My mother always told me 2 events flipped a switch inside a person. No matter who you wanted to be, the instant 1 of these things happened, your identity would be erased. You would become your parents overnight. Completely altered.

The switches:
Marriage
Having children
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I was terrified of marriage. If I hadn’t needed insurance, I don’t think I would have asked Cory to go through with it at all. We’d been together 8 years and it didn’t seem like something we needed. [3/6]
We did a courthouse wedding for $80 with 4 witnesses. My blood relatives were not invited. It didn’t occur to me until over five years later our friends might have wanted to attend. I could not imagine anyone wanting to come to my wedding. My funeral sounded more appealing. [4/6]
Happy to report marriage altered almost nothing in my life except a name change. And while I have no intention to ever have children, working at a school showed me how parental patterns both manifest and can be defeated. There are no switches, only conditioning and choices. [5/6]
Still, I remain afraid of places and roles that have their own gravity. Corrosive influence. I grew up with people stealing my sense of self. The idea every scrap of identity I’ve ever fought for could be erased with a single mistake is a fear I’ll probably always carry. [6/6]
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