if you force me to be in a room with my mom, especially if there are other people there that she thinks she can ‘prove that she’s changed’ to, then you’re the worst kind of person tbh. do you know what it’s like to be forced to be passively harassed by the very person who harassed you all your life, emotionally and physically, and watched her husband, friends, and boyfriends do the same? yet she gave birth to you so you’re supposed to ‘owe’ something to her? and you’re wrong for correcting her in the company of your other family members? and you realize so deeply that she’s doing what her mother did, and your worst fear is that you’ll be third generation (that you know of) to fuck up that way with your daughters/children? do you know what it’s like to literally /feel/ your illnesses act up in this woman’s presence? to look at your hand and feel like that’s not even real, and nothing’s real, and the world isn’t real (derealization/depersonalization)? to want to sanitize this very hand, and take a scorching hot shower, which I’ve done before, in order to be happy, yet still in physical pain, and feel clean and disinfected of the world (OCD/germaphobia), and to organize everything in sight? to bite the inside of your cheek until you taste blood and do other things that hurt you (self-affliction of pain)? and whatever else, that no one believes you have because you haven’t been properly diagnosed, yet even if you were diagnosed they would say it was probably an improper diagnosis? no. and another thing, you don’t care. because you aren’t the one who has to go through this.
- Baby: n-n-n
- Parent: oh it's his first words!
- Baby: n-n
- Baby: not all men
- Parent: put it back
Please make people sign this before driving. Worst driving peeve of all.
i have some bad news for you about the original meaning of this post
literally what happens when white people observe us using AAVE
lmao this reminds me of “why do black people call each other Monica???”