Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
This is to all the parents out there:
1.Just because you are older than us does not mean you can never be wrong, don’t justify your mistakes by saying that you are older than us and therefore deserve the respect.
2.Don’t take out your work stress on your kids. Don’t tell them that they are a burden and don’t make them lose their confidence because they can’t meet up with your expectations
3.Let them be who they really are. If they want to dance in public let them, let them love whoever they want. Support them and be there for them even when the world thinks they are going bonkers. Help them be who they truly are.
4.When a kid says they are depressed or down don’t say “all the kids are depressed” listen to them, help them become better. They are your kids, your responsibility don’t make them feel even worse because of your lack of mental health awareness
5.Don’t ask your kids to be grateful to them. You brought them in this world, it is your duty to provide for them, make them respect you instead of forcing them to be grateful to you.
I wish people knew how my parents were behind the scenes
shoutout to all the kids with good people as bad parents. the parents who were sympathetic, honest and kind to everyone until you were the next in line. the parents who loved the entire family except you. the parents who preached about acceptance, warmth and kindness, but never offered it to you. the parents who were understanding to friends, cousins or siblings, but not to their own children. the cognitive dissonance is surreal, but i promise it is not a reflection of your own worth. you deserve more.
My therapist says I don’t really have the right to be angry at my parents because they accept that I’m trans when it’s not generally accepted.
I’ve grown up in fear of them because of how bad the verbal and physical abuse was/is (mostly while I was younger).
I just can’t agree. I know how lucky I am. I’m on T as a minor. I’m literally blessed. I also know how I felt as a five year old, running from my dad, multiple times a week, as he chased after me, screaming how he’s going to kill me, and trying to often.
It’s a weird combination. One saved my life, the other ruined it. I’m so grateful, but I also will forever hate them (my mom for defending my dad no matter what, and hiding his actions from others like police and DYFS).
I feel like no one can really relate to this but I feel guilt for my anger/hatred/not forgiving them because of how accepting they are. It’s so weird.