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i will never forget about the time i went to the mall with two of my friends and during lunch one of them came out to my mom as nonbinary. so when we stood up to leave after we finished eating my mom said "alright, let's get our shop on, they/thems!"
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coppertophomegurl · 11 months
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Having a lot of thoughts this m*thers day.
I HATE the way the mormon church automatically assigns m*therhood to all girls/women/afabs.
M*ther's Day at church always looked like making ALL the girls and women 12 and older (literal children) stand up while a member of the bishopric/branch presidency placated them with meaningless missives of gratitude and about how being a m*m is the most divine role a woman can hold (🤮🤢) while the young men passed out a cheap little gift to every single women standing.
I thought this tradition wouldn't exist in the singles ward. I was wrong. Same shit again. It was around then (18/19) I realized how gross this felt to me.
I don't want to be a m*ther. EVER. But I didn't even realize I had the choice to opt out of parenthood until I was a full blown adult (fortunately before I had any children) I was literally groomed for m*therhood by the church.
Young women's lessons and activities spent planning out children's names, making baby quilts for our future children (ma'am I am 12 years old. I AM children.) And learning parenting tips and how to be a good stay at home wife/m*ther.
I have such a difficult relationship with m*therhood and the mormon church is the cause for a LOT of it. I've been out of the church for many years now and I am still unpacking and unlearning.
But, damn this time of the year is hard for me.
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waitingforthesunrise · 3 months
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girl tried to write a three paragraph discussion on food. accidentally writes seven page essay on her mother. 17 dead 2938488484 injured
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nanixo · 10 months
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she’s a nice person if you’re not her child….
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nsk96 · 1 month
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Short rant:
I fucking hate living in this house. Every fucking weekend my dad gotta make some kind of fight about something. He sabotaged the freezer a couple weeks ago and now we gotta toss a whole bunch of shit out and my mom can stop ranting at me.
Mom, get a fucking therapist or a journal please, I’m trying to study.
I have an exam on Monday which I’m sure I’m gonna fail now because it’s already 6:40pm and I only covered 10 practice questions.
My door is closed and locked and I can hear their whole fucking argument and him slamming doors. I’m tired of this shit.
I don’t even have privacy in the bathroom. I went to use the main bathroom and then my dad went to use my mom’s bathroom. My mom barged in on me and said “I told you to use mine when he’s home, I don’t want him to use it.”
Well I don’t fucking care anymore, Mom. This is how we live, we all gotta make sacrifices and live with the paranoia of living with this narc man because you decided to stay with him and you made me stay as well.
I may not even survive to see graduation because he has his plans whatever they are and he found his hand gun that we had hidden. You think I care about him using your bathroom? Fuck off
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your f/o would fight any family member, or anyone for that matter, who ever thought about hurting you
if you have a crappy dad? Your f/o would tell him to fuck off or punch him
if you have a crappy mom? Your f/o would put her in her place
your sibling(s)/someone saying something that hits a little too close to home? Your f/o would handle the situation
Your f/o(s) love you, and would do anything for you- even though you can most definitely defend yourself, your f/o would definitely stand up for you no matter what, because they care about you so much. Because your f/os love you, and want to defend you because it hurts them to see you getting treated like that
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summerdreamof2009 · 2 months
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TRIGGER WARNING: CSA, CHILD ABUSE, RAMCOA??
So my mother used to have me act like a dog for periods of time. Putting me on a leash, giving me a shock collar of some kind and punishing me with it if i refused sexual advances from her, making me eat and sit on the floor like a dog, she would do this for a few months then randomly stop. She usually did this over summer break or over winter break. This all happened when I was in pre-school and elementary school. I am struggling to believe in these memories as I am slowly slipping into denial I just can’t believe my mother could be so evil. My mother has ASPD/NPD/Schizophrenia diagnosed I can’t imagine that most of what she did was when she was psychotic like my therapists have suggested in the past, it’s just too organized and calculated to be from someone in full blown psychosis. How can someone be so evil to there own child that they had from an affair is that why she did this to me?? I can’t believe she hated me so much she’d rather abuse me than just abort me
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eveningdawn222 · 1 year
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idk why no one talks about it but there is something so psychologically damaging about having teachers for parents. esp in the us where teachers r expected to be answering emails until 10 at night, where there's no real work-life balence because at some point. at some point you realize you're not really their kid. you're just student who lives in their house. and it's not their fault! you get it, when they can't treat you differently at school, because that would be unfair to the other kids, but at what point do those kids know your parents better than you do? at what point do you look at your mom across the gym during assembly and realize that your mom know her students better than she does you?
and it's always "oh that's so-and-so's kid, i took a pd course with them." and your teachers all know your name before they even call attendance. and your mom says on the car home "your teacher was talking to me about how you've fallen to a b in english." when the other kids barely scraping c's don't even get an email home all year. its learning cursive on the floor of your mother's classroom while she grades until it's dark outside. it's the empty halls of your elementary school being so familiar you can almost feel the carpet beneath your feet but you can't quite remember the color of your childhood home's front door. did we have a fence out front? i can't remember but the layout of my 4th grade classroom is seared into my brain.
and you're only ever around adults because your peers all seem a little too young a little too immature because you're only ever around adults because your peers all seem too young -
but it's always the mantra of "you can't talk about this with your friends" at the dinner table and the disillusionment that comes with realizing you have to keep secrets from your friends because otherwise your mom could lose her job. it's half the school knowing stories about yourself that you don't remember. it's learning algebra before you learn to ride a bike because theres not time for that between early mornings and late nights.
its your dad missing your little sisters birthday three years in a row for a conference on the opposite coast. it's your mom sobbing at the dining room table because the kids are so stressful this year, so you don't ask for help because she's the one who needs it. it's your dad going straight to problem solving when you break down in tears and you can't even be mad because he's the one with the psych degree. obviously he's the one who knows the best about this.
it's "they're trying their best" and "it's the administrations fault" and "the real problem is the system" because you need a parent but you get a teacher. and it's almost enough. she comes to your little league games but when you look up from the field she's turned away, talking to a woman with bleach blonde hair who mispronounces your sisters name.
they sit in the front row for every graduation but yours.
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rainbowbutterfly26 · 3 months
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Mom: (says rude and insensitive things, then berates me for being upset)
Me: (tailspins into depression)
Mom: Honey, I can tell you're struggling recently... is there any way I can help?
Me: (in my head) I don't know, Dr. Jekyll, why don't you ask Mr. Hyde????
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writersmorgue · 11 months
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me to my dad: tomorrow is Mother's Day?
my dad: yeah
me: oh
my dad: gonna send your mom flowers or something?
me: lol no. Are you gonna send your mom flowers?
my dad: she's got plastic ones
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silver-kirsch · 1 year
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Apparently, mum saw scars on my leg/arms last night as well as an eyebrow shaving blade in my room. And she heard the water running a tad bit too long while I was in the bathroom (trynna hide purging sounds)
Her very logical and sound conclusion? I am a devil worshipper trying to replicate a ritual I saw online :)
Aside from the very traumatic confrontation, I feel violated for the fact that she came into my room while I was asleep and lifted my clothes. I sleep with an entire oversized long sleeved pjs set as well as a hoodie and socks under three different blankets. There is no way in hell she could’ve seen any scar without intentionally lifting up my sleeves/pant legs. My scars are also on my v upper arms and shoulders. What the actual fuck is wrong with her?
I want to do smth drastic j to spite her. How fuckin dare she do any of this shit? She violated my boundaries, jumped to a wild ass conclusion then proceeded to threaten me. I feel so fucking sick. I dunno if this counts as abuse or if I’m being dramatic cause I couldn’t purge properly. I don’t feel safe. Am I being dramatic? Over sensitive? Please someone help I’m losing my sanity
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clowningclownn · 8 months
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one thing my mother constantly forgets is how fucking angry I am bc I'm always acting neutral to keep her emotions at bay. I'm seething and she thinks I don't care.
which makes it worse because she's always preaching she knows me best. she doesn't know the first thing about me. she doesn't know because she's too busy thinking about herself to even consider anyone else's pain.
and then she argues with me, telling me I misinterpreted her when I was younger. that the way she treated me wasn't what she meant. why does it matter when I still want to die
I'm so tired of her high and mighty act. I'm so tired of her acting like she knows me. of her acting like she's better than me.
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coppertophomegurl · 11 months
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Posts saying things like "Happy M*ther's Day to those who have chosen not to be m*thers." Are missing the ENTIRE point.
Do not wish me a happy m*ther's day AT ALL.
I am not a m*ther. I NEVER want to be one.
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onlytiktoks · 13 days
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nanixo · 6 months
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Me when my mom makes me insecure for the nth time today
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gay-selfships · 8 months
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My mom just called my new chewing necklace "stupid"
Thanks mom.
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