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I think it’s important I don’t forget my parent’s reaction to my graduating: following me to work, belittling me for doing part time jobs that I enjoyed bc it didn’t look good enough (thread)
Screaming at me until I blacked out, belittling everything that excited me about my education and then turning around to tell their myopic friends how open-minded they are for letting me pick my own major!
Trying to force me to go back to school for a program I didn’t want just as my writing career was picking up. Forcing me to leave town an abandon my momentum.
Holding an intervention with my extended family the day after I had a huge accomplishment, to remind me that I’m lucky that they will LET me pursue my career (I’m in my late twenties).
Complaining that I am not close enough to their friends, that I’m not open enough to finding a man (where are these so-called men)? And, most recently...
Angry that I won’t whore out my hard earned creative skills to make palatable art for their groups that fits their political taste. Now, they want to pay for my graduate program in fine arts. Over my dead body.
I’m going for my happiness, not for their achievement. And when I need a reminder, Ill read this thread.
And through all this, remember: I was working. I WAS and am paying my own bills—and only lived with them bc it was their rule. So. They wanted me to live with them: check. Pay my own bills: check. But respect my decision to prioritize my own happiness over success? No way.
