#evil parents

[furiousgoldfish]

When you're a child of the abuse, your caretakers punish you for ever showing your true feelings; they teach you to put up a front, to pretend you're fine, to play along, to never open up. More over, they teach you that nobody cares for whatever you have inside, and that if you ever do open up, you will be unlovable and despised for it.

So, when you, for the first time, find someone who makes you feel comfortable and safe enough that you consider opening up about what's going on inside you, it feels big. it feels like the most risky, most dangerous, most important thing in your life is about to happen. And you're nervous, and scared, and jittery, and you're so worried that this person is going to instantly hate you, and prove your parents right. You're even trying to get ready for it, to be shut down and despised.

But you can't stop it. Once you've been holding your feelings back for so long, and get once chance to say them out loud, they almost want to tear themselves out of you, you need this, so badly, you're willing to risk everything, just for a chance to be seen and not hated. If there's even a slight chance, you go ahead and do it. Even if it makes you feel like you're making the biggest mistake, like it will be punished and end up in shambles, you go for it. You risk everything for friendship, for connection. For a chance to have your parents proven wrong.

Opening up for the first time is about as vulnerable as you can get as an abused kid, and if you're met with gentleness and warmth, this will mean everything to you. To have put yourself in a position where someone could have hurt you badly, and they didn't, it means the world. It's what creates a bond of trust and freedom, a chance and a hope for you that you can keep doing it, keep existing and being known without being despised, it's what you hold onto in order to survive the rest of your life. Some abused kids would go very, very far in order to keep this, to have something to hold on to.

I want you to know, that it's mostly abused kids who are risking so much by opening up, and having to become this level of vulnerable and attached to the first person who will acknowledge them. Abused, neglected, ignored and emotionally abandoned kids will in general, show far greater gratitude for attention and a positive response, and will go very far to preserve and keep it, making us a very easy target for grooming.

When you first get acknowledged like this, know that this person isn't the only one who sees the good in you. You do not owe them everything, even if they were the first one who made you feel like a human being. I know this meant everything to you, and it was the most special moment for you, and nobody can take that away from you. But keep in mind that this isn't an exception, this is how all of the people should be. Nobody should be shutting you down, nobody should be telling you that you're not special, not valuable, or not lovable. Or that your feelings aren't valuable or worthy of being expressed. Those are grooming lines. You were fine all along. And everyone should get to help you see it, not just one isolated person who is in a position to take advantage of it.

#reblog if you got groomed by the first person who accepted you #abusive parents #child abuse #child neglect #abuse aftermath #abuse making children vulnerable to groomers #neglectful parents #toxic parents #evil parents #trying to make the kid feel unworthy of connection #setting them up for trauma bonding

[dragonstepp]

Cummittees for we older folks who are liberal and interested

I like the idea of communties, especially for we older folks.

I was born in 1940. My mother married my dad in 1938, after I was born, WW II started, my dad moved us to Los Angeles where my dad tried to join the military and join the war, he was not allowed in because of his wearing glasses, and me. We moved to Las Vegas, a brand-new town building up out of the desert and near Hoover Dam, where he was an architectect and builder, and helped to build Las Vegas out of the desert floor. My sister was born there in 1943.

My dad was getting known as a builder, and a great help to building Las Vegas. He also build a building to be used by the Church of Christ, which was my mother's religious leaning. After WW II was over, in 1946, men started coming back home, including several uncles, my mother's brothers, and my mother told my dad she wanted to take me and my sister back to Corpus Christi, TX, to see her brothers, my uncles. I remember well the train trips from Los Angeles to Corpus Christi, and the many servicemen that were with us. Yes, they loved this little girl of about 5 years old.

After a while, my mother refused to return to her husband, my dad. I am aware that my grandmother was on my side, felt sorry for me as I was definitely my daddy's girl, but of no use. My dad, as a man, was taken up by a woman in Las Vegas, and being a man during those days, was caught up with her. As my mother has informed him that she was not going to return, and Joyce tricked my dad into believing she was pregnant (it was learned later that she was incapable of having children), my mother allowed my dad to get a divorce. The church threw him out. My mother that he bitched that he would not even send her her iron. My sister and I lost all our toys and things because of the loss of our home. We did own our home in a place called Huntridge. I remember the house and the toys and the tub of water when both Patti and I got the measles, then the mumps, one after the other. I remember it all.

Moving forward a many years, my mother married a second time, then they had two children, and Patti and I were left behind as being not his children. In the meantime, we had been led to believe our daddy didn't want us any longer. Patti was young enough not to remember him, but I wasn't, and I was definitely a daddy's girl.

My sister caught fire in 1957. She was burned badly (she did survive, but that is a different story), and my mother contacted my dad. I never got over him, though I was angry because I thought he didn't want me, and after I got out of high school, I moved to Las Vegas to meet and be with him.

Joyce, his second wife, was not a friend of mine. One of her sisters had a daughter Sharon, who taught me how to smoke. I got my first job in Vegas, and lived a pretty good life. But I started drinking. I had my first child in 1961, went back to Corpus, had my step-father theatren to rape me because I had a child out of marriage, and I went back to LV with my daughter. I worked in some of the casinos as change girls, started drinking, and ended up at a dude ranch outside the city where I was a barmaid and a cook, and lived there. I was really drinking by then, had an abortion, had a second child, and moved back to CC in 1964. By then the 60s movement was in full stride. JFK had been murdered, and I was trying to raise two children by myself. I had a good job, but my drinking was out of hand, I gave my two children up to forage, and took over as management of a merchant seaman's bar in late 1964. During the year of 1965, I gave up my two girls for adoption.

Drinking alcohol was my choice during the next few years. I was all involved over the war in Vietnam, drinking, sleeping around, and moving from place to place in 1968. I had had a child in 1967, gave it up for adoption, moved with a couple of friends to Biloxi, MS, got pregnanted one more time, moved to Wichita Falls, TX, had a seond child in 1969, and finally moved back to Corpus Christi, where I tried to find work. I got there, but I didn't stop drinking, and eventually found another job, which I lost because of my drinking. I went to work as a change person, stopped drinking in 1973 because of the alcohol, moved to Austin in 1975, and got real work.

I was at the University of Texas for well over 22 years, and also worked in radio where I programmed Celtic music, and because of the p roblems of women being discriminated against women, finally went into early retirement in 2003. I did some cleaning of apartments for a friend of mine, but when it became difficult for me, stopped, and moved into assisted housing in 2009.

I served on the Board of Directors, put up with a lot of changes of the apartment complex, went suicidal (fourth time over the years), got psysological help in 2019, had a nervous breakdown in 2020, then Covid came along which kept me penned up, wrote my autobiography. In 2021, I started drinking again. I drink my scotch every day, not enough to get drunk (though that happened once because of some music and memories coming together) and drink a few drams every day. I was going to quit smoking, but decided I don't want to do that.

I fight all the time for my rights as a human being, as a woman, for fairness for all. I am a liberal Democrat, support a couple of organizations that help people, and keep up with politics, to my sorrow. I have found Acorn TV and British shows. It keeps me calm. I take an antianxiety pill, in spite of mixing it with alcohol. I have overcome suicide attempts, a life with liars about my father, been able to have him as a friend before he died in 1984, and never been in love or tied myself to anyone. I am independent, survive by my own wits.

And yes, I fell in love with Sam because he is the man I might have been able to survive with half a lifetime (mine) ago. And no, I use common sense, and I know he can not ever be in love with me, and in fact, does not even know I exist. There are reasons why he moved me so much,

If these communities are brought to reality, I know there are other folks in my age group who would be interested. I expect to live a long time. In fact, I have overcome so many things that I believe I must be immortal.

I love this site. It has people who believe as I do, that everyone is equal, has the right for their sexuality, their lifestyle, their habits, their hobbies, their caring for the general population. I love you all, so don't judge me for loving Sam.

Could have used him when I was his age that he is now, and I am well beyond.

Comments and criticisms welcome. But be careful unless you have walked in my shoes.

Carol in Austin

#bad childhood #evil parents #alcohol #cigarettes #sam heughan #scotland #biden #survival

[ayaofthedawn]

Rag Doll

(October 27, 2011 9:27 pm est) I am tired of being your rag doll. I have spread myself far and wide for people who I could never say no to I have been a rag doll for many men A slave willingly offering my feminine sexuality Offering the opening of myself to be engulfed for nothing by nothing Its because of you mother, my natural predator, I was born to my enemy Having to grow up and learn that’s…

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#alice miller #Alone #Artist #awakening #Bad Mother #beating #Being the oldest #child abuse #cinderella #courage to find yourself #Daughter of Narcissistic Mother #Evil #evil mother #Evil Parents #hatred towards parents #healing process #horrible step father #Narcissist #narcissistic mother #poems from daughters of narcissistic mothers #processing pain through your body #psychology #PTSD #rage #ritual abuse #sadness #sex addict parents #trauma

[herr-aka-somecutenerd]

okay, I'm not defending evil parents ofc, but I've been watching these videos about police arresting bad parents and the dictor is like "look at her reaction, instead of being hysterical about her child being missing, she's calm and laughs with the officer"

okay listen here, uhm, how about people have different reactions? haven't heard about that? a person doesn't have to cry their eyes to grieve, you don't fucking know what they feel deep inside, laughing and being calm can be a coping mechanism, stop making people evil for that GODDAMMIT

#herr rants #bad parents #evil parents

[bli-o]

hey autistic people who get overwhelmed by large groups or noise or conversation or etc etc etc you’re not evil for wanting to leave a family gathering. just so you know.

#additionally hard when you have no diagnosis #people just think im “antisocial” and “rude” #while im over here completely burnt out #because the whole room is talking and the tv is loud and all the lights are on and every kid in the house is shrieking about something #and whoever you came with(looking at you parents) acts like you’re evil and hate your family when you even ask when you’re leaving #autism #actually autistic #autistic #autism spectrum disorder #autistic things #asd #autistic community #undiagnosed autistic #undiagnosed neurodivergent #undiagnosed autism #neurodiversity #neurodivergent #neurodiverse stuff #neurospicy #neurodivergence #neurodivergencies

[mydairpercabeth]

More Baby Annabeth thoughts to ruin your day:

In the show, Echidna explains that monsters trach demigods by smelling their fear; it’s part of the hunt. Once a demigod is aware of who they are and why they’re in danger, monsters will come for them. Annabeth was constantly hunted by monsters from the age of 5. MEANING THIS LITTLE BABY ANGLE WAS SCARED AND ALL HER STEPMOTHER AND FATHER DID WAS MAKE HER FEEL LIKE ITS HER FAULT!!! SHE WAS SO ALIENATED FOR TWO YEARS AND BLAMED HERSELF!!!

#SHES MY DAUGHTER #LIKE I OFFICIALLY HAVE CUSTODY THATS MY BABY #SHE SHOULD BE AT THE CHUCK E CHEESE #SHE SHOULD BE PLAYING WITH LEGOS #NOT SCARED #EVERY ADULT FAILED HER #MY POOR BABY #i took a break for 72 hours only to go back to sobbing about annabeth chase #annabeth chase #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #fredrick chase #evil stepmother #athena #terrible parents #percy jackson the lightning thief #pjo tv #percy series #pjo tv show #percabeth #leah sava jeffries

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

good dad, good daughter

#ethan winters #eveline re7 #eveline is back AU #resident evil #resident evil fanart #rebhfun #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #resident evil biohazard #re7 #resident evil 7 #ethan wants to give her a very good childhood #full of fun and a active parent figure

[guerobladecruz]

Here it is

#abusive parents #abuse #emotional abuse #abuse mention #evil #evil parents #Mexican #breaking mexican stereotypes #youtumblr #toxic behavior #toxic mom #toxic household #toxico #toxica

[batcavescolony]

Bruce is immortal until Tim Drake says so, oh you wanna kill Bruce Wayne? Nope Tim will do anything in his power to stop you/drag Bruce back to life, he pulled that emotionally complicated, depressed, piece of shit back from the edge and only HE gets to kill him.

#Bruce: °dies° #Tim: HEY HEY HEY DID I SAY YOU COULD DIE!?! NO GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE #Bruce's soul: °pops back into his body° #comics #dc comics #robin #tim drake #batman #bruce wayne #red robin #its the reverse of •i put you in this world and i can take you out• thats parents usually say #dick grayson #jason todd #batman comics #batman and robin #and in turn tim gets a little leash put on him. he can't go off the deep end Bruce would be mad 🙄 and he doesn't want to be evil.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Cave boy Danny. What if he offhandedly mentions his parents being THERE (as in not dead) and being Doctors (not the same kind of doctors Bruce's parents are) and things like that and doesn't realize that the batfam starts thinking that this? This is what's different with this Bruce. He didn't lose his parents and thus does not grow up wanting vengeance, and his parents are similar in personalities but in a different field!

Now Danny is still as casual young Bruce as ever but the others are just freeking out around him.

Things are strange for a while. Danny knows that his actions have caused the Waynes to be....wary around him. Even Jason- who honestly threw a whole ass parade for Gotham in celebration of Joker's death- seemed to be tense around him.

Danny can't really say he blames them. He still doesn't know why Phantom reacted the way it did- a bit alarming. His ghost side marked Joker as a threat from the moment it laid eyes on him- a threat that could not and would not be reasoned with.

His ghost -half attacked, knowing that Joker's existence threatened his core. A core that was created from the desire to keep his friends safe at the moment of his death. (He had known he would die the moment the portal's electricity hit him- and Danny had not been mournful of his end but rather horrified that Tucker or Sam could have followed him to the afterlife. His last thought as a human was Please let me live long enough to keep them safe.)

Never has that happened before- not even when faced with Vlad or Dan. It was strange to watch Phantom attack and not be in equal amounts of control within his body.

Phantom has always felt a part of him but also not. Danny had once tried to explain it to Jaz, only to end up frustrated when she tried to paint Phantom as a different personality that shared the mind-space with Danny.

Danny knows Phantom isn't like that.

He's not another person- Phantom is Danny in the same sense that Danny is alive but dead. For the same reason, Danny is the flipped color scheme of Phantom. They are one, just viewed differently.

Or maybe they saw the world differently?

It's hard to say and even harder to put into words.

The closest Danny could come to explain was an example Tucker gave him. Someone is the same but acts ultimately differently online, even when they aren't trying to catfish someone.

It's the fact they are behind a screen that gives them just the extra amount of courage. Tuck had said.

Ancients, he misses Tuck. His ship is not ready to venture into his Ghost Zone- hell, if Danny is honest, it's barely able to move. He is trying his best to get it working, but it's slow going. Too slow, even with Wayne's generosity.

"Master Brucie," Alfred started, pausing just within the doorframe of Danny's room until invited in. He does that now, keeping to his manners as though Danny was a guest of the Waynes. Not someone who he can be so familiar with.

It stings to know his killing had lost him the right to be treated as a stranger when Alfred had always treated him as young Bruce Wayne the moment he was found.

"Yes?" He asks, trying to smile. It falls flat, but it's worth the effort.

Alfred's face stays impassive, and Danny tries to tell himself that he doesn't care. He's not a young Bruce Wayne. He wants nothing to do with the Wyanes'.

"There are more gifts for you." The bulter says. "Shall I bring them to your room?"

Danny has received a lot of fan mail since his actions were leaked to the public. Everyone knew that Joker was taken out by Danny Kane. And there wasn't a single person in Gotham who hadn't been hurt or known someone injured by the madman.

He is being praised as a hero.

For murder.

Danny can't find it in himself to feel guilty about it. Joker needed to die. He had too many chances to change, and too many people got hurt.

"That's okay. I'll go downstairs and look through them. I feel like watching a movie anyway." He shrugs his shoulders while strolling to the door in his lazy stride.

Alfred steps out of his way, bowing ever so slightly. "Very good sir."

Sir.

That stings.

Danny doesn't bring it up or mention that Alfred keeps a safe space between them. Not enough that it would be rude, but definitely one of a servant following a master instead of a man who thought him the younger version of his son.

When they arrive at the room, he is surprised to find a white shipping cart filled to the brim with packages and letters waiting for him. Standing beside the cart, flipping through the envelopes, is Tim.

He has yet to see much of Tim. Not since Danny proved his doubts weren't as unfound as Danny actively tried to convince the other teen of.

No time like the present.

"Hey, Tim." He calls just to mentally get the other prepared for his approach. As expected, Tim whips around with a narrow eye-ed glare that does nothing to hide his distaste for Danny. Alfred follows them into the room but stays by the door at an appropriate distance. "Anything good?"

"Good, how?" Tim bites, and Danny fights to not roll his eyes.

"I don't know. Maybe a letter from my mom saying I'm a good boy or another football from dad-"

"I beg your pardon?" Alfred cuts him off- which, okay, that's never happened before. The butler has never overstepped his position- even when they thought him harmless little Brucie- to talk over him.

Danny turns to find the man pasty white, looking both cautiously overjoyed and wishful. "Did you make a joke about your parents, Master Brucie?"

"Ugh, Yeah? Why?"

"Young sir, are- are your parents alive?"

Danny is floored by the choked-up emotion in that one sentence that all he can do is nod. Tim drops the package he was checking over, his jaw slacked, and staring at Danny like having parents was the answer of the universe.

"Thomas and Martha Wayne are alive in your universe.." Tim all but breaths. "They are alive and have more than one kid."

"Why is that a big deal?" Danny asks, unable to himself. "What happened to Bruce's parents here?"

"Master Thomas was a doctor," Alfred says, ignoring Danny's question. But he now hears the answer in the past tense when referring to Bruce's parents. "Is he still in your world?"

"Yes, and so is my mom." PHD doctors, but they don't need to know that.

"That's why you like this." Tim slumps into the chair closest to him. Danny is mightily alarmed that he seems pale now. "That's why you don't know anything about Batman. He was never inspired. You....you really are a civilian."

Danny will deny that he fleed the room when Tim burst into tears till the day he died. He does not look back even when Alfred yells for his return. He has outstayed his welcome.

He slips into his room, grabs anything not nailed down with any form of technology, and then activates his intangibility. He sinks down down, and down, to the caves. He knows where the Bats work, knows where to go from his nights where he tried to work on ship.

He flies in that direction, knowing he will never see the Waynes again. Not after realizing how much pain his lies have unwillingly caused.

Master Post Link

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #cave boy #part 7 #Tim is sad that Danny is what Bruce could have been #evil or good Bruce always lost his parents #Alfred was also shocked. #Danny is running

[ikiprian]

yeah yeah, jason todd’s dip in the ecto-lazarus pit changed something in him irrevocably, enough that he feels a resonance with fellow living-dead danny we’ve all been there

but you know who else has been killed and was revived by the lazarus pit? another member of the batfamily, a fellow hero, world class fighter, stubbornly believes in second chances and redemption? cassandra motherfuckin’ cain

#WRITE HER IN YOU COWARDS!!!! #dpxdc #dcxdp #cassandra cain #danny fenton #shes SO cool shes SO interesting. she holds herself to impossible standards she was killed by her brother whom she tried to save #shes ruthless and relentless and she projects onto every killer she sees hyperempathetic #and the whole fight that kills her shes like LET ME HELP YOU PLEASE #please read batgirl (2000) if you guys like fucked up resurrection stuff and parents bring evil and defiance of fate you’ll love cass #kipthought

[bear-vi]

The boy everyone is obsessed with.

#my art #digital art #digital artist #illustration #fanart #artists on tumblr #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #leon s kennedy #ada wong #luis sera navarro #serennedy #aeon #guys what would be the name of luis' shipp with leon and ada? it would be a serennada? lol dunno #my parents here!!!!!!!!!!! crying

[simplyfroggy]

people will say “we can have adult scooby doo, it would look like this ___!” and then literally describe the plot of scooby doo: mystery incorporated

#shaggy and daphne fuck while velma is being chased by a dead monkey #fred is autistic and learns his bio parents are evil masterminds #past colonial genocide is a major plot point in the lore #shaggy gets drafted and scooby kills his troop with a tank #it’s a lot of fun #scooby doo

[bxnnie-bxwl]

"Too dangerous for Gregory"

That child would commit arson over a bowl of Lucky Charms. I believe that Bonnie is actually too safe for Gregory to be around

KSDGFSD YEAHH gregory is a menace...a true troublemaker...BONNIE is not safe around gregory-

#JHFDGFSD #evil!bonnie will never catch a break around this kid #hes trying to be a parent but to this gremlin of a child its not easy #art #fnaf #fnaf security breach #evil!bonnie #fnaf au #fnaf gregory #glamrock bonnie

[chronicowboy]

devastated myself with thoughts of arthur, gwen and merlin raising a little girl as heir to the throne. you know gwen would be so excited when she met her, and she'd be such a good mother i literally can't think about it too much or i'll die but she'd teach her how to be kind and compassionate but never ever take anyone's shit. and arthur. well arthur's scared at first because he doesn't really get girls (or that's what he hides behind when actually he's just terrified he doesn't know how to be a father) like morgana could swordfight but she was still what he considered "girly", so what does that mean? but he loves her desperately, she's his pride and joy, so of course he gets the blacksmith to make her a little sword for her tiny hands and starts teaching her how to fight. maybe it ends in silly games half the time because she's just a kid and arthur never really got to be one but it's fun and it's perfect and it's happy. merlin watches from the sidelines fond and proud and so full of love he can barely breathe with it. when she gets a little older arthur starts letting her train with the knights so she can learn different fighting styles and they all let her win when she starts looking tired and they die very dramatic deaths just to make her giggle. and merlin. merlin would quite literally make mountains fall to make that little girl happy. he performs every trick she asks and takes her to meet aithusa at least once a week and maybe even teaches her a spell or two. and arthur watches this from the sidelines so fond and proud and full of love that he aches and he wonders how he ever thought this was evil - how he ever thought merlin wasn't this man who would conjure butterflies with the snap of his fingers just to see a little girl smile. and do you see it? how the power throuple of camelot becomes The parenting unit of all time?

#sami rambles #she's called morgan... #also bonus points if she actually is magic and merlin teaches her and arthur freaks out about it so much bc like. ingrained biases. #but two of the people he loves most have this special gift so really how could it ever be evil #ANYWAY #i just think gwen and arthur and merlin would make a fantastic parental unit and i want to cry #bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #guinevere #merthur #gwenthur #merlin x arthur #merlin x arthur x gwen #gwen x arthur #mergwenthur

[alfabusa]

The Kevin plush campaign is FINALLY LIVE, coming out inbefore the fourth chapter of Hunter: The Parenting later today!

It’ll be available for 21 days and comes-prepackaged with all the hate and loathing you could EVER drink!

https://www.makeship.com/products/kevin-plush-1

#hunter: the parenting #world of darkness #vampire: the masquerade #tremere #kevin #vampire wizard #evil and fucked up #do not sleep next to him risk of strangulation