Let’s raise children who wont have to recover from their childhoods
THIS IS SO IMPORTANT I STOPPED BREATHING
The above is the response I’m going to start giving people when they say “well, that’s how my parents raised me and I turned out just fine”. We walk around refusing to be accountable for our actions & words, have deep-seated anger issues, separation anxiety, severe paranoia, don’t know how to trust people even when we have no reason to distrust them, can’t tell the difference between healthy love and [any form of] abuse BUT we turned out just fine. No we didn’t and nothing is wrong with admitting some shit in life isn’t/wasn’t okay.
And parents, saying “I did the best I could”…most parents do, that doesn’t mean you didn’t fuck your kids up along the way. Have some accountability. As a parent, I know what’s involved in raising a child that won’t have to recover from their childhood. It’s called hard ass work, EVERYDAY…and making sure we lay our childhood demons to rest so we don’t [unknowingly] let it affect our child[ren] negatively.
Mutually beneficial relationships that continue to grow will always be more favorable [to me] than one-sided stagnant unions. Anything that doesn’t continue to grow eventually starts dying. It’s an odd thing that some of us understand this about everything else we consider to be alive but forget to apply it to our relationships.
“…the older I get, the more I see how women are described as having gone mad, when what they’ve actually become is knowledgeable and powerful and fucking furious.”
“There’s nothing like being told you’re ‘doing feminism wrong’ to stop young people from ever trying to do it right.”
— Lucy Ormonde