I didn’t know. at school I had to skip a year cause they dont do my year, and they all think im immature and younger than them. I was a bit quiet and suddenly whenever I come to talk they want me gone and they’re always talking behind my back, there’s no alternative school, so I have to sit on my own at lunch/break etc. and I wish I could think of a way for them to like me
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I am easily hurt by words so I have learned to easily forget them. I try to acknowledge what needs to change and try to…. be better. For no matter what conversations I’ve had with others, I hurt myself with words far more and far worse than anyone else has/does/could.
The one with my parents after my overdose when I was younger. To see the fear and disappointment in me and the shame I felt for putting them through it all.
My shame truly didn’t hit me until I became a parent myself. Then I realised what I had put them through. The conversation with my parents made me stronger, I believed in myself, I had standards and expectations that I didn’t have before. It’s what made me strong enough to leave two bad relationships, and I didn’t think twice. I knew rock bottom, I survived it. My parents told me I was worth more. I had a mouth that I could talk with, I had arms to hug and I had hands to hold. I had feet to walk away from unhealthy situations. On one hand I grew up. I learnt to trust my gut, value my worth and fight. I’ve been fighting life since, it only begs to question what happens when I feel like I can’t fight anymore? I guess that’s why I always offer a shoulder to anyone who needs it. They need to know too that they aren’t alone and are worthy of themselves
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Oh my, they are so many… Words have a powerful impact on me.
My Marks My Rank My Job and especially My Dreams
With whom you had these conversations?
People disowning their parents when they’re old and disrespecting everyone, young or old.
Those are rude people… full with frustrations.
The conversation that involves something new that was presented 4 months ago – passed over overlooked – re-packaged as someone else’s idea
That’s f*cked up… and how was “the new idea” received?
Getting closure
Hurtful at first, but maybe helpful afterwards?
I don’t know about afterwards. But it hurts rn
Where I was being insulted and I couldn’t defend myself because I didn’t have anything to reply
Why did someone insulted you?
I didn’t know. at school I had to skip a year cause they dont do my year, and they all think im immature and younger than them. I was a bit quiet and suddenly whenever I come to talk they want me gone and they’re always talking behind my back, there’s no alternative school, so I have to sit on my own at lunch/break etc. and I wish I could think of a way for them to like me
I am easily hurt by words so I have learned to easily forget them. I try to acknowledge what needs to change and try to…. be better. For no matter what conversations I’ve had with others, I hurt myself with words far more and far worse than anyone else has/does/could.
What are the reasons behind hurting yourself with words?
With a doctor telling me my Mother wasn’t going to recover from her stroke.
F*ck… that’s really tough… how long ago was that?
8 years now, but its one of those engrained memories. Just like finding my father passing when I was 9 years old.
When somebody I loved refused to listen to my attempt to share some very sensitive, intimate and confidential information with him.
Do you have any idea why that person refused to listen?
He said it would be to tough for him
The one with my parents after my overdose when I was younger. To see the fear and disappointment in me and the shame I felt for putting them through it all.
How important was that conversation for your future (now past) decisions and behavior?
My shame truly didn’t hit me until I became a parent myself. Then I realised what I had put them through. The conversation with my parents made me stronger, I believed in myself, I had standards and expectations that I didn’t have before. It’s what made me strong enough to leave two bad relationships, and I didn’t think twice. I knew rock bottom, I survived it. My parents told me I was worth more. I had a mouth that I could talk with, I had arms to hug and I had hands to hold. I had feet to walk away from unhealthy situations. On one hand I grew up. I learnt to trust my gut, value my worth and fight. I’ve been fighting life since, it only begs to question what happens when I feel like I can’t fight anymore? I guess that’s why I always offer a shoulder to anyone who needs it. They need to know too that they aren’t alone and are worthy of themselves
Oh my, they are so many… Words have a powerful impact on me.
Which one was the latest?
Conversation of my family informing me my brother had been murdered.
I can’t even imagine how tough that must have been. I’m very sorry for your loss…
There’s been lots, but I’d say the ones with a suicidal ex who had amnesia. I had to dredge up those memories….very awful.
That sounds very tough… how long ago was that?
Two years ago