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incognitopolls · 1 month
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penelopwgarcia · 8 months
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being a only child is like. I'm the eldest. I'm the responsible one. I need to live up to their expectations. I'm their baby. I know everything. I don't know anything that matters. I'm their golden child. I'm their biggest disappointment. I'm nothing like my parents. I'm the worst version of my parents. I'm the exact copy of my parents. I miss them. I can't stand being on the same house for more than a week. They love me. They regret me. I get everything they can offer. I get their whole attention. I can't do anything wrong. I can't fail. I inherited every flaw they have. I'm a mistake. If they fight it's my fault. Everything is my fault. I'm not that important. I'm everything for them. They don't need me the way I need them. They raised me and now they expect me to be somebody else different from them. I'm nothing without them. I'm my own person. I can be everything I want to be. I can't cross their beliefs. When they die I'll be alone. I have been alone since I was born.
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hellstreak · 11 months
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eclipsedbluemoon · 2 years
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You know what's exhausting? Always having to empathise with your mother. Even when you don't want to. Because you think it's your fault that she is feeling the way she is, that you should be the one fixing whatever is wrong in her life even when you warned her before she went ahead and screwed it up for herself, having to hear that she feels guilty for all that she puts me through but not actually doing anything to change it, but still thinking I've too many expectations from her cause she has been through so much. I always wonder if I shouldn't be the understanding one and that I should get to throw a temper tantrum and not have it be invalidated by her but I always go back to feeling evil for thinking that my problems are even remotely as hard as hers. I promise myself and her that I will help her through whatever steps she takes in the future as difficult as it may get but when she takes steps back again, I lose hope and the energy to support her the next time she begins or even actually goes through with it . After all this, I still feel guilty expecting so much from her and say that it will take time for her to get past mental blocks and her trauma and that I should be ready to take every step with her whenever she is ready. It always, always goes from being furious to making excuses for her actions and her decisions and I realise how much I keep hurting myself and blaming myself for things I don't even do.
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pahaadonkidhoop · 10 months
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i genuinely believe that calling someone your "sardi ki dhoop" is quite possibly the highest level of complement you can ever give a person, that once a person becomes your "sardi ki dhoop" jaisa, there's no going back really, and it hurts oh so much, and holy fuck
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wierdshenanigans · 6 months
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Sick of y'all acting like being an only child is easy. Imagine having no competition and still being your parents' least favorite child.
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thefugitivesaint · 6 months
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''Only Child'' by Patricia Wallace, 1985
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aroha-scape · 3 months
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Have I ever mentioned I am an only child?
There's an unfair responsibility that comes with being an only child. You grow up knowing you aren't allowed to disappoint, you're not even allowed to die. There isn't a replacement toddling around; you're it. It makes you desperate to be flawless, and it also makes you drunk with the power. 
Sometimes I realize that being an only child has made me simultaneously clingy and distant, a being that craves being hugged but is also so used to not having physical attention that when I receive it, it feels foreign and I startle or tense, then crave more when a brief hug or touch ends
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zee-rambles · 2 years
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So it occurred to me that both Leo and Sonic have abandonment issues while Dewey wants to be more independent and stand out.
Also, I’ve given up on matching the style of the middle bros respective shows/movies. Hoping the new style fits better.
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diacripticcomplex · 21 days
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Can you do the kids fic for Reiji x Yui's kids?
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My head canon for a Reiji x Yui child:
-They would have a daughter who is very androgynous. But identifies as she/her.
-Reiji is the second oldest, he knows what it’s like having sibling rivalry and because of this he only has one child.
-His daughter enjoys a lot of “lady like” activities.
-Was raised to be the perfect house wife but also an independent gal.
-Enjoys dressing in men’s clothing, it’s more comfortable for her figure and height.
-She’s taller than her mother (Yui’s tiny self >u< lol) she’s about 5’6.
-She’s actually flat chested forreal, A cup to the point she doesn’t even wear bras, what’s the point?
-Has incredible manners and social skills.
-Plays the violin much to Reiji’s dissatisfaction, so now she only plays around her mom.
(Comment a name for her please)
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cryinginmyroomsposts · 8 months
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Everyone talks about the independent eldest daughter (rightfully so). Still, we should also talk about us single daughters who have had to be the son and daughter of the house while also being the parents to our parents and ourselves. We grow up having no one else to rely on and learning to do everything on our own to avoid being a burden. We are the girls who live so much in our heads that we feel like the loneliness is a lifelong companion we are born with. We are the girls who don't need to and cannot ask for help because we learn very early on that only they are going to be there for themselves. This is for the single daughters who constantly feel misunderstood and always alone.
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tweetsofyj · 8 months
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pahaadonkidhoop · 8 months
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when dr. derek shepherd said "you were like coming up for fresh air. it's like i was drowning and you saved me." and when andrew garfield said "she was like a shot of espresso. she's like being bathed in sunlight." and when park said "she looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."
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spaceacepoet · 11 months
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Y'all be talking about "oldest child syndrome that" and "youngest child syndrome this"
This post goes out to all the (L) only children with divorced parents who slipped through the cracks of fantasy, confusion, and reality.
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ylaka · 4 months
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When are we gonna talk about the loneliness and the melancholy about being an only child, growing up all alone?
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There’s only child discourse happening on Twitter, so I feel the need to state clearly that being an only child was an incredible experience that has shaped my life in beautiful ways. While it’s likely I would have loved any siblings I could have had, I’m also very grateful to have been an only child!
People acting like being an only child is an evil thing to do to your child and you’re deficient if you don’t have siblings or you should stand out as weird (“oh wow I NEVER would have guessed you’re an only child!”) has done far more harm to me than being an only child did. Please don’t be weird to the only children or parents of only children in your life!
And like, I’m so happy for folks with strong and positive sibling relationships, but there’s no guarantee that having a sibling will mean that you have that sort of relationship. It’s not a binary of “siblings vs. no siblings,” but rather a spectrum based on how many siblings you have, the age gaps between them, their genders, everyone’s personalities, etc. I really wish folks with siblings would take this spectrum view instead of a binary one, because I think the binary is what leads to all the weird and blatantly unfair judgement for people who are or have only one child.
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