One Thing That I Notice As I Get Older, Is That As A Woman I Grow More And More Like My Mom When I Was

One thing that I notice as I get older, is that as a woman I grow more and more like my mom when I was a child. Not mentally but just physically. All the health issues and conditions my mother has, I have grown to either develop them or notice them more and more as everyday goes on.

So women and afab's, especially younger once, please take notice of things your mom is going through or experiences so that you can look for the signs as you get older. To combat/ help control whatever it maybe.

For me, for example, my mom has dealt with psoriasis ever since I could really remember. Now, at 24, I am noticing that I am developing the psoriasis in the same way that she did. This is not to scare people, but I cation to monitor yourself for self-care and maintenace with your body

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I agree. It's hard to see the love that others give us as genuine when the love that has been given to us has been transactional. Especially if you have been used, when all you wanted was a friend.

It's hard to see the silent type of love that we give out, and it's hard to believe the spoken love, when it can be easy to talk ourselves out of it. Plus it doesn't help when you try to describe how you feel, and the other person just doesn't understand. So, the cold gets colder.

something i never see anyone talk about is how lonely autism can be. not because we don’t fit in or whatever, but because our love languages are so fundamentally different from the rest of the world.

i won’t always hear it when someone tells me they love me. i won’t always understand it when someone shares a kindness with me. sometimes it hurts to be touched. sometimes i interpret genuine care as mocking or insincere because i’ve been burnt so often, and i have no way of knowing otherwise.

when i spend time in my room engaging in interests i enjoy, but i leave the door open to let my friends come in and out and interrupt as they please, that’s love. when i send someone a long ramble about something i care about, that’s love. when i let someone hug me, that’s love. when i try a food even though it’s not a safe food, because my friend made it and is very proud of it, that’s love. when i take the time to tell you when i need space and that i’ll come back when im able, that’s love.

i don’t think people hear me when i tell them i love them. i don’t know if i can hear others when they say it either. i feel very alone most of the time, like there’s a glass barrier between me and the rest of the world. i can see them mouthing, i love you, i love you, but how can i believe them? they’re nowhere near me. no warmth and no life in it.

I can't choose what aesthetic I'm going to try this year

Might just mix em together 🤪