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onlytiktoks · 3 months
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nsk96 · 1 month
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Short rant:
I fucking hate living in this house. Every fucking weekend my dad gotta make some kind of fight about something. He sabotaged the freezer a couple weeks ago and now we gotta toss a whole bunch of shit out and my mom can stop ranting at me.
Mom, get a fucking therapist or a journal please, I’m trying to study.
I have an exam on Monday which I’m sure I’m gonna fail now because it’s already 6:40pm and I only covered 10 practice questions.
My door is closed and locked and I can hear their whole fucking argument and him slamming doors. I’m tired of this shit.
I don’t even have privacy in the bathroom. I went to use the main bathroom and then my dad went to use my mom’s bathroom. My mom barged in on me and said “I told you to use mine when he’s home, I don’t want him to use it.”
Well I don’t fucking care anymore, Mom. This is how we live, we all gotta make sacrifices and live with the paranoia of living with this narc man because you decided to stay with him and you made me stay as well.
I may not even survive to see graduation because he has his plans whatever they are and he found his hand gun that we had hidden. You think I care about him using your bathroom? Fuck off
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your f/o would fight any family member, or anyone for that matter, who ever thought about hurting you
if you have a crappy dad? Your f/o would tell him to fuck off or punch him
if you have a crappy mom? Your f/o would put her in her place
your sibling(s)/someone saying something that hits a little too close to home? Your f/o would handle the situation
Your f/o(s) love you, and would do anything for you- even though you can most definitely defend yourself, your f/o would definitely stand up for you no matter what, because they care about you so much. Because your f/os love you, and want to defend you because it hurts them to see you getting treated like that
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cats-and-confusion · 6 months
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My dad's mad at me because I threw a pack of sticky notes at his face really hard when he invaded my boundaries to try and tease me. Like ohhhh my gooood it's almost like there was a major event early in my life that made me really fucking uncomfortable when people touch me without permission. Don't get mad at me for retaliating when you knowingly crossed my boundaries FOR FUN. I don't care if that’s "just what you do" you've been living with me my whole life you were THERE when my uncle was arrested for molesting me, how are you not connecting these fucking dots. And then you DON'T wanna talk about it to rectify the mistake and communicate our fucking boundaries?? You didn't even fucking apologize you just got pissy and frustrated at me. I apologized. Fuck this, man
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eveningdawn222 · 1 year
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idk why no one talks about it but there is something so psychologically damaging about having teachers for parents. esp in the us where teachers r expected to be answering emails until 10 at night, where there's no real work-life balence because at some point. at some point you realize you're not really their kid. you're just student who lives in their house. and it's not their fault! you get it, when they can't treat you differently at school, because that would be unfair to the other kids, but at what point do those kids know your parents better than you do? at what point do you look at your mom across the gym during assembly and realize that your mom know her students better than she does you?
and it's always "oh that's so-and-so's kid, i took a pd course with them." and your teachers all know your name before they even call attendance. and your mom says on the car home "your teacher was talking to me about how you've fallen to a b in english." when the other kids barely scraping c's don't even get an email home all year. its learning cursive on the floor of your mother's classroom while she grades until it's dark outside. it's the empty halls of your elementary school being so familiar you can almost feel the carpet beneath your feet but you can't quite remember the color of your childhood home's front door. did we have a fence out front? i can't remember but the layout of my 4th grade classroom is seared into my brain.
and you're only ever around adults because your peers all seem a little too young a little too immature because you're only ever around adults because your peers all seem too young -
but it's always the mantra of "you can't talk about this with your friends" at the dinner table and the disillusionment that comes with realizing you have to keep secrets from your friends because otherwise your mom could lose her job. it's half the school knowing stories about yourself that you don't remember. it's learning algebra before you learn to ride a bike because theres not time for that between early mornings and late nights.
its your dad missing your little sisters birthday three years in a row for a conference on the opposite coast. it's your mom sobbing at the dining room table because the kids are so stressful this year, so you don't ask for help because she's the one who needs it. it's your dad going straight to problem solving when you break down in tears and you can't even be mad because he's the one with the psych degree. obviously he's the one who knows the best about this.
it's "they're trying their best" and "it's the administrations fault" and "the real problem is the system" because you need a parent but you get a teacher. and it's almost enough. she comes to your little league games but when you look up from the field she's turned away, talking to a woman with bleach blonde hair who mispronounces your sisters name.
they sit in the front row for every graduation but yours.
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6arelyhereff · 3 months
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Mf.. my dad just walked in and woke me up and told me some shit about how when he gets home I better not be asleep and honestly idk what other shit he was yapping about because I just woke up I'm half asleep I've literally had to retype most of these words atleast twice but the rest was about telling me to get up and do something or clean my room or other shit. Anyways yesterday he told me he doesn't wanna hear anything about me being depressed because I do nothing all day and lay in bed and whatever. Sorry to break it to you but that's because of my depression? I'm sorry I didn't know once my depression got bad enough where I can hardly get out of bed it was completely invalid and i cant complain about it because i guess its my fault, thanks for that confirmation though dad! Like fuck off tf do you want me to do I have no energy and clearly you're not even gonna try to give me motivation or anything. Not gonna say you think I can do this or you believe in me, not even some basic ass shit that people tell you even when they don't really care. You're just gotta flat out get mad at me for not doing anything to improve my depression when I'm in one of the worst mental states I've ever been in. And I know he wouldn't be proud or happy for me if I showered or brushed my hair or brushed my teeth or washed my face. Nobody cares about how difficult that shit fucking is. Sorry for yapping I'll stfu now.
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covenworm · 8 months
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tao's story about his dad meant so much to me.
my dad died two years ago, and, other than the overwhelming sadness that comes with that, ever since i've always felt like my life couldn't be 'normal'.
i've never felt seen like that before. tao has a 'normal' life and he's happy.
it's just one small part of what makes heartstopper so special, but it's helped to show me that it CAN be okay.
i love alice oseman's work so much.
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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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autism-criminal · 2 months
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omg my dad has a gaydar ??? and it’s actually been pretty functional damn
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aquar-io · 9 months
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onlytiktoks · 3 months
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ambrosius-goldheart · 8 months
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Absolutely surreal to just... not talk with your parent... like I haven't properly talked with my dad for almost four years now and it's so weird... this guy was my dad for the bigger part of my life and now he's just a stranger of sorts, left as a vague, aching memory and a boogie man lurking everywhere that reminds me of him like... wtf dude
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askhubertvonvestra · 1 year
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Kid Hubert: Father said we're not to cry.
Adult Hubert: That's because Father is incapable of human emotion. You are 10. Cry if you feel like it.
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anxious-scrambles · 1 month
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I’ve suffered from depressive episodes my entire adult life and for most of my later childhood.
I was probably 7 or 8 when I first started to have negative thoughts and an often deeply troubling focus on my own mortality. Obviously at the time it was just “wow look at that morbid kid”.
I think my dad was the only person who saw it for what it was, and I came to understand as I got older that it was because we pretty much had the same twisted up negative self talk.
He never infantilised my concerns and always made me feel better and safe. Even if it was 3 o’clock in the morning and I was screaming outside my parents bedroom door because “I can’t stop thinking about dying.”
As I got older that stayed. When I was about 27, 28ish I went through a horrendous period of depression that nearly took my life. Every day, that man sent me messages of support. He knew I didn’t feel up to talking or spending time with anyone but so long as I replied, even if it was just with a smiley face or something, he was happy to know I was still going. A message a day to let him know I was still breathing.
When he spent months at a time going through intensive chemotherapy, he would do the same for me. Just a little message every day, even if he felt like absolute shit, to let me know he was alright.
It wasn’t so I didn’t worry about him.
I know Tumblr probably isn’t the place for this but I guess the relative anonymity makes me feel happier saying it but, there’s literally no one else in my life that both understands how it feels to feel worthless and also take the time to keep reinforcing the message that everything is okay. It’s just a check in. Just messaging to see how you are. It’s crappy, but we’ll get through it.
Right, Monster-Child?
I was still Monster-Child well into my thirties.
Monsta Monsta
Monster Child from the Black Lagoon
Spawn of Beelzebub
It all still makes me laugh.
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This is the last message I ever got from him.
He was dying of leukaemia. He was in his final days.
He died eleven days later after a ten day coma.
He was worried about my mum because she had covid.
And he was checking in.
I wish he was still checking in.
Anyway… that’s oversharing for you. I wish everyone in the world could have someone to check in. Just a message every day.
Take care.
Take care.
Take care.
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