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traumaismypersonality · 8 months ago
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It's always the eldest child this, middle child that, youngest child this. It's never the only child.
Yes the oldest have the most trauma. Yes the middle is always ignore. Yes the youngest is always treated like a kid. But the only child is always divided.
The oldest complains, our parents became parents to our siblings not to us, because they were unprepared. But the only child, never had parents, their parents never grow up. They didn't had anyone to experiment other way so they stay the immatured parents.
The middle cries, our parents never saw us, because they were busy with others. The only child, was always seen, so much that they could not escape their eyes and have themselves to themselves only.
The youngest yells, our parents never took us seriously, because they never thought we can grown up. Yet the only child, remained a kid who had to act like a grown-up since the beginning because ‘You are the only one we have. ’
You can't say being only child is a luxury. Not when I'm always flaunted as a trophy but ignored as a child. Not when I'm treated like a male but expected to be kind like a female. Not when I see my parent's being better parents to other children which are not even their own. Not when I'm always divided between my parents. Not when I'm their hope but disappointment too. Not when they remind me, oh how they wish they had another.
I am the oldest daughter who parents their own parents. I am the middle child who decided for my own future because the adults ‘never understood’ me. I am the youngest son who cries alone silently swallowing their anger but cracking jokes to make my parents smile.
I am the only child. I will always be the one to enjoys loneliness.
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444girlbl0g · 9 months ago
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the-president-official · 11 months ago
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Honestly the whole “eldest daughter” thing kinda annoys me (as a middle daughter) All the posts imply that every other sibling is like some little helpless baby that goes through no struggles at all while the eldest daughter is the only super sad one or whatever, I’m not saying it’s not true that eldest daughters are sad or whatever, but honestly most of the problems that the eldest daughter goes through is what every daughter goes through as well (sons can too). Like if you look up ‘eldest daughter’ it’s all sad posts that any child or girl can relate to and if you look up ‘middle daughter’ it’s like silly fanart or whatever. Although I think there’s some long post that pops up but I didn’t read it because I’m playing Splatoon.
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jellyfishsticks · 7 days ago
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I always felt so bad for the mother in tangled
and that perfectly sums up my relationship with my mother
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deeeaahh · 8 months ago
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axoqiii · 5 months ago
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pony thieves 💥💥
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bamsara · 7 months ago
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I don't need to have kids when I'm an elder sibling with a 14+ year age gap between us and absent/busy parents. When was the last time you got a fresh toothbrush. What happened to your knee. The fuck you mean you don't have a swim suit. Get in the car.
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sadhornydemons · 1 month ago
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noodles-and-tea · 1 year ago
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Haha he said the thing-!!!
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fandomtrash-whataboutit · 8 months ago
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Please i need people to understand that the tragedy of robins is that their parents did love them.
Dick’s parents love him they didn’t want to leave him. Jason’s parents loved him, they didn’t want to be trapped in poverty and crime. Steph’s mother loved her, she didn’t think Steph would get caught up in her husband’s schemes. Tim’s parents loved him, they never meant for him to be as alone as he was. Cass’s father loved her, he wanted her to be as strong as she could be. Damian’s mother loved him, she was raising him in impossible circumstances. Duke’s parents loved him, they never planned to get caught up in the attack.
And yes, these situations are different. Duke and Dick’s parents were good people, Steph mom and Jason’s dad are sometimes depicted as abusive but at other times shown to be struggling with their circumstances. Tim’s parents and Damian’s mom were good people who should never have been parents. Cass’s dad was a bad person who shouldn’t have been a parent. With Cass, there ended up being abuse, and with Damian too because one way or another Talia or the league’s training and general way of life would’ve harmed Damian, and some depictions of Tim’s parents imply severe neglect. But deep beneath that, despite the circumstances and even the failure of the people themselves, they did love their children, and were trying in their own way.
Just like Bruce loves his children, and why I’m sort of against the terrible father depiction. Because I think he’s traumatized and his knowledge of parenting would give him a poor subconscious fathering ability, but CONSCIOUSLY he loves his children, and he would try. That’s the difference. All the robins were loved, but they all lost their parents anyway. And they all will be loved again, because even is he fails, Bruce loves them too, and he is trying to do right by them. He’s trying to make sure none of their stories are tragedies.
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fumifooms · 9 months ago
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Dad always said I was like him
Meijack and Chilchuck Tims Dungeon Meshi, Ryoko Kui
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When your father tried his best to provide for you but he worked all the time and even when he was home he was either tired or stressed and he’s always liked to get drunk to relax and cheer up. When you know he values work ethics and respectability so you grew up to be capable and quiet. And when he says you’re like him you’re sort of puzzled, does he really know you so little, or does he know himself so little? But you like the feeling of your father ruffling your hair so you accept it, and still you stand next to your mother just as silent and just as stoic as her during family gatherings. He leaves again and again and when your mother leaves him nothing changes, really. You wonder if it’s more telling that you know him better than he seems to himself or that you don’t know him as much as you wish you did, or that you don’t think about him all that much these days. Out of sight, out of mind. And he’s never really been there, even when he was there, after all.
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pancakemolybdenum · 1 year ago
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happy cascade day!!!!
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steddiehyperfixation · 1 month ago
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Footsteps pad down the hallway as Steve and Eddie make their way to their bedroom at an honestly irresponsible hour given that they both have work in the morning. Yawning, talking quietly. They get ready for bed one at a time in their small bathroom, Eddie settling under the covers with a book while Steve finishes brushing his teeth.
There's a smile in Eddie's voice when he speaks, the words muffled to outsiders by the rustling of sheets as Steve climbs into bed. Whatever it is, it makes Steve laugh, which makes Eddie laugh too. They fall in and out of bouts of talking and giggling, the only two people in the world - or at least it must feel that way, alone together at such an absurd time of night, in the familiar comfort and quiet of their shared bed and shared home.
They don't know that their teenage daughter is still awake in the room next door, listening to their laughter floating through their house's thin walls. She smiles to herself in the dark, warmed by the simple and genuine joy in that sound.
They don't know that this is far from the first time she's heard them laughing together in private. They don't know that she's absorbed every smile they've given each other, every kiss and kindness and warm conversation she's ever witnessed them exchange, and with every one she has learned what love looks like. She may make a whole dramatic show of gagging or pulling a face at some of her dads' displays of affection for each other (she is Eddie Munson's daughter after all), but they don't know how much she actually appreciates the fact that her parents are still so happily in love, that after nearly 30 years together they still genuinely enjoy being around each other. Their relationship began long before her and the love they have for each other continues still not because of her or in spite of her but simply alongside the love they have for her in equal measure.
There is so much love in this house, of that she has never had any doubt. She loves her dads, her dads love her, and her dads love each other, and those are facts, fundamental truths that have been shaped into the very foundation of her bones as she's grown up. No argument or mistake or disagreement has ever been - or will ever be - enough to waver that. Even in moments of anger there has always been love, unquestionably. They don't know just how deeply she knows that. They don't know just how much she values that.
Sleepy and sentimental, she thinks of friends she knows who have grown up in broken homes and are drawn to broken relationships, and she feels so incredibly grateful for the happy childhood Steve and Eddie have given her and the example they've set of such a healthy, loving relationship for her to look up to. They don't know that she knows how lucky she is to have them.
One day I'll tell them, she thinks as she rolls over onto her side and lets her body grow heavy with sleep. One day I'll thank them for teaching me what love is.
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magicandmundane · 6 months ago
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Y’all it’s crying about Hunter and Omega hours
Like what do you mean this hardened soldier crumbled like a Christmas cookie when a little girl looked at him like he was her hero? What do you mean she was there when he and his brothers were born and has spent years trying to find them again?? What do you MEAN he lost a part of himself every time she was taken?? What do you MEAN that even after half a year she never doubted he would show up when she called???? What do you mEAN HE STUMBLED AFTER HER AND THE MAD SCIENTIST WHO CAPTURED HER, HALF DEAD FROM TORTURE BUT STILL DETERMINED TO SAVE HER AS SHE HAS SAVED HIM AND HIS BROTHERS OVER AND OVER AND—
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da-janela-lateral · 6 months ago
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*look at Mezato's parents* Did they Know.
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punkitt-is-here · 1 year ago
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some photos from the DnD games ive been playing recently
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