Parents - Tumblr Posts

Already had the headcanon that the Naegi family adopted the other protags once they all got out of the games but this works just as well, if not better tbh

I need art of Phoenix Wright from Ace Attorney adopting Hajime and Makoto from Danganronpa

It’s almost funny when parents get all bothered because of your anxiety when they are the reason you got it in the first place

Do you know the feeling like when you don't know if your friends are your real friends, like I ask me sometimes are they really my friends or feel they just sorry for me.

Because I don't write them because I don't want to annoy them but they don't write me to, so either they also don't want to annoy me or they just hate me and don't want to be actual friends with me. Like I know my "friends" for about 4 years now and I don't know if I am being annoyning or something or am I ok? Like I don't know?! How tf should I know how to interact with humans, for human interaction I have my daydreaming and fan-fics. My dad says I should not tell myself all the time that I hate humans because the human body needs other humans...but sorry dad just you say also to me that I should go and Do sports when I lay half dead on the couch and you insult my mother over the fucking Phone because of your damn fight with her. You ask why they fight? I DON'T FUCKING KNOW ANYMOR! Like yeah money is Important but mental health also. And then my dad says ,,yeah I don't know why why fight" maybe because you insult her when she do's something. Like you are both divorced. And your eldest son went to Therapie your middle daughter goes to Therapie and maybe your third daughter geschrieben to Therapie I don't know!

...how did I came from friends to my parents?

Im sorry for the person to read that just I had to write because tomorrow is the birthday of my little sister and my parents see each other for an hour not just over Text.

So thank you for reading this and I'm sorry that you read that because I don't wanna bother you with my problems.

Soooo good night I guess?

Parents

I hate when my parents one time they act like the devil its self and in the other they act like angels AND after that they scream at me about how sad their childhood was AND I have no right to be sad. Well guess what I have!!!!

🥲

I wish me and my siblings could act like them

in my mind somewhere there is a version of myself dedicated to screaming “i don’t want an angry man in my house” 24 hours 7 days a week

Parents: go to bed at 10! Me: you can’t controlled me. Me: *in bed at 10* Me: *up till 5 In seret* Parents: why are you so tired all the time? Me: Nothing, no reason at all Me: *Runs away screaming* Me: they know nothing! Friend: uh…. Me: Nothing. *nod*

My dad's side of the family is Italian and my mom's side of the family is Irish so growing up if we weren't eating pasta we were eating potato's lol!

Just an idea but like had the parents been informed about Umbridge’s punishment of scaring and cutting their kids wouldn’t most of the parents immediately either sue demand for her to be fired or taken their kids out of the school?

I present to you children ✨ have fun

"this is a casino, why are you here?!"

Day 5: Kate and her 3 parents (Watercolors)

[TW: dying parent (canonical) and the grief that causes]

Kate did not paint portraits. Watercolors were a notoriously tricky medium and getting a person's likeness was no easy task. She'd really only tried once.

Her father had been ill for several months. He wasn't confined to bed (that would come later) but his movements were no longer smooth and graceful. He would get winded easily and often spent much of the day reclined.

It was hard to see him like that. Miles Sheffield had been strong-- vibrant and active and full of energy. The illness had taken that from him.

But it hadn't taken his smile. It was obvious to Kate that her father was in a great deal of pain but his eyes still twinkled and his laughter was filled with mirth as he teased his wife and daughters.

The doctors had warned that he would only get worse and Kate wanted nothing more than to capture that smile before it was gone. Only she couldn't seem to get the likeness right. It was lifeless and muddled and the colors blurred before her eyes.

"Kate." Mary's voice cut through her gaze and she looked up from her easel in confusion. "Oh Kate, what is the matter?"

Dimly, she realized the room was still blurry, that she was crying. "I--" The words caught in her throat. "I am trying--" she choked, "not to forget."

Mary embraced her. "Oh Kate, you will remember him. I promise you will."

"But I have already lost--" Kate cut herself off, eyes wide with horror. The words my mother hung unspoken between them.

Mary only held her closer, hands rubbing soothing circles around her back. "I know, sweetheart. I know."

Storms aside, Kate did not cry. Not when she fell and skinned her knees, not when being punished for misbehaving, not when their beloved corgi Kepler passed. Just this once, she indulged herself.

After a spell, her gasping breaths calmed to sniffles. Kate pulled away from Mary and wiped her eyes. "Sorry, I just… I cannot let him fade away too." Her aching heart couldn't take it.

Mary took her hand and squeezed. "Never apologize for loving someone, Kate. It's a beautiful gift."

Her throat felt dry and Kate had the distinct feeling that, if she let herself, she might crumble. So she straightened her spine and pulled her hand back. "Thank you, Mary." She truly meant it but the words didn't sound right.

"Of course, darling," Mary replied, voice tinged with lingering sadness. "What will you do with the painting?"

Kate pulled it from the easel-- ironically dry because Kate's face was wet-- and folded it. Rather than answer, she said, "I believe I shall return to landscapes for the time being."

Recognizing the obvious subject change, Mary nodded. "Somerset is lovely this time of year."

"It is," she agreed, unable to keep the obvious relief from her face.

They spoke for a few more minutes about nothing of import until Kate excused herself. She went to her room and placed the still folded failed portrait on her dressing table. Part of her wanted to destroy it (she'd captured her father so poorly) but something inside her chest squeezed in protest at the thought.

She placed the folded paper into her trunk instead. It felt right, sat next to her other special keepsakes. She ran a hand over it one final time. Perhaps someday she might even be glad she'd painted it.

My dad is a Christian but when at 8,after hearing the story of Isacc and Abraham, i asked if he would do something like that to me he said "No, I love you too much".What is God's love in front of your child?

Ughhh.

I love my parents, okay, i really do. But they can be a handful sometimes. And are like so completely detached from the reality that their children are facing. It's so fucking frustrating.

So, im the oldest of 3 children. Im in my 4th and final year of undergrad. During my college admissions, there was covid, and due to this and the extreme stress of college admissions, my mental health went to shit. I kept telling them throughout that i was struggling a lot and was considering killing myself. But they wouldn't listen to me. Finally i had a really bad mental breakdown and then they, very grudgingly, helped me get help - as in get a psychologist. But then, they'd try to get me to tell them what was discussed during the therapy sessions and in general try to underplay me struggling. Fortunately, i got into a uni far from home and they also had a great counseling service to help students cope. After struggling for the first year without any help, i started going for regular therapy sessions, got meds which were covered by the uni insurance and finally, after continuous work for the past 2 years, I am in a much better place.

I want to pursue masters now, but my dad is pushing me to try to get a job via the uni placement cell. The thing is, though i had considered it before, i dont want to do that anymore. And my dad is all like, okay, you needn't actually work once you get a job, you can just sit for placements and then you’ll feel 'confident' that you can get a job. To me, i honestly sounds like, if i get a job, he can tell others that i got a job but i didn't take it up. Like maintain the status quo or whatever. The very thought of sitting for placements make my anxiety sky rocket. I really can't handle the stress of it. And i do not want to work in corporate at all. I did an internship and i didn't like it at all. I just wish he would shut up and just let me be.

And now, they are doing the same thing to my sister. She is very confused about what major to choose for her undergrad (she's in her final year of hs). And is naturally under a lot of stress. And they keep pushing her to a tech major when she is not interested or has a knack for it. And then they act all oblivious, ooh why is she so stressed? What could possibly be bothering her? What a mystery! Like wtf, why are you so fucking dense!!! It's so infuriating.

And the same shit goes for my brother too. He has struggled with language a lot throughout childhood. He finally got tested at 14 years of age and the turns out he is on the autism spectrum, he has mild autism. And my parents simply refuse to accept the diagnosis, and went, there is nothing wrong with the boy. They are convinced that he can hardwork his way out of struggling with autism without actually getting professional help.

The worst thing in all this is that, it's not like they don't know how to deal with this better. They simply dont. When my cousin had a mental breakdown, they were at the forefront, helping her get a psychologist and telling her parents how to deal with the situation. A second cousin of mine, a little boy, also struggles with autism (ig, not sure) and his parents don't get him help - but they always tell them that professional help makes things better. I mean, why can't they do this for their own children. Why the hypocrisy? It's so exhausting. I'm so tired of this.

Rant done. Thank you for reading.

Me when a suggestive add comes up when I'm trying to show my dad a video:

day 5

30 days writing challenge

day 5: your parents

This is a sensitive topic; I never really tell people what I’m going through. One, cuz’ I don’t trust them, two, they won’t understand, three, I’m lost myself. My parents and I don’t have a very good relationship, at least from my perspective. Sure, they give me anything I could possibly want but it’s not that simple. In the past, I was stressed, depressed and my insecurities were drowning me. It’ll be unfair to say they’re the cause of those but they’re related to those in many ways. My parents make me feel emotionally drained. I’m not really sure it’s ok to put the blame on them; I mean I know they’re stressed themselves and had anger issues and had no clue on how to raise kids properly. I can’t be in the same place as them, it suffocates me. At least, thanks to them, I’m who I am today; mature for my age, learned to fight insecurities and depression. We all go through many hardships in life, and they shaped you into who you are. Well, I'm proud of who I am actually. And I made a vow to myself that when I get married and have kids in the future, I'll make sure they know they’re loved, and raise them the best of my abilities and not let the history repeat itself. 

I hope whoever’s reading a great day, stay safe and loved.  

Maladaptive daydreaming

Today I learned that my addiction with daydreaming and my habit of constantly daydreaming in order to fall asleep is a psychology disorder called maladaptive daydreaming. It is said to be caused by trauma. It usually serves as an escape from reality when things get too hard for me to manage and in doing so, I cultivated a hobby of writing stories and daydreaming on a daily basic. I also need to create these scenarios for me to actually fall asleep. If I clear these things out from my head and my head is clear, I won’t be able to fall asleep or get insomnia. I didn’t know that it was related to childhood trauma. Since I was young, this had been my way of coping with the reality. I escaped into this dream-like realm that I created in my head and immerse myself into it until I lose sense of reality and what is happening around me. I thought I was just too addicted to daydreaming.

Parents

My parents are literally so funny; they think parenting is just financially supporting the household and feeding us. It is as if that is they have the right to us. Like sir, madam, parenting has much more depth to it then that; even I know more about parenting than you who lived about twice the time I have ever lived. Please, it’s true you made those children but your children are not yours to manipulate and control or mold them into perfect shape, they’re their own person, you are just there to support them, not own them. And that’s on toxic parents. 

Being a perfectionist

My parents are no different than a stranger; they know what I am by the mask I put on, merely knowing my outer appearances. They see my mistakes, flaws, but they are blind to either what I’m going through or what I’m fighting against on the inside. They are keen to my faults but they are way too shallow to see my bleeding heart or scars. I’m a perfectionist, why? Because they won’t take it if I fail or make a mistake. Therefore, I grew up thinking being perfect is the only way for me to get love. They don’t see my efforts in doing the task but called me useless if I made so much as a single mistake. Since they won’t take even a fraction of a scrape on things I did, I had no choice but to accomplish everything perfectly, hoping that I will at least hear a praise. But you know what? There is none, there never was and there will never be. Now I know the answer as to why I always seek validation. At least I am with me. I will try to tell myself that there is no need to do everything perfectly anymore, instead I will pat myself on the back and say the words they failed to say; “good job”, “well done”, or “I’m proud of you.”

To: parents who have no idea about their child

The one thing that bugs me the most about parents is the phrase "I know everything about you." The amount of times I hear that phrase is uncountable. Also the funniest phrase to ever been told to me. It's so funny how parents seem to think they know about their child. Sorry to break it to you, Sir, Madam but their best friend might know better than you. Let me ask you if you think that way toward your children, do you know that your child cry themselves to sleep every night? alone in the dark where no one else knows? Or do you know how many times they were on the verge of giving up? Or that they have depression, anxiety, ADHD and many other more? Yeah that's what I thought. Do you know they cut up their flesh in order to cope? Or that they're emotionally unavailable and is trying hard to stay alive which you thought was laziness. Well let me enlighten you. it isn't. And I also like to bet you don't know they have trauma which was most likely caused by you either. So yeah I would like to sincerely ask you to stop spouting that lie, please and thank you.

from the struggling-to-stay-alive-teenager

I don’t know if it’s just me or what but I have a hard time believing someone when they say they love me. As a child, I never felt loved or received love from my parents. They never say “Honey, I love you.” I never received hugs or smooches. They’re always both neck deep in work and even when they give me materialistic things, they always make sure I understood I owed them and therefore needed to make it up to them in some ways. So, now as an adult, I can only understand the concept of love, and never feel it towards anyone. The idea of love is probably so far fetched to me that I can never really know.