Anarchy
Invisible anarchist
- Jul 9, 2018
- 383
I hate my parents' expressions. They look frustrated with me most of the time. They talk in an impatient tone.
I hate their look of annoyance and anger and contempt for my behaviour.
I hate how entitled and disrespectful and intolerant they are.
They only discussed my suicidilaty once with me. It was an argument. My dad was angry because apparently it's illogical. He said that I have a twisted perspective.
They say that they love me, but when their initial reaction to my behaviour is frustration and anger, all I feel is intolerance and anxiety.
My mum didn't talk to me about my depression properly, because "talking about bad things won't help you to get better".
Whenever they tried to speak to me about it, which was very, very rare, they made me feel accutely suicidal. I'd tell my mum about being isolated, and she'd say that I give off bad vibes and that I need to make an effort more. She just seemed to see it as arbitary. There was no compassion, not that I felt, anyway. I'd say that I struggle to be around people and she'd retort that I couldn't make friends if I didn't give it a chance. Everything that I said to her was just a problem to be solved; just something else for her to explain away as if that would make it disappear.
Then, as I felt even more isolated and distressed, she's start talking about the weather or family members or her friends or something that had happened that day.
My dad would try to talk to me less frequently than my mum, but they both had proper discussions with me so rarely that they were both as ignorant as each other.
He would seem more understanding than my mum, at first. He wouldn't suggest how to improve it or blame me. I still felt uncomfortable though. It's impossible not to feel uncomfortable around them.
He'd always end up getting angry in the end, and blaming me then.
Apparently, when my parents act angry and frustrated with me, it's just because they care, but I feel attacked.
They say that I act frustrated with them -which is true - and so I can't blame them for them being frustrated with me. But I do blame them.
Anyone else would probably internalise it and believe that they're a bad person, but even that's not possible because I'm not that type of person. It would be easier if I hated myself because of it, I think. Then I wouldn't bother about the discrepancy between their words and actions, and I wouldn't bother trying to figure out if they really are bad - I'd just believe them. I wouldn't feel even more isolated for being the only person to think that they're bad. I'd be another one of many people with low self-esteem and I'd be able to identify with others better.
Are parents supposed to have emphatic discussions with their kids?
I hate their look of annoyance and anger and contempt for my behaviour.
I hate how entitled and disrespectful and intolerant they are.
They only discussed my suicidilaty once with me. It was an argument. My dad was angry because apparently it's illogical. He said that I have a twisted perspective.
They say that they love me, but when their initial reaction to my behaviour is frustration and anger, all I feel is intolerance and anxiety.
My mum didn't talk to me about my depression properly, because "talking about bad things won't help you to get better".
Whenever they tried to speak to me about it, which was very, very rare, they made me feel accutely suicidal. I'd tell my mum about being isolated, and she'd say that I give off bad vibes and that I need to make an effort more. She just seemed to see it as arbitary. There was no compassion, not that I felt, anyway. I'd say that I struggle to be around people and she'd retort that I couldn't make friends if I didn't give it a chance. Everything that I said to her was just a problem to be solved; just something else for her to explain away as if that would make it disappear.
Then, as I felt even more isolated and distressed, she's start talking about the weather or family members or her friends or something that had happened that day.
My dad would try to talk to me less frequently than my mum, but they both had proper discussions with me so rarely that they were both as ignorant as each other.
He would seem more understanding than my mum, at first. He wouldn't suggest how to improve it or blame me. I still felt uncomfortable though. It's impossible not to feel uncomfortable around them.
He'd always end up getting angry in the end, and blaming me then.
Apparently, when my parents act angry and frustrated with me, it's just because they care, but I feel attacked.
They say that I act frustrated with them -which is true - and so I can't blame them for them being frustrated with me. But I do blame them.
Anyone else would probably internalise it and believe that they're a bad person, but even that's not possible because I'm not that type of person. It would be easier if I hated myself because of it, I think. Then I wouldn't bother about the discrepancy between their words and actions, and I wouldn't bother trying to figure out if they really are bad - I'd just believe them. I wouldn't feel even more isolated for being the only person to think that they're bad. I'd be another one of many people with low self-esteem and I'd be able to identify with others better.
Are parents supposed to have emphatic discussions with their kids?