yup. meet my aunt. many years of pick me isms and trying to shame me for speaking out for the metoo movement.
she was kidnapped as a young woman in a foreign country. she says she survived the ordeal and was never afraid during the whole episode but since i have known her she was absolutely cruel , shaming any victim of rape, hoisting her opinions up on being a survivor looking down on everyone else
slowly… she found she couldnt stand to be alone anywhere.
not even without a big dog.
then it got worse
fast forward decades later now she is in shambles struggling with that past trauma that manifested as severely crippling anxiety as she grows older and cant even be around more than a few people without having a massive emotional breakdown. the last one she ended up hospitalized. now isolated herself on an island, claiming shes just wanting ‘alone time’ and cant stand people.
doesnt hesitate to middle finger at any women who speak up about rape.
Sadly, things like this happen to victims of all kinds of abuse. When I was a kid, my father would sometimes tell me about things that his father did to him. Eventually I recognized that he had suffered horrible physical and verbal abuse. His father, in turn, had lived a life filled with trauma. Instead of dealing with it, he unloaded all his trauma onto his kids who then unloaded their inherited trauma onto their kids, including me.
When I began to recognize this dynamic, It was like I could see the little boy, within my dad, who just wanted to be loved but instead was systematically destroyed; through no fault of his own. His capacity for joy and love were greatly compressed, and the void filled with fear and anger. I saw that I was just like him and I was horrified at that discovery.
Sometimes people try to run away from the pain and fear. I think that’s why they try to pretend they’re above it. Because it feels easier to malign people who share your experience, in order to try and pretend it wasn’t real, than it is to face the pain and fear.
But until you face it, you will never escape it. It will always be there wreaking havoc on your life and lives of those around you.
“i went through it and turned out fine. If you went through it and became traumatized, it means you were weak. And I’m not weak, so I wasn’t traumatized”
i’m so happy i’m breaking untold generational cycles of familial trauma and abuse by not having kids and ending my bloodline with myself
for everyone reading out there, there’s never anything wrong with cutting off shitty family if they deserve it. don’t let anyone guilt you into believing otherwise
I watched one of those kidnapping storys on youtube and I thought until 40 minutes in that the situation must have beed retty bad for her until the last 5 minutes which gave lasting anxiety. That shit isn’t just bad, its horrifying
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yup. meet my aunt. many years of pick me isms and trying to shame me for speaking out for the metoo movement.
she was kidnapped as a young woman in a foreign country. she says she survived the ordeal and was never afraid during the whole episode but since i have known her she was absolutely cruel , shaming any victim of rape, hoisting her opinions up on being a survivor looking down on everyone else
slowly… she found she couldnt stand to be alone anywhere. not even without a big dog.
then it got worse
fast forward decades later now she is in shambles struggling with that past trauma that manifested as severely crippling anxiety as she grows older and cant even be around more than a few people without having a massive emotional breakdown. the last one she ended up hospitalized. now isolated herself on an island, claiming shes just wanting ‘alone time’ and cant stand people.
doesnt hesitate to middle finger at any women who speak up about rape.
behold: the true ‘survivor’.
Sadly, things like this happen to victims of all kinds of abuse. When I was a kid, my father would sometimes tell me about things that his father did to him. Eventually I recognized that he had suffered horrible physical and verbal abuse. His father, in turn, had lived a life filled with trauma. Instead of dealing with it, he unloaded all his trauma onto his kids who then unloaded their inherited trauma onto their kids, including me.
When I began to recognize this dynamic, It was like I could see the little boy, within my dad, who just wanted to be loved but instead was systematically destroyed; through no fault of his own. His capacity for joy and love were greatly compressed, and the void filled with fear and anger. I saw that I was just like him and I was horrified at that discovery.
Sometimes people try to run away from the pain and fear. I think that’s why they try to pretend they’re above it. Because it feels easier to malign people who share your experience, in order to try and pretend it wasn’t real, than it is to face the pain and fear.
But until you face it, you will never escape it. It will always be there wreaking havoc on your life and lives of those around you.
“i went through it and turned out fine. If you went through it and became traumatized, it means you were weak. And I’m not weak, so I wasn’t traumatized”
Tale as old as time.
this comment made me think a good bit
i’m so happy i’m breaking untold generational cycles of familial trauma and abuse by not having kids and ending my bloodline with myself
for everyone reading out there, there’s never anything wrong with cutting off shitty family if they deserve it. don’t let anyone guilt you into believing otherwise
I watched one of those kidnapping storys on youtube and I thought until 40 minutes in that the situation must have beed retty bad for her until the last 5 minutes which gave lasting anxiety. That shit isn’t just bad, its horrifying