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My mom wouldn’t let me watch SpongeBob lmao

It was because of her parents or some shit like that

reblog with the tv show ur parents wouldn’t let u watch when u were younger in the tags i’ll start mine was married…with children

You were born with the anger of your father and his father before him. It is a bitter inheritance.

Growing up and realising that your mom is not your enemy but your father is

jews try and explain how intergenerational trauma works and functions in our families + communities and white gentiles r still like “so you get intergenerational trauma when anything bad has previously happened to any group of people like you??” 

THIS!!! the ending was the only part of the movie that did not sit right with me!!

Not that the ending of Encanto is untouchable in terms of criticism, but the specific criticism that them getting their magic back at the end of the movie takes away from the main point of the movie kind of irks me. It’s like… what do YOU think the main point of the movie is? Because this in no way took a water from the main point.

I think a lot of you took “magic bad” instead of “the generational trauma is bad.” The magic showed how their generational trauma created certain pressures around them, and the magic also represented their family. Once their were cracks in the family, there were cracks in the magic. When they rebuilt the house, and reinstated the magic, it represented the bond of the family being fixed.

Also, it literally makes no sense to take away from the magic when some of these characters journeys are about discovering themselves with their magic- a huge example of this being Isabela.

Like I get that some of you just don’t want fantasies to stay fantasies, but to say that the ending missed the point shows me that you don’t actually know what the point is.

My thoughts too ,

I remember adults telling me, as a kid that

Love is love and, Their blind to race , than when someone dates/marries out of their race , their eraseing/watering down the culture and they'll never understand what their going through because of a culture unbalanced or culture shock /SRS

Don't we just love the older generations. /S

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, to listen to doctors and get my flu vaccine and any shots i could because they remembered Before.

then they started fighting Covid precautions.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that the ozone was disappearing and the earth was dying and we needed to recycle and save the planet.

now my parents think climate change is a myth.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that racism was a plague, that we had to love and accept everyone, that we should never judge before walking a mile in their shoes.

then they told me that protesting for my Black siblings was wrong.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that we needed to give to the poor. working at soup kitchens. making quilts. collecting food and money and supplies. building houses. because it was the christian and just plain right thing to do.

now they look at me, on food stamps with their grandchildren, and lament the "welfare state".

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that it was easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and that any rich man, especially an immoral one, should never run our country.

you can guess who they voted for.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, so very much.

when did they forget?

born from her mother’s wrath.

russian doll (all gifs from trueloveistreacherous) / on earth we’re briefly gorgeous — ocean vuong / like mother, like daughter — frances kearny / mother — john lennon / I, tonya / shameless / piss river — kevin morby / camille preaker & rue bennett / killing eve / the witch / pearl — mitski / spellbinding photos of a mother and daughter lost in their own fantasy world — sahara borja / poplar street — chen chen / kyoto — phoebe bridgers / the unbearable lightness of being — milan kundera / ladybird, thirteen, sex education / black swan / elektra / hurt — nine inch nails

Little Nightmares Character Analysis

!Trigger warning for generational trauma/abuse!

Spoilers for the endings of the first and second games

One thing I find interesting about the relationship between Six and the Lady is how it compares to Mono and the Thin Man's relationship.

To me, Mono and the Thin Man are a metaphor for generational trauma. A child (Mono) is hurt by somebody, usually a parent or guardian (Thin Man), and tries to free themself from the situation. In the case of Mono, it's him trying to get out of the Pale City. Unfortunately, despite their efforts, the child, for whatever reason, grows up to be just like the person who hurt them (Mono growing up to become the Thin Man), perpetuating the cycle of abuse.

Six and the Lady, depending on how you interpret them, can also be a metaphor for generational trauma, but now the abused (Six) breaks the cycle (leaving the Maw). It's safe to assume that in most cases, the previous Lady of the Maw will raise the next Lady to take the job of running the Maw, thus continuing the cycle of trauma and passing it down to the next generation. Though the situation is different with the current Lady and Six, it still ends with Six choosing to stray away from the path that all the others before her chose to walk down. She chose to end the cycle.

Both situations are representations of how trauma and abuse are passed down from generation to generation, but one ends with the cycle continuing on, while the other ends with somebody finally putting a stop to it all.

I really like the dynamic between the Berzattos

I really like the dynamic between the Berzattos

I really like the dynamic between the Berzattos

I really like the dynamic between the Berzattos

parents are so crazy because they can say the most fucked up shit to you when your brain is forming and it sets the tone for your whole adult mind set and then they forget about it the next day

"I reached up towards where the sky and the heavens met, plucked from the cotton candy mountains -- right from the root, where my ancestors laid at rest -- swallowed the rains, devouring their pain, ate every last bit and wondered why it wasn't sweet."

- excerpt from empathy for the moonlight, feral kenyon

My mom who will be mad at me forever because I don't heavily mask like her <3

"everybody experiences that" says mother who has the same symptom of the same mental illness

it's so weird sitting in a room with your mother and grandmother it's like you were all me, exactly the same but also completely different, only one of us has a chance anymore and I would give anything for it to be you

One thing about growing up in the Bible Belt and very poor is that both 1. Childhood mortality and 2. The threat of Hell were very real and traumatic fears to my ancestors, so I was trained to say this classic prayer nightly: “Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul will keep. For if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul will take.”

I’m still religious, but don’t subscribe to the fear-mongering-for-followers, especially telling *children* that God is like a scary Santa that sets you on fire if you’re naughty. Anyway. I realized today that that prayer was, in part, probably supposed to make me a little frightened, especially of the ideas of death and hell. However, a second thing about growing up super poor in the Bible Belt (aka, the land of “hillbillies neither want nor deserve public assistance”) was that 1. I knew very early that childhood mortality may very well Get Me, but 2. I honestly hoped it would. I always took comfort in that prayer. It was a relief, a plea, that God might take me away any night, and I’d be in a better place forever.

I’ve always had pretty severe mental health issues, and considered the onset of my suicidal tendencies to be ~7y/o, but today, I realized there’s never been a time I was just a happy kid. I’ve been romanticizing the daydream that all of my suffering would end One Day Soon since I was old enough to speak and remember that prayer.

It makes me kind of sad that even though my disabled, single mother fought for our lives and did everything she could for me, even taught me a prayer to 1. protect my life and 2. Protect my soul if my life was too much to ask… and yet all my days I’ve been wishing, *praying* away the life she was so afraid to lose.

My mom used to tell me that when I was only four, I used to cry and say, “I just miss the good old days.” I can only assume those Good Old Days were a time between birth and 4 when her arms still had the ability to carry me, my chronic nightmares hadn’t started, and meals were guaranteed. I have no memory now of such a time. I hope I didn’t hurt her too much by showing my misery.

I don’t know why I’m saying any of this. I guess it was just a stark realization and I need to shout it into the void.

most “protect the children” campaigns come with the implication that what’s best for children is 1950s white christian nuclear families and rigid adherence to the status quo, and having been a children I can definitively say that is very very incorrect

Fantasy mirrors real life.

I'm sick of seeing people complain that certain Disney characters "don't suffer any consequences" for their mistakes, when obviously they do.

For example, that Ariel "doesn't suffer any consequences" for her deal with Ursula. You mean other than almost turning into a polyp, seeing her father sacrifice himself and suffer that fate in her place, and then nearly being killed by Ursula and seeing Eric nearly get killed too? Just because everything turns out alright in the end doesn't mean she never suffers for her mistake!

Or that the Beast "doesn't suffer any consequences" for his early beastly behavior. You mean other than being turned into a beast in the first place, facing the threat of being cursed forever unless he learns to love and to earn others' love too, being rejected by Belle at first – the person he knows is his last chance to break the spell – when he doesn't treat her right, seeing her nearly killed by wolves because he scared her into the forest, then nearly dying himself in saving her from them, and having a whole character arc of becoming a better person?

It seems to me that when they say that these characters "don't suffer any consequences," what they mean is "They get happy endings, which I don't think they deserve."

There really is something about being the queer mentally ill child of immigrant parents that makes it so that I can’t seem to be able to connect with my white queer friends. The cultural significance of family and my inability to break ties with them, the conformist mentality that my parents were forced to grow up with all influences how I interact with my identity. It’s like I love my parents on a conceptual level but I can’t stand being around them most of the time.