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saramackenzie1982 · 1 year
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I said what I said. I'm not saying encouragement isn't important. It is. But when it comes to indie, people put words in your mouth. They try to pretend they know how you feel. They dismiss the experience and wonder how you could be a downer or get into trouble often. And you're all probably thinking I'm not doing anything for my sales or I'm not doing enough to ask my friends and family. I added that info for a reason. Did you know that 98% of them don't care? That I take that other 2% with great pride? It's not a lot, but it's mine. I'm still an author. Mental illness is real. Abusive families exist. Trauma isn't a joke. Words do hurt. They run deep into our subconscious. And by not looking to change the system from the bottom up, our integrity means nothing. Actions change the world, because we've already broken trust. #TraumaSurvivor #DysfunctionalFamily #NarcissisticParent #NarcissisticAbuse #Empaths #PeoplePleaser #GrowingUpAbused #Unkindness #NeverEnough #TurnTheWorldAround #DidYouKnow #WishesDontComeTrue #ThereIsNoHappyEnding #LifeIsADisease #ChooseCarefully #PickYourPoison #HelpOrHinder #TheOppositeOfLoveIsIndifference #SupportLocal #SupportIndie #NoIntimidation #IndieAuthors #WrappedInTheRaysOfTheSun https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp28w0DJDfo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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stinkgh · 5 years
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#GrowingUpAbused
When I was 10 years old my mother suddenly decided I was grown. "That's the age that all of this stops." No more toys, no more cartoons, no more sleep-overs, no more friends, no more play.
She confiscated all my toys- my Barbie tour bus, my hot wheels track sets, my race cars, my entire toy chest; and she got rid of them.
A year later she burned my favorite books in the front yard along with my Gameboy and all of my games, smashed my GameCube, and told me I was never allowed to touch or look at anything that wasn't a school book ever again. That, however, was a punishment. The offense? I was temporarily failing a class off of one missed assignment.
Long story short, my mother never let me have anything for more than a hot minute and I learned very fast that my things were not really mine at all. She bought them and she could take them away whenever she wanted to. That's just how it worked in our household.
That little 10 year old girl is still hurt to this day, and she's now 27 years old. There's a hole in my heart from losing what could have been the most wonderful part of my childhood because I was raised by a narcissistic mother who was raised in an equally abusive household where adults never grasped the simple concept that children are allowed to play. What are your children doing at 10, 11, and 12 years old? What kind of surgery are the performing? What kind of ailments are they healing? What kind of jobs are they working, bills are they paying, that you suddenly decide they are grown?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!
Let your children be children. I wish my mother gave me more of a chance to be a fucking child. Jesus fucking Christ. Now here I am now at 27, overwhelmed with therapy and needing to buy panda onesies, stuffed animals, cute bottles and sippy cups, and anything else my little regressing heart wants because I am grieving something I lost 17 years ago: my fucking childhood.
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69420angrycrabs · 7 years
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that feeling in your stomach when your mom passive aggressively sighs at you from another room #growingupabused
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alecianichelle-blog · 8 years
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My childhood
I'm not as normal as people think I am. I don't tend to bring this stuff up much.As a child I grew up with my family on a military base life seamed so perfect until I was behind closed doors. My dad was abusive even before I was born, to my mom,sisters,and his ex wife. I was abused my entire childhood till I was about 13.He was put in jail and still he continued he never learned, that was until my mom threatened with divorce papers.That was awhile back tho and he doesn't seam to care about that to much anymore. We live in the same house but don't talk much but that ends quickly when he starts drinking he's always in my room in my face screaming.never ends well. I don't want to get into to much detail but...Yeah
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