And it’s shitty that I was considered mature and praised for those things, and all of those characteristics have translated into me being an immature, “bad adult.”
Now I
Have difficulty making a keeping friends
Can’t act without permission/am dependent on others for direction
Am terrible at communicating
Have no agency/personal compass
It’s a really difficult thing for people who were abused as children to grapple with.
What made us good children make us bad adults.
what i mean: we live in an overtly sexual culture that doesn't recognize sensual and aesthetic attraction as separate from sexual desire and as an ace individual i am incapable of expressing my appreciation for someone's beauty in a simple way that doesn't have a sexual connotation please bear with me
There are so many cool people on tumblr with whom I want to talk, wait … ah, that’s right. I forgot that I am awkward potato who can’t write to anyone without making it creepy.