#tw parental abuse

[hadesfucks]

Enids first time at the Addams family manor

Morticias showing her around while wednesday complains about wanting to do it herself, which just prompts a knowing smirk from morticia.

But when she sweeps her arm in a wide arcing motion to gesture at the ballroom, Enid flinches. Hard. Her arms have been brought up to her chest and her face is ducked down and she seems so fragile.

Morticia is confused, but Wednesday isn’t. She’s seen how the Sinclair’s treat Enid in public, and this just confirms what happens behind closed doors and she’s pissed

Bonus:

Enid: Wednesday you can’t kill my parents!

Wednesday: too late

Enid: what do you mean too late! You haven’t even moved!

Wednesday “the only good thing about the internet is the black market” Addams, holding her phone: too late

#wenclair #wednesday #enid sinclair #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #netflix #the addams family #they’re lesbians your honor #tw abuse #tw parental abuse

[blu3b3rryj4mp1r3]

Friendly reminder that "I bought you nice things", "I gave you food and a roof over your head" and "I've never hit/physically hurt you" does not justify emotional abuse, neglect or parentification.

And if when being confronted they make you feel guilty and get defensive and passive aggressive saying some variant of "Oh well I must've been such a terrible parent!" and tell you how they bought you nice things for your birthdays and how your basic needs were met, that does not make your feelings and trauma invalid. You're not a bad person or ungrateful for feeling hurt.

#tw mentions of abuse #c ptsd #parental abuse #neglect #emotional neglect #parentification #tw parental abuse

[brucewaynehater101]

Reverse Robins AU is a fun concept, but I need more of that Jason POV angst.

If Tim and Jason are swapping roles (i.e. Tim dies and Jason is the third Robin), I need that focus on Jason's early Robin years.

Bruce, who's a grieving brutal man, would scare Jason. The violence, the coldness, and (if it's your flavor) the alcoholism. Bruce finds this child and, unlike for canon Jason, doesn't show him love and care.

So why does Jason stick around? Why would Jason put up with this behavior?

Bruce reminds Jason of a gnarly combination of Willis and Catherine.

The violence, the yelling, and the fear of a father figure are reminiscent of Willis. The lack of self-care, depressive spirals, and dissociative states are a messed up way Jason can see some of his mom again. Jason gets glimpses of his parents, but only in the worst sides of Bruce.

I want to see Jason tucking in Bruce and humming songs that would comfort his mom. Similar to when Catherine would forget or be unable to prepare food, Jason would ensure Bruce ate. He would chat lightly for hours to bring Bruce back from staring at Tim's case.

If Bruce is an alcoholic in this fic, Jason would be rubbing Bruce's back as he vomits. He would watch as Bruce poured another glass knowing he can't stop him.

When Bruce goes on a rampage, when he's screaming and hollering and throwing things, Jason would be hiding in his closet. Damian probably told Jason to call him when it gets like that (Damian can get Jason out of there if he can't stop it), but why would he? It's not like anyone was there for him before. It's not like calling for help led to him actually getting the assistance he needed. Instead, it usually led to the situation becoming worse.

So, despite the parentification (that's all that Jason's known), the kid stays. Bruce needs him after all. He eventually pulls Bruce away from the ledge. He finally gets a dad that doesn't cause his hands to tremble. Damian comes around more often and teaches Jason how to protect himself. Finally, the kid is Robin and able to help people (like how he saved Bruce).

Then Tim comes back from the dead.

#dc comics #dc universe #jason todd #tim drake #reverse robins #batfam fic #jason todd angst #the parentification of children #tw alcohol #tw parental abuse #jason deserves better #how did canon tim deal with bruce #au jason can't escape his role as his parents' caretaker

[traumatizedjaguar]

"The guilt that people feel about what their parents may have gone through is a classic symptom of being an adult child of emotionally immature parents. They go over the boundary of what is their responsibility, worrying about the feelings and the needs and the life of other people because thats what emotionally immature parents teach their children to do. They teach their children to take care of them and to be worried about what other people need. The parent has not matured to the point where they can take care of themselves let alone a child. They're demanding that from their children, so its not surprising that the child would end up feeling guilty about any that distress the parent, and feel responsible for that because thats what their childhood would be set up to do."

Lindsay C. Gibson, PsyD

#my text #actually traumatized #actually abused #actually cptsd #emotionally immature parents #tw parental abuse #cptsdhealing #cptsd recovery #that describes me and my parents to a T #I always feel guilty or worried about what my parents may have gone through #parentification

[chaosdisorganized]

Parents will be like "What's wrong with you? Why are you like this?" and then continuously traumatize you for years.

#vent #actually traumatized #childhood trauma #tw parents #tw parental abuse

[lopposting]

geppetto going straight from "I believed in you, you’re the greatest puppet I ever made" if you obey him to "I KNEW you were going astray" if you don't

#lies of p #lop #lies of p spoilers #spoilers #tw parental abuse #interesting cuz ​we get to see what he would say either way right #so which one is it old man

[livininaburninghouse]

It is a valid response.

#childhood trauma #toxic family #abusive family #abusive household #abusive dad #abusive parents #abusive mother #abuse survivor #abusive survivors #physical abuse #emotional abuse #narcissistic abuse #tw parental abuse #tw abuse

[finleyforevermore]

Hey guys! How've we been since I've been away? Hm? Not good? Yeah, I thought so.

I was AFK (which means Away From Keyboard for those who weren't aware, or didn't think to Google it /nm) because my mom had taken away my phone for a bit but I could still use it to help with my math homework.

I did lurk around Tumblr a bit, and I did "officially" come back online for a bit, but I mostly lurked.

And how delightful it was to see (can not clarify enough how sarcastic this is) that someone I follow but am not moots with decided that March 20th was the day they were doing to commit suicide. They did not succeed. But they sure as hell scared the fuck out of me. Same story I've seen before with my other friends, abusive parental figure, and possibly SA'd like some of my other friends. Lovely.

And then ANOTHER friend as it turns out has an extremely abusive mother and got fucking strangled by aforementioned mother, then said in the posts of a vent post, "something something maybe she should've killed me".

Being technically AFK I had to go on anon for a bit and try my damndest to prove to my friend that their mother is beyond saving, and there's no use seeing her in a positive light, and they by no means deserve what happened to them. I don't know if it worked. If you see this, I'm sorry if I came off as rude. But that really was the straw that broke the camel's back.

I'd been trying to keep together fairly well but I had been thinking of Liam, Nex's death was ruled a suicide (and now his murderers will not be charged), all of my other friends are traumatized and now I've discovered another friend has an abusive parent, and someone tried to fucking kill themselves.

And so, we have this. This song has been my coping mechanism for the past several weeks and what I can best describe as my theme song. Whenever I see something tragic with either my friends or someone else my first thought is the words of this song. Largely because of the themes of getting salvation for the unjust wrongs done upon Sweeney or in this case my friends.

I really don't know why I was blessed to know such wonderful incredible beautiful people only for them to suffer relentlessly and have gallons upon gallons of trauma.

Do bad things happen? Sure. But with my friends it's non-stop. One traumatic event after another after another after another and I'm. Just so done. I'm so sick. And I'm so tired. Of everything. Of all the pain and suffering. Of the fact I can't do anything. Of the fact I feel too much. This probably shouldn't be impacting me so much but for some reason it is.

I would've been apprehensive posting this because I'm kind of self-conscious about my voice but some of my friends are suffering 24/7 so I think my voice is the last thing I should be worrying about.

Enjoy if you want. Or don't. That's ok too. Love you guys.

@literatureisdying

#voice reveal #tw abuse #tw sa mention #tw sa #tw parental abuse #tw parental issues #tw child abuse #tw sui ideation #tw sui talk #tw sui attempt #tw suicide #epiphany #sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street #sweeney todd the demon barber of fleet street #sweeney todd #epiphany sweeney todd #finley sings a song! 💚🎧

[a-sip-of-milo]

"But if you never have kids, who's going to take care of you when you're old?"

So, your reasoning for wanting/having children is so you've got someone who feels obligated to take care of you? Sounds abusive but okay.

DNI if you believe in cluster B abuse.

#tw abuse mention #npd safe #narcissistic abuse is not real #cluster b safe #toxic parents #parental abuse #tw parental abuse

[haleripley]

I definitely think Vanessa was traumatized and brainwashed by William. Remember that Matpat theorized that William tortured Micheal Afton via hallucinations and I can 100% see Movie William doing that to his daughter. She just looked so genuinely remorseful even though we know she didn't want to hurt anybody. Abby and Mika definitely broke his conditioning on her

@thecosmicmelodycollective

#fnaf spoilers #five nights at freddy's #vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #tw parental abuse #tw abuse #william afton

[matchalattegreen]

Johnny x Reader: "You're always welcome"

TW: Mentions of parental abuse

You let him spend the night at your place

It was late at night. You were lying on your back in your bed but you just couldn't sleep. You couldn't stop thinking about him.

Earlier at day, you had been at school with him. You're boyfriend, Johnny Cade. Before leaving to go home you had kissed him and said goodbye. As soon as you did though, his face turned to what looked like fright. You begged him to tell you why he looked so scared but he wouldn't say a word. It almost seemed like he didn't want you to leave, or he just didn't want to go home himself. Now here you were at your home, worried sick about what could be going on with him. Then suddenly, you heard a knock on your front door and you hopped out of bed to go answer it.

You swung the door open, standing there in your pajamas as you saw him- your boyfriend, Johnny- standing on your front porch. He looked like he had been through hell and back.

His face was covered in long, deep cuts that were lined with blood. His cheeks were bruised. His arms had long scratches down them.

Your face turned stone cold. "Johnny. What happened?" you demanded sternly, your expression deadly serious.

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, tears welled up in his eyes. You were shocked by this sudden change. Your seriousness faded to concern. "Johnny..."

You took him gently by the hand and led him inside, closing the door behind the two of you. You brought him to your living room and sat him down in a chair. You made yourself comfortable in the chair beside him, and you turned back to him with a worried look.

"Baby, please tell me what's going on," you said gently, taking his hand and softly brushing the back of it with your thumb.

He sniffled, trying to stay strong. "My-my dad..."

You were shocked to hear this and your face showed it. "Your dad did this to you?!"

He nodded sadly, holding back tears.

"No... no, baby, you have to get away from him. He should've minded his own business in the first place. But also, the fact that he did this much damage... that's a big problem. You need to get away from there before something worse happens."

"What do you mean?" he sniffed.

"What are you talking about, 'what do i mean'? Your dad beat you and that's not okay, and he was so brutal with it as well, you look awful! If your dad is this careless you need to get out of there before things get real bad. Before he goes just the slightest bit too far..."

Johnny sniffles again. "I can't get away from him though... I've got nowhere else to go-"

"You're staying here," you state plainly. "You're getting away from him and you're gonna stay here with me for as long as you have to."

Johnny's eyes widen as he looks at you. "Babe no, that's too much to ask-"

"You're not asking," you say. "I'm telling you that you're gonna stay here. Alright?"

Johnny smiles slightly. "Really?"

You give him a warm smile back. "Of course, baby. I'd do anything to keep you safe."

He suddenly springs up and gives you a tight hug. You return it and for a moment, the two of you are intertwined in a moment of love and relief.

"You're the best, honey," he says. "I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart," you say, gently separating from the hug. "I'd do anything for you."

Johnny sighs. "That's so sweet to hear. Thank you for this."

"Don't mention it," you say. "Now, the only beds we have are mine and my parents so you don't mind the couch do you? If not I can take the couch and you can have my bed-"

"No the couch is perfect," says Johnny. "I've slept on newspapers before, trust me, the couch will be great."

You sigh with a hint of sadness after hearing his response. "You sure?" He nods, almost excitedly. "Ok, I'll grab you a pillow."

He sits down and a minute later you return with a big, white, fluffy pillow. "Here," you hand him the pillow. "There's a blanket right there."

Johnny takes the pillow and grabs the blanket and preps the couch for him to sleep on. Once he is done, he lies down and settles in.

"Babe," he says, curling up comfortably in the blanket. He is the coziest he has been in a very long time. "Thank you so much for letting me stay here. It really means a lot."

You gently kiss his forehead then give him a warm, loving smile. "You're always welcome."

#johnny cade #johnny x reader #the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #tw parental abuse

[necroman666]

Half a year ago my mother passed from lung cancer and I have been oh so very lucky to inherit her mistakes and broken dreams.

This is just a vent post talking in detail about my struggle to deal with my dead parents making my life a living hell because I’m tired and don’t know how to cope anymore.

Around 5 years ago my father died in a car explosion as a hired soldier participating in a genocide because that was, by his judgment, easier than getting literally any job to support our family after already years of leeching off my mother. Motherfucker got what he deserved and I only wish he died off sooner and the torment and his constant abuse of this family would stop. The hefty compensation my mother received for him dying she spend on, well, who fucking knows what because it was not her massive credit card debt.

Turns out that the bastard kept my manipulative, weak willed and egotistical mother at some bay and with him gone she was about to unleash her rotten nature on me and my sister.

About 2 years later or so she got her first cancer (not too relevant and it was in the end cured) and started dating a new, different (but not too different) piece of shit, proceeded to bring him into our home where he then cheated on her, financially leeched on her, beat our family dog and drove my sister out of our home. As you can guess my mother just let that all happen. In her words, she “didn’t want to die alone so she had to endure”. I find that ironic, because later (precisely 6 months ago) she choked on blood to death, alone in a hospital bed after two years of literally rotting away on the couch in our living room from her second cancer, with no one caring for her.

She stopped paid treatment. She refused free treatment at some point. She turned to waste money on some kind of medium healer that was supposed to cure her. She slowly died in her house filling plastic bottles with cigarette butts and blood to then throw away because she did not have the strength to get up anymore.

After she passed, even if I liked her enough to grieve, I didn’t get to - because now I had to deal with her husband stealing her stuff from our house to sell it off while berating me and my sister. We also, of course, inherited the massive credit card debt that she nurtured and let grow big and healthy better than me or my sister.

Half a year later, today, now that the inheritance is gaining legal status, her husband lets us know that he doesn’t have the money to pay off the debt for the car that they bought together and he threatened us to court over, scared that we were going to take it away from him. So we inherit both the car and the debt on top of the already existing one.

This is only the past ~5 years of suffering my parents caused me in short. Before this I have endured a life of several types of abuse from both of them, made depressed since age of twelve. I still get nightmares about both of them. I’m so stressed by the looming over debt that is now my responsibility that I can’t sleep for the third night in a row.

Stress eating and escapism don’t help anymore so I’m listing their sins to publicly shame them as a new coping mechanism.

#tw animal abuse #tw parental abuse

[monstrousparalysis]

Idk sounds like you just described love man. Not to be rude, i just genuinely don't understand how what you're saying isn't a type of love. Idk why you'd be engaged and care about someone if that isn't love. Are you saying you're a psychopath/sociopath? Even they can love, especially pets. Even if you love him in the same way you would a pet or a plant or a child, that's still love. It sounds like you just don't like the word love. Which is fine. Weird but fine. But all I've seen you describe is love for someone, even if you don't wanna call it that. That's whatever. But from the outside looking in, that's love and a pair of people engaged most would say would only happen in a loving relationship. Is your relationship not loving? Caring about someone? Giving someone the world is literally love. Help me understand please,

Okay so. Anon, please understand that I may get snappy at you, and that is because people, including you, having repeatedly told me that either I do not know my own feelings, or I am worse than a serial killer today.

(and that has been mixed with ableism to people with personality disorders, which also hurts because my fiance is one of them. Most people with antisocial personality disorder/"sociopaths" aren't evil, they can choose to hurt or not to hurt people the same way everybody else can.)

I am sorry if I sound snappy, because I do not want to attack you for being confused.

But you see. We can all agree that the word love is complicated, right? Sure, most people would call a happily engaged couple "in love". People can say they love their partners, their friends, their pets, nature, humanity, all of that. But that doesn't mean that love is all good.

Like my own fiance said when people told him not to settle for me if I can't love him: his conservative parents love him. His mom, who forcibly converted him to Catholicism, loves him. She did it out of concern for him, because she thought it was what's best for him. She loves him, and she hurt him. Those are both true.

And you can say all you want that that's not love, but she called it love. She hurt him out of concern for him. She wanted to protect him. Plenty of other people would call what she did love too.

So if love is so confusing, so complex, if nobody can agree on what it means, if all words are fake and feelings are complicated anyways. Then I can do the inverse. I can care about him deeply and want to give him the world and refuse to call it love.

If everyone in the world can talk about how love hurts, then I can talk about my lack of love that heals.

Maybe somebody else feeling these same feelings would call it love. Maybe they wouldn't. But that doesn't matter, because they're my feelings, and I am the one who can describe them best. And I will never call them love.

#rem's ramblings #questions for this bastard #lovelessness #loveless aromantic #loveless aro #loveless aplatonic #loveless #tw ableist language #tw parental abuse #tw religious abuse #arophobia #aromisia #aplphobia

[traumatizedjaguar]

im not bad, you were bad!

#traumacore #bad dog aesthetic #trauma quotes #angercore #traumatizedjaguar #tw parental abuse #actuallyabused #trauma edit #abuse edit #you made me believe I was bad when you were #not my identity is fucked up and im always bad/evil in my head

[ravenwitch45]

Can you make a part two to your m&m parent headcannon where they meet their parents and the parents what their kid back and the reader has a panic attack

Oh god well this is some drama for sure, AND a panic attack, full disclosure I've never written a panic attack before, but I'll try my best cause I like this idea. Sorry for the delay on answering.

M&M Meeting Reader's Parents who want "their kid" back and cause Reader to have a panic attack.

It was just a day at the office, Blitz and Loona were out doing something so it was just the three of you, chatting while doing menial stuff as a family would when the door bursts open, a very done up woman strutting in angrilly, followed by a much more messily dressed man, who seems very grumpy being here compared to the woman.

"Y/N! So this is where you've skulked off to, without telling us may I remind you!"The Woman rants crossing her arms, your eyes going wide at their presence "M-Mom? Dad?! What are y-"

"Mother and Father Dear, Be respectful, least you can do after this stunt..."The Snooty woman interjects bitterly, making you frown, looking away, unable to get a word in.

"Y/N here was being respectful, now what are you doing here? This is a buisness establishment, you can't just barge in."Moxxie points, crossing his arms, glaring at the woman

"I'm here for my child, and this is a family matter, so butt out"She replies with a sneer, looking back to you, only for Millie to get up and stand between you too.

"Well you haven't seemed interested in them at all for literal months, you can't walk in like you own them all of a sudden"The wrath Imp notes, her tail flicking aggresively, your birth mother tensing up in annoyance before her husband put a hand on her shoulder

"Look theres no need for this. Y/N... Your mother wants you to come back, she has a position at her firm she thinks you can fill, you should do what she wants."He states tiredly, his wife nodding

"Yes, should be easy enough so that even you can manage dear~"She says passive aggresively, making both Imps glare at her further before you explode

"B-But... No! I don't want to work with you, you can't just ignore me in favor of arguing with eachother and then come back just cause you think I can make you more money to spend on yourselves! I left you guys for a reason!"You state angrilly, finally having the courage to say that with your actual loving parents at your side. Your mother's eyes twitching.

"Oh no..."Your father whispers, looking at his wife in fear

"You BASTARD PARASITE! I give up so much for you and you throw it all back in my face, now you are going to come with us, and EARN some goddamn worth, cause as usual you prove you have none! I should have thrown you away like the trash you act like!"The woman rants loudly, almost loud enough to hurt as tears prick at your eyes and you start shaking, putting your hands on your head to block out the echoing screams, breathing heavily

"Y/N...?"Moxxie says, looking to you and putting his hands on your shoulders in concern, as Millie bares her teeth at your abusers

"Crybaby, come along al-"Your mother states snobilly, reaching for you before Millie slaps it away, hard

"There not going anywhere with you! You toxic bitch! You are going to leave and if you any smarts in that pretty head of yours, you won't come back for OUR CHILD!"Millie yells angrilly, pulling out her knife, just making the woman scoff as her husband tried to tell her to leave, but was swiftly ignored

"They are-"She begins before a bullet wizs past her face, cutting a hole in her finely done hair and she's stunned silent as she looks at Moxxie, holding his kid close with one arm and the other holding a smoking gun as he glares at her

"They aren't your child , you don't deserve the gift they are if your going to treat them like this, and you wonder why they left you..."The Weapons expert says with aged bitterness, readying another shot before the woman screams and storms out, her husband quickly following after another growl from Millie.

The two immediately shifting gears to trying to calm you down while trying not to crowd you, just wanting to assure you, you are safe and loved and safe from them. In the back of their heads there considering figuring out a restraining order or whatever to make sure they don't disturb you ever again. Holding you close and softly.

Okay there it is! I am SO sorry this took so long, I was just having trouble figuring this one out as well as some other stuff going on that delayed me getting to this. I jut hope you enjoy it XP

#ask reply #helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #platonic x reader #gn reader #tw parental issues #tw parental abuse #tw parental neglect #helluva moxxie x reader x helluva millie #helluva moxxie x reader #helluva millie x reader #tw panic attack #I really hope I did that one okay

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