That is what happened to my sister. I, on the other hand am a ball of anxiety and depression that over compensates for what I went through in life by being overly accommodating to others. Some of learn to try to be better than those that raised us. Sometimes even that bites us in the ass.
It sucks, it isn’t fair at all, but … this is how generational trauma works, fucked up parents fuck up their kids, who fuck up their kids, etc etc.
Fo what its worth, I believe in you =D
I was raised by narcissists… I did great in school, got multiple college degrees, either excelled at or did decently at every other random hobby or sport or skill my parents demanded I learn… it was never enough for them to even acknowledge that I had done and learned all these things that they never did, that their parents mocked them for not being able to do… never had my opinion respected in the realms of any of these things they negged me into becoming either an expert in or gain advanced knowledge of, compared to them.
Eventually I had a nervous breakdown, and went no contact. Lots of therapy. Lots of work on reframing my view of myself… realizing that their insane standards were in fact insane, massively hypocritical… learning how to love and respect myself, learning my way out of impostor syndrome, affirmations, meditation, focusing on simple things that make me happy, on recognizing my own achievements.
And hell, sometimes it still comes back, and I have a bad day, feel like I am a failure… it isn’t easy.
Kudos to you for recognizing it and even trying to become better, I think you’re doing great.
But at the same time: When you recognize your own trauma responses kicking in… its ok to take a step back, give yourself some space, say a few ‘gooosfrabas’, breathe slowly and with intent, whatever works for you personally.
For a while, for me, journalling helped a lot. No matter how minor or seemingly inconsequential, just once a week write down everything you managed to do.
I found that a lot of even … seemingly basic things, like… making and sticking to a budget plan, paying bills on time, doing regular minor excercise, making a decently healthy meal plan… these things are actually shockingly uncommon amongst the broader population, and if you can clear those hurdles alone, you’re being more responsible than… basically the majority of the US adult population, haha, so you can and should give yourself credit for all the little things.
I get where you’re coming from but I still disagree with your position. An internet conversation is not the same as a meeting in real life. I like most people here because I don’t have to see them or have to be around them.
I see it as a way to exchange information and opinions and as a way to escape from reality. Sometimes that goes off the rails and devolves into shitposting. Social media is a misnomer, it should be parasocial media.
OTOH, I don’t have a twitter account (nor Insta, nor FB, nor TikTok, nor whatever-new-hip-platform), so maybe I’m just fucking antisocial and wished I weren’t.
OTOH, I don’t have a twitter account (nor Insta, nor FB, nor TikTok, nor whatever-new-hip-platform), so maybe I’m just fucking antisocial and wished I weren’t.
not sure what’s going on here. you wished you were social so that you can stand to use social media?
regardless, you’re on this platform, but it’s a lot more anonymous than any of the others. which i don’t use either because a) it’s 99% dreck; and b) anything “good” from there is reposted here anyway (along with the dreck, but whatever)
Hating peoples isn’t a reason to not share thoughts. That makes zero sense.
You are assume this post is validation and that sort of shit where people project their own motivations onto others is why I feel the same way as the person in the meme and can be the motivation to post.
“i hate people”
posts on twitter to get validation from people
It’s not that uncommon to want validation from people you hate. Ask anyone with narcissistic parents.
As a person with narcissistic parents:
Grow up, get over it, learn how to validate yourself.
Otherwise you will become a judgemental, attention seeking, never affirmation giving narcissist as well.
That is what happened to my sister. I, on the other hand am a ball of anxiety and depression that over compensates for what I went through in life by being overly accommodating to others. Some of learn to try to be better than those that raised us. Sometimes even that bites us in the ass.
Yep.
It sucks, it isn’t fair at all, but … this is how generational trauma works, fucked up parents fuck up their kids, who fuck up their kids, etc etc.
Fo what its worth, I believe in you =D
I was raised by narcissists… I did great in school, got multiple college degrees, either excelled at or did decently at every other random hobby or sport or skill my parents demanded I learn… it was never enough for them to even acknowledge that I had done and learned all these things that they never did, that their parents mocked them for not being able to do… never had my opinion respected in the realms of any of these things they negged me into becoming either an expert in or gain advanced knowledge of, compared to them.
Eventually I had a nervous breakdown, and went no contact. Lots of therapy. Lots of work on reframing my view of myself… realizing that their insane standards were in fact insane, massively hypocritical… learning how to love and respect myself, learning my way out of impostor syndrome, affirmations, meditation, focusing on simple things that make me happy, on recognizing my own achievements.
And hell, sometimes it still comes back, and I have a bad day, feel like I am a failure… it isn’t easy.
Kudos to you for recognizing it and even trying to become better, I think you’re doing great.
But at the same time: When you recognize your own trauma responses kicking in… its ok to take a step back, give yourself some space, say a few ‘gooosfrabas’, breathe slowly and with intent, whatever works for you personally.
For a while, for me, journalling helped a lot. No matter how minor or seemingly inconsequential, just once a week write down everything you managed to do.
I found that a lot of even … seemingly basic things, like… making and sticking to a budget plan, paying bills on time, doing regular minor excercise, making a decently healthy meal plan… these things are actually shockingly uncommon amongst the broader population, and if you can clear those hurdles alone, you’re being more responsible than… basically the majority of the US adult population, haha, so you can and should give yourself credit for all the little things.
I get where you’re coming from but I still disagree with your position. An internet conversation is not the same as a meeting in real life. I like most people here because I don’t have to see them or have to be around them.
I see it as a way to exchange information and opinions and as a way to escape from reality. Sometimes that goes off the rails and devolves into shitposting. Social media is a misnomer, it should be parasocial media.
OTOH, I don’t have a twitter account (nor Insta, nor FB, nor TikTok, nor whatever-new-hip-platform), so maybe I’m just fucking antisocial and wished I weren’t.
not sure what’s going on here. you wished you were social so that you can stand to use social media?
regardless, you’re on this platform, but it’s a lot more anonymous than any of the others. which i don’t use either because a) it’s 99% dreck; and b) anything “good” from there is reposted here anyway (along with the dreck, but whatever)
i think hating all other people is one of the things we can all agree on and empathize with.
“In the beginning the universe was created. This made a lot of people very unhappy and has widely been regarded as a bad move”
Hating peoples isn’t a reason to not share thoughts. That makes zero sense.
You are assume this post is validation and that sort of shit where people project their own motivations onto others is why I feel the same way as the person in the meme and can be the motivation to post.
LOL ok
good luck finding that one person who hates everyone except you
I don’t hate people. Just the ones I can’t get away from by pressing a button.