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My mother use to hit me hey. La Mama use to become stressed at work and come home and the smallest thing would set her off. I think thats the root of my anxiety and perfectionism. Between her and my Dad I was fucked up at a very young age. She stopped one day when...
For the first time she hit me for something that I felt was unfair and I refused to cry because I was so angry. I just stood there not reacting, just looking at her being serious hitting me. She saw the look on my face and stopped. Never did it again..
Last year we had a family meeting where I addressed both her and my Dad& #39;s bullshit. I spoke for three hours straight basically laying out my experiences with their parenting from the time i was four, i have a very good memory, and they were both shook because they thought they...
They were good parents. They apologised. And made the effort to fix our respective relationships but I am turning 34 in a few days. I have been living with this trauma for three decades. And my life has been parallel to theirs all that time and they never knew...
Or even suspected. The only girlfriend of mine they& #39;ve ever met was Zoë because i wasnt about to bring my people into that mess. They dont know my friends. They dont know where I go. Who i hang out with. They know nothing about my life because they never made it an option..
TO go to them about things. My mom tried because she was very open about sex and sexuality growing up but elsewhere? Ha a. That stuff sticks with you. It isnhard to unlearn. Im still doing it even now. Please man. You children are people . Remember that. Know that. Yho.
To add to this, we are fine now. There is still a distance in our relationship but our interactions are much better. My mother acknowledged her faults. And even apoligised for her past behaviours. But the consequences of my early childhood are something Im probably going to be...
Dealing with until the day I day. Be kind to your kids guys.
The funny thing about this is how the healing conversation came about. My mother asked me one day why I was always broke. I told her it was because I was paying for therapy. She then asked me why I was in therapy, hayke after that it was an avalanche.
