Adolescents and younger teens aren’t really know for their introspection, I kind of give them a pass for saying that stuff at that stage in their life. At that age, lots of us learn how stupid something is only when we hear it coming out of our own mouths. It becomes really cringe though when they graduate into adulthood and they’re still saying that or holding that opinion. At that point even their peers are given them the side eye or saying something like “dude, that doesn’t fly anymore. Get your shit together”.
Hard disagree, from a 30-something. Two horny people fucked with no protection and now I’m expected to get an education, find and hold employment, be self-sufficient, and be fucking grateful for being forced to do this shit? And all of their inabilities to parent properly, leading to near-debilitating anxiety and stress, is somehow my fault? That I should cater to the two idiots that couldn’t take a pill or unwrap a damn condom, because they want a mini-me? That I should blindly follow their religious views, of - again - two people that decided that momentary pleasure was better than lifelong calm and stability, for themselves and others? Two people who want to dictate what I like, what I’m interested in, my political viewpoint, my sexual preferences…? Two idiots that decided that mixing the worst part of one’s DNA with the worst part of the other is a wonderful thing to do, and the visual issues of one, the deep constant anxiety of another, the risk factors of cancer and stroke, would be a delightful thing to impose on a new being. And I should fucking be HAPPY about this?! Are you FUCKING SHITTING ME?
Sincerely, a disabled gay satanic furry - with another disabled sibling (let’s do it again!) - who was raised straight and christian and then manipulated and controlled, who is already plagued with health concerns, mental health issues, and had their first stroke at 21 years old. Everybody should freely fuck, it’s great!
(To say ‘I wish I was never born’ is such an understatement it’s actually hilarious.)
Look, as the world’s dumbest man you might not realize this but there are lots of suicide devices already on the market or even better free alternatives!
Why not try a skyscraper? Perhaps wading into a cold ocean and never coming back? You could drive a car into a tree?
Just trying to save you some time and frustration, plus a few bucks too!
…uh seriously though if you want to talk to someone feel free to dm me. Your life has value and I do hope you come to realize this and try your best to find some enjoyment in this world of ours. Of course, I say that as someone who has described life as being “trapped by existence” so I can kind of get what you’re feeling. Hang in there, not literally though because tying a noose right can be hard.
The ocean and the skyscraper both have horror stories aplenty for the dead coming back. In one, you ooze from the dark places, foul, rotting; and in the other you crawl out of the depths, bloated, fetid, teeming with the spawn of crabs and sea horses.
Had a neighbor who worked for the Coast Guard. They said every body they fished out of the sea had crabs spilling out of its mouth and anus once it hit the deck.
I’m not saying this to belittle your situation, I have honest sympathy for you (and your sibling), but at some point in an adult’s life, no matter how you were raised or what fucked up things your parents did, it has to stop being a excuse for the present day situation. Keep in mind, I’m not saying that’s what you’re saying here. I’m explaining further my prior post, not dismissing your response.
Hypothetically if an abusive parent cut off the legs of their child, the resulting adult will always be legless, but that can’t be the reason the (now adult) still uses as to why they don’t move forward with whatever life they have left.
at some point in an adult’s life, no matter how you were raised or what fucked up things your parents did, it has to stop being a excuse
I see where you are coming from, but when going through shit yourself that you can’t explain to others, the only thing I can say is “that’s easy to to say, not to feel”
but when going through shit yourself that you can’t explain to others, the only thing I can say is “that’s easy to to say, not to feel”
Thats the point to reach for professional help, as in therapy. We’re not born equipped to deal with all the shit life can throw as us. There’s no shame in that.
The problem is not reaching out for help as an adult when you need it.
Thats really good! I’m proud of you for taking action for your own health. You’re proving my point though. You didn’t let whatever your parents did to you hold you back from taking steps on your own. You aren’t using how your parents raised you as an excuse to do nothing.
I want to say I’m glad you didn’t go through with that negative thing you mentioned. The world is better with you in it. I know I’m no one to you, but you’ve made my life better by talking with me here and sharing a human moment. I want you to be here for all the other people you touch positively in the years ahead. Please be here for that.
I don’t have it as bad as you, but every day I wonder why my parents had me.
Except I know why, and it disgusts me. No consideration to what I would feel because they wanted another kid.
Surely hope your child won’t happen to be depressed or traumatized in some way.
We’re not talking about “in some way” here. The piece you’re clearly responding to is my point we’re talking about how some adults use how their parents treated them as children as a continuing excuse for inaction in adulthood. We’re safe though. I have no children and won’t be having any.
Adolescents and younger teens aren’t really know for their introspection, I kind of give them a pass for saying that stuff at that stage in their life. At that age, lots of us learn how stupid something is only when we hear it coming out of our own mouths. It becomes really cringe though when they graduate into adulthood and they’re still saying that or holding that opinion. At that point even their peers are given them the side eye or saying something like “dude, that doesn’t fly anymore. Get your shit together”.
Hard disagree, from a 30-something. Two horny people fucked with no protection and now I’m expected to get an education, find and hold employment, be self-sufficient, and be fucking grateful for being forced to do this shit? And all of their inabilities to parent properly, leading to near-debilitating anxiety and stress, is somehow my fault? That I should cater to the two idiots that couldn’t take a pill or unwrap a damn condom, because they want a mini-me? That I should blindly follow their religious views, of - again - two people that decided that momentary pleasure was better than lifelong calm and stability, for themselves and others? Two people who want to dictate what I like, what I’m interested in, my political viewpoint, my sexual preferences…? Two idiots that decided that mixing the worst part of one’s DNA with the worst part of the other is a wonderful thing to do, and the visual issues of one, the deep constant anxiety of another, the risk factors of cancer and stroke, would be a delightful thing to impose on a new being. And I should fucking be HAPPY about this?! Are you FUCKING SHITTING ME?
Sincerely, a disabled gay satanic furry - with another disabled sibling (let’s do it again!) - who was raised straight and christian and then manipulated and controlled, who is already plagued with health concerns, mental health issues, and had their first stroke at 21 years old. Everybody should freely fuck, it’s great!
(To say ‘I wish I was never born’ is such an understatement it’s actually hilarious.)
I’m not saying I regret being born, but I certainly plan on making a suicide device.
My only fear is we don’t stay dead.
Look, as the world’s dumbest man you might not realize this but there are lots of suicide devices already on the market or even better free alternatives!
Why not try a skyscraper? Perhaps wading into a cold ocean and never coming back? You could drive a car into a tree?
Just trying to save you some time and frustration, plus a few bucks too!
…uh seriously though if you want to talk to someone feel free to dm me. Your life has value and I do hope you come to realize this and try your best to find some enjoyment in this world of ours. Of course, I say that as someone who has described life as being “trapped by existence” so I can kind of get what you’re feeling. Hang in there, not literally though because tying a noose right can be hard.
Two of those tend to leave a mess behind for other people to clear up, and the other seems like a fairly prolonged, unpleasant way to go.
The ocean and the skyscraper both have horror stories aplenty for the dead coming back. In one, you ooze from the dark places, foul, rotting; and in the other you crawl out of the depths, bloated, fetid, teeming with the spawn of crabs and sea horses.
The car one might just be walking corpse.
Had a neighbor who worked for the Coast Guard. They said every body they fished out of the sea had crabs spilling out of its mouth and anus once it hit the deck.
I’m not saying this to belittle your situation, I have honest sympathy for you (and your sibling), but at some point in an adult’s life, no matter how you were raised or what fucked up things your parents did, it has to stop being a excuse for the present day situation. Keep in mind, I’m not saying that’s what you’re saying here. I’m explaining further my prior post, not dismissing your response.
Hypothetically if an abusive parent cut off the legs of their child, the resulting adult will always be legless, but that can’t be the reason the (now adult) still uses as to why they don’t move forward with whatever life they have left.
I see where you are coming from, but when going through shit yourself that you can’t explain to others, the only thing I can say is “that’s easy to to say, not to feel”
Thats the point to reach for professional help, as in therapy. We’re not born equipped to deal with all the shit life can throw as us. There’s no shame in that.
The problem is not reaching out for help as an adult when you need it.
Therapy doesn’t magically fix things.
I’m in therapy, have been for years. Had a virtual appointment with mine this morning.
I went to the psych ward last month bc I was actually about to kms, switched antidepressants and I’m on 3x the average doce and a bonus as needed one.
Still doesn’t help enough to make me feel close to normal.
Thats really good! I’m proud of you for taking action for your own health. You’re proving my point though. You didn’t let whatever your parents did to you hold you back from taking steps on your own. You aren’t using how your parents raised you as an excuse to do nothing.
I want to say I’m glad you didn’t go through with that negative thing you mentioned. The world is better with you in it. I know I’m no one to you, but you’ve made my life better by talking with me here and sharing a human moment. I want you to be here for all the other people you touch positively in the years ahead. Please be here for that.
I don’t have it as bad as you, but every day I wonder why my parents had me.
Except I know why, and it disgusts me. No consideration to what I would feel because they wanted another kid.
Well, there was no way to ask you, right? Some people like their lives, perhaps they hoped you’d enjoy it?
Yeah I get the gist of it. But I know the real reason for my birth and it’s not purely altruistic.
Bruh
Surely hope your child won’t happen to be depressed or traumatized in some way. That would be really cringe after all. 😑
We’re not talking about “in some way” here. The piece you’re clearly responding to is my point we’re talking about how some adults use how their parents treated them as children as a continuing excuse for inaction in adulthood. We’re safe though. I have no children and won’t be having any.