moosetwin@FMHYThe third panel does not need text
MiddleWeighMe when I see the amazing memes at /autism, hear the term neuro divergent for the first time, read a ptsd pamphlet, or anything about indoctrination.
Also me when any trump news breaks “wait am I a sociopath too?”
Maybe I’m a passive hypochondriac, or just terribly unaware of anything at all.
HauiSound familiar. Good luck friend.
If you see yourself in this meme, here’s two books for you to read:
The first one is specifically about how neglect can manifest itself. If you find your parents love you but you still feel empty or devoid of their affection, this might be useful. Especially good to read when you don’t buy the “depression is just genetic and it just happens to some people” narrative.
The second one is more general about different types of connection and bonding. Very useful to understand where your parents might come from and why they behave(d) like they do/did. Also helps stem the tide against the current internet’s "everyone with bad behaviour is a narcissist " theme
This is amazing. Thank you.
kamenokoI’ll add The Drama of the Gifted Child by Alice Miller which is a very short but powerful book that was the first to really advocate for children of abusive parents. It will also give you some tools to evaluate psychologists and make sure they aren’t using you for their unmet emotional needs.
Which book do you recommend if my parents loved me but didn’t know how to deal with a gay son? Or they love th parts that didn’t involve my sexuality and neglected everything else.
Let me know if you figure it out. My parents didn’t disown me when I came out as trans, but it probably would have been simpler if they had.
Sorry to hear. Im sending you a virtual hug. Hope we can overcome it one day :)
OurTragicUniverseMe after watching Invincible over the weekend. Guess who's having all the flashbacks now?
Would you mind linking the threads?
NacktmullThis meme make me sad. I send you some love <3
gotnuffinI feel you there person.
Mine are very old. Of recent, not a day goes by of inner turmoil bubbling up, wanting me to give them a blast with both barrels (figuratively) about a lifetime of emotional neglect. But I just bite my tongue and talk about the weather over phone. It’s some kind of sick martyrdom controlling my emotions so they don’t have to really feel … right to the bitter end.
Shoutout to the Crappy Childhood Fairy on Youtube