going to change, but they do not know how. The main character spends much time pondering what this will mean for her and the world she knows.
As a transgender person and a human, I think about transitions a lot. There are events that wholly and suddenly mark new seasons in our life; and then there are those that are slow, gradual.
Recently, for the second time in my life, I was part of a roadtrip across the country. Washington to Ohio. We were visiting my grandfather in the hospital. We made plans to drive out there when he could still speak. When we got there he hadn't reacted to any stimuli in two days. Hadn't been awake. Hadn't eaten in a week.
It had felt so sudden, and yet… I remember. Almost a full year before that, he and my grandmother came to visit my sister's highschool graduation. He spoke of his recent surgies. He choked on a piece of chicken and we almost called the ER. I can't help but think that my grandfather's passing was not so sudden. That I was simply not present for it until the very end.
When I think of transition periods, I think of my father. On the way back home to Washington from Ohio (the third time I'd made that trip) we passed through Chicago to see the Korean side of my family. They had just moved into a new apartment that was maybe 200 feet away from their old one. Practically just across the street. They asked my father to bless the new home. He is not that kind of pastor. But still, he prayed. He spoke on transitional periods and how they can be difficult. How family and community are important for such times. And I thought, "How ironic is that?"
How ironic is it that you would say this when you would not be there for my transition! That he would look me in the eye and tell me I was wrong. That I would have to wait until college and even then, do it by myself. That it would not be spoken of in his house.
Now, I wish I had taken more time to be present for my own transition. I am almost at two years of HRT, and yet, it passes in a blur. Two years of transition, so sudden. Again, I was simply not present until the very end. And I can't help but think it's because my father was so unwilling to be part of it. That it made me wish to just be at the end. As if being at the end of the transition period would restore that family and community.
But of course, it didn't. I've had to remake my family and it has been wonderful. They make me want to present. To memorize the now and appreciate it before the next transition.
There is a tiktok comment thread I think about a lot. Profound words in unlikely places are all the more profound, I think.
It goes: harashsidhu - this will gonna take 3 years
ashmanathletic - creator The time will pass anyways
I graduate next semester. I fear what that will mean for me. But I will be present for it. The time will flow like grains of sand and I will count them, for they will pass anyways.
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pirplle · 1 year
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I got an outstanding student award at my college today. When I got home my dad proceeded to ask what my standing was and when I explained there was no standing it was based on a teachers recommendation he proceeded to mock me. Then he looked up what I would make in a year as an adjunct professor which is my goal and lectured me. He took all the joy out of this amazing thing. I can't wait to finally be able to move out. My friends were happy for me though so thats nice.
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autism-criminal · 2 months
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my dumbass will go ‘ why do I flinch whenever people yell ’ as if there wasn’t a time in my life where my dad would yell every day
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littlegirly · 3 months
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pretending to be asleep while he fucks you, only for him to whisper "i know you're awake" in your ear 😵‍💫😩
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onlytiktoks · 16 days
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venting-town · 8 months
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I really hate you a lot by the way Michelle.
I’m FINALLY telling people about how I feel. What I’ve experienced.
And you’re telling me to stop. That’s it’s upsetting my sister. Like IM the one responsible for how she or others feel about my abuse.
I hate you. I hate how other people/how they feel is more important to you than how I feel. How I want to tell my story.
That you still blame me for others feelings. Like it’s my fault.
I hate you so much and I’m so unlucky/not blessed to have you as a mother. As “ family “.
After I tried so hard all those years to try and protect YOU, the adult. My own MOTHER, who CONSTANTLY CHOSE how she felt or how others felt over her own child.
I tried so hard to make you see me. To try and convince you to care about me and love me like you should’ve always done, but instead chose everybody ( including yourself ) over me.
You should have aborted me. Beau told me that you told him you regretting giving birth to me.
I hate you.
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wtf-a-psychoanalysis · 5 months
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You don't understand I want this specific man because I know just by looking at him he won't yell at me like my dad does
*points to an unattainable man who I discovered from something I'm hyperfixated on and find conveniently attractive, creating an overly idealized version of him in my head*
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thefallofruins · 2 months
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First time dad! Sukuna
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“This is…mine?”
He looks down at the little wrapped bundle in his arms, a look of confusion etched onto his face. His eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at the little thing, who looks back at him with equal interest.
Except her eyes are filled with innocence. And they share a resemblance with his. Such a beautiful contrast, you think.
“She is.” You chuckle softly, correcting him, still incredibly tired from the pains of birthing his child. But the sight of the father holding his daughter for this first time was so amusing that you couldn’t help it. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?”
Sukuna doesn’t respond immediately, still fixated on the small…tiny little thing he’s holding. He’s so uncharacteristically gentle with it…like one mistake and she’ll shatter. He raises a finger to her plump cheek, caressing her soft skin.
“Like you,” he finally responds, as the little girl’s tiny fingers immediately latch onto his, wrapping around them. A soft smile forms on his face as he looks at her, then at you. The wonderful woman who graced his cursed existence with such blessings.
He wants to say something, but a strange…slimy feeling of wetness on his finger prevents him from doing so. He looks at the little one in his arms, slurping on his fingers.
“Oh, so you’re a brat too?” He pulls his finger away, and hell breaks loose. He is even more confused now.
“She’s hungry, Kuna,” you pout, extending your arms from the bed, “Bring her here.”
He shuffles closer to you, his hand working surprisingly gently as he hands the little girl to you, and she immediately latches onto your breast as you loosen the robe to feed her.
“Has my appetite.” He grumbles, causing you to chuckle again. He stays for a while, internally swearing at the sight of you and your little girl— that if anything ever even tries to touch either of you, he will rip the world to shreds, and god knows what ends he’ll get to to keep you safe.
“Brat,” He mumbles, one of his hands resting on your head, making you look up to him as he ruffles your hair slightly. “Thank you.”
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MePhone4: Hey dad, you know what I always wanted to be when I grow up?
Cobs: What?
MePhone4: Fatherless.
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ashleyrguillory · 1 year
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And I didn’t talk to him ever again
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