If parents teach a child with any method available that the child must be
submissive
extremely obedient
silent about their needs
always content with what they get, even if it’s much less than they need
pleasing to everyone around them
giving others what they want even when it’s harmful and painful to do so
expecting punishment at merely displeasuring someone
expecting pain as soon as they don’t meet someone’s expectations
not good enough unless they make everyone else happy
putting their needs last, or not having needs at all
extremely grateful for every little bit of human decency they get
best in the world in everything, or else they’re worthless
recognizing that people who hurt them most likely do it unintentionally or even worse, out of love
accepting hurtful behaviour without calling it out, complaining about it, or even letting the perpetrator know how much they got hurt
extremely forgiving, to the point where they forgive without even getting an apology, or with the hurtful offense still going on
tolerating insults, humiliation, slurs, and hatred being directed at them
never showing outright anger, rage, resentment, or hold a grudge
never fighting for their rights
never refusing to do what’s asked of them
accepting that they might be unlovable and that nobody will ever want them
then the child is being abused. It doesn’t matter if they use violence, guilt, terror, emotional abuse, brainwashing, threats, psychological abuse, punishment, discipline, harsh language, or if they teach it all to the child politely and with explanations to why they have to be like this if they don’t wish to be a burden on society. To shape a person this way out of convenience and send them off into a world that will abuse, exploit, take advantage and destroy a person like this, is abuse. Nobody needs to be any of these things. And people who aren’t any of these things still aren’t a burden on society. Abusive parents are a burden on society, and on their own children. Children aren’t there to be controlled or used by adults. Children are humans in development. Their boundaries should not be crushed before they even have a chance to develop any.
Psa. & thanks for setting me up to be exploited emotionally and professionally and sexualy for basically forever xxxxoooo
Appreciate the silence. You feel it in your ears. Il te remplit les oreilles, jusqu’au plus profond de tes os. Il est là, reposant…présent. Tel un sinueux cours d’eau frais et tiède sus le soleil. Bzzz… It buzzes in your ears. Hhh, Hhh, silence is there! Silence is there! Silence is…! Partout. Uniforme De coton. autour de tes membres et de ta tête. Dooooooooom… You flicker your fingers at your left ear – mais sa chape se referme aussitôt. You try counting the beatings of your heart! Squish your ears, shakes your head, cry a little! … mais rien ne s’entend. Heaving,
You Feel The Panic,
il te bâillonne,
il t’enserre,
il te pénètre,
il te transperce!
.
Your hands creep towards the light, you clutch your only salvation and bring it to your ears. The familiar shine of the screen hurts your eyes. You click on the song.
Her magnificent voice pierces through you, sadness embraces you strongly and surely. It saves you – mais ce ne sera qu’un court instant de jouissance durant ta pénible nuit d’isolation et de désarroi.
I always await the Sun but can never live under His light without wishing I could fall back into the Paradis Sombre of the night.
Your soul is hunting me and telling me That everything is fine But I wish I was dead
Every time I close my eyes It’s like a dark paradise Lana Del Rey – Dark Paradise
This drove me crazy for a while, because I can do it- but I didn’t know what it was and I couldn’t figure out how to describe the rumbling sound in my ears. It usually happens when I shut my eyes super tight. Glad to see that I’m not alone, and that there’s a good explanation of what it is!
AAAAAAAA I can do this! And I’ve tried to describe it and google it so many times with little success so this is nice to see
Also whoever made these should probably be my therapist from now on??
imagine if tumblr mental health culture was like this instead of being manipulative, unhealthy, and encouraging people to not be accountable for their wrongdoings
aaaaaaaah I hate working on stupid shiiiiiiiit it’s been 7 fucking hours of almost non-stop working uuuuurgh
And we don’t even know what kind of writing we’ll get in the exams what kind of stupid shit is THAT how am I FUCKINF supposed to work if I don’t know how I have to use the knowledge in the end aaaah
thank god it’s only two days BUT STILL SINCE I PROCRASTINATED LIKE A SHIT I HAVE TO GOBBLE EVERYFUCINK SHIT RIGHT NOW AND ITS SO BORING OMG SAVE ME
After that back to my parents place for a bit (gonna see the docs and get my meds, I think it’s gonna help me uurgh I’m all out of Xanax and my stomach has been literally killing me lately)
I don’t want to leave my apartment since I cleaned up and tidied everything up here I feel so good there… I could literally sleep on the floor it’s so clean and vast…
It’s my place and my life, my stupid posters and figures and plushies…my food, my rules… Clean my hands and everything else as often as I want… No one to look at me with pity if I attempt dressing in a non-gender conforming way, no one to continuously misgender me like “nbd lol” (look it’s not because i don’t say anything that it doesn’t bother me i just feel ridiculous and embarrassed by it all god…i’m just not confident enough to affirm who i am (and frankly a bit tired of doing so))… No NPC on the streets judging me cause I’m fat or ugly… I can just be myself, put a fuckton of glitter every-fucking-where if I want (especially on my dumb and bloated face) and chill in my leopard onesie with tea and ytb let’s plays hjdskl
After these exams and the inevitable trip to my parents’ place I’ll be back home, ready to work on my research project and my language learning… I also got a sewing machine, I can’t wait to try it… Courage, courage, me.
Plume de Lynx 