#tw disowned

[rollthedice-playthecards]

It's not always darkest before the dawn, it seems.

Kanji, Chie and Yukiko attend a wedding, to two certain adults' displeasure.

[somenerdfromwhatever]

I’m reposting this again as clearly some of the world did not listen.

I still stand by every word I said on this post.

Don’t like the facts? Tough. It’s the truth that this world refuses to listen to.

Dear Parents who think disowning their kids are cool

Hi. Apparently I still have this. It’s cool, I’m going to use it for my long thought pieces anyway. Regarding recent events in the LGBT community scene, namely Vivian, a trans-girl going against her dad, Elon Musk himself, I reflected a lot on a question I asked onto Reddit recently (I know I know Reddit sucks but it got me thinking):

Why are some parents so okay with disowning trans kids when they gave birth to them?

This is a pretty tough question with some pretty rough answers, but after seeing the shit I saw last week and now, something has to be said on the matter. Content warning because we're dealing with heavy hitting topics like abandonment, and family drama. Also content warning for what I am about to present because, well, I'm pissed.

It is no secret why I bought the Vivian and Elon Musk thing up to tackle this question as having a billionaire shit talk their own kin that they gave birth to is sickening and inhumane. Heck even before his venture into buying Twitter, he was constantly berating her for just being her own genuine self. Heck in her thread on Threads, her father was a massive deadbeat to her. Unsupportive and hostile who wasn’t there in her life all because her crime was being herself. It’s sad isn’t it? This is one of the most wealthiest humans on the planet mind you, the guy that can end world hunger, have massive funds to pool into medical care to accelerate a cure to cancers, but instead he chooses to defame, harass, and downright abuse his own child for being their true self. And given the recent lights of Elon being a dead beat, I also say in my opinion, he just left her to die. He bought Twitter under the guise of fighting censorship, but yet only to impose his own narrow worldview on others to fuel his slander to his own kin. This hypocrisy is disturbing given recent events as he was fighting for the very thing he fought against.

It’s not just the LGBT community, does anyone else remember that mom from an Autism Speaks documentary about how she wanted to commit a murder-suicide on her daughter just for being autistic? Her name was Alison Singer. A name all too well in the community when discussing neurodiversity and programs that don’t speak for us. You also have the case of Kelli Stapleton who ACTUALLY DID IT.

You also have parents like the ones from Toddlers and Tiaras, where Carly developed a spilt personality disorder thanks to their own MOM because Carly loathed being forced into competitions. Heck I even grew up with the whole DaddyOFive situation where Mike abused Cody. So now the question becomes this:

Why are parents willing to disown their children for being who they are? And regardless of their differences, why would they do that when they are the ones who gave them the life to live on this planet?

And with the rise of LGBT hate, disability hate, it seems like every difference a human makes can make a parents cut ties with them in a heartbeat. With no answer in sight, I might as well make one.

Now, look. What I’m going to address next is harsh, but it’s a reality that every parent needs to accept.

If you are pregnant, and you gave birth to a kid, as newfound parents, that child you are holding in your hand is not your property. They are their own soul, and you better let them be their own soul. They have one life to live on this planet, make their moments count. If you toss them aside, berate them, and even disown because you can't handle differing ideologies, interests, etc. don't call yourself a parent. A parent by definition is being there for your children. A parent who tosses them aside over them being different no matter how or what isn’t a parent at all. And parents who disown them, and kick them out... well. I consider them brain-dead murderers, as they are tossing their kin out to die in society. Yep, I'm going there. Parents who disown and kick their kids out to fend for themselves in society (which they all die too sadly) are murderers.

So what if they express their identity?! So what if they have disabilities they grew up with?! So what?! You still gave birth to them! You lead and support them! And YOU need to give your next of kin independency and not turn them into a slave you can mold in YOUR IMAGE.

This is the TRUE PRO-LIFE STANCE. The actual truth to being PRO-LIFE. To be PRO-LIFE, you have to be PRO-CHOICE as the truth about PRO-CHOICE is letting a human appreciate how they want to live their life and appreciating their own say on the matter. To put it in words that are easier to understand, I inputted this mombo jumbo into GPT to explain it in Caveman:

To support life, you must let people choose how they live. Respect their choice and let them decide. That is true PRO-LIFE.

How is that a hard concept to understand? Like seriously? My parents support my career path to becoming involved heavily in post-production! Heck I'm still on that goal and still dreaming on working on my favorite show on Netflix, Wednesday! They were surprised back when I was a pre-teen about to be heading to high school for this to happen! I was a kid who loves to hold camcorders, a kid who edited a YouTube Poop which landed me into a one-day suspension from school, and a kid who loved making these every day. My parents accepted me for who I was especially since I grew up with autism and it was a new thing TO THEM. Heck even with my Wednesday video gaining traction, my Mom accepted me for being non-binary! So you tell me then, answer me the following: Do you think for just a second that you're doing the right thing by throwing kids like us out? Do you think you're justified in abandoning your own flesh and blood just because they don't fit into your narrow-minded ideals? Newsflash: you're not. You're failing at the most basic level of parenthood. You brought a life into this world; you don't get to just walk away when things get tough or when your child's identity challenges your beliefs. I never watched the Saw movies, but I do seen the complexities of the character John Kramer, the infamous Jigsaw killer. Say what you want, but is he wrong about how we should appreciate life?

To appreciate life, it's means to value all life. All HUMAN life, including the individuality and identity of the next generation. Whether it's your kid you birthed, or a kid passing by, the fact is they are their own soul. You don't control other people's souls, you have to appreciate their own life by their own choices. It's this freedom to be themselves. Letting children grow into their true selves.

Parents, your role if you birth a kid is so straightforward it is astounding how you ignore this.

This isn't about you. I've been on this planet for 25 years now. 25 years. We get it, parenting is hard. My parents had to adapt with my autistic video making non-binary self. They supported everything that I do. You chose to bring a child into this world. You owe them love, support, and acceptance UNCONDITIONALLY. Anything less is a failure on your part, not theirs, YOURS. Disowning your child is the ultimate act that makes you no different then a murderer who kills people just for being different. It's choosing your comfort over their happiness. I would never leave any next generation of mine out to die, and I will accept who they are no matter what they are regardless of interest, disabilities, and identity. I also find it hilarious when this happens, they happened to label them as groomers. Last I checked, the definition of it on every dictionary is "to make (someone) ready for a specific objective". (Verb Definition 3a on Webster's Dictionary for example) Sure it has been co-opted with the abusive nature, but the original definition set is stone is forcing someone onto a specific act. So if you disown a kid for not conforming to your standards on the basis of identity or something else, remember that you, in fact, are the one trying to "groom" them into your image. And if your kid is LGBT, well, that is telling on yourself at this rate, because under this logic and definition that's been there since the dawn of time... you, the parent who disowned them, are the real groomers here and the kids you raised are doing as you said, protecting themselves from groomers like you. You excuse and shift blame onto other people when you are the living definition of it raising your kid in your own image instead of living their own lives. And yes. I fucking said it. It deserves to be said. I stand by this notion.

In this current climate, where LGBT hate is on the rise and intolerance is being amplified by those in power, it's more crucial than ever for parents to stand up and protect their children. And if you are a kid and your parents are like this, abusing you, grooming you into their own perfect image, call them out, because this toxic generational trauma has to end. The world is already a harsh and dangerous place for anyone who doesn't fit into the so-called 'norm.' Take it from me, a neurodivergent who has to mask just to get through. Imagine how much worse it becomes when the very people who are supposed to love and protect you turn their backs on you. Oh to all those deadbeat parents I mentioned, Mike Martin (DaddyOFive), Elon Musk, Kelli Stapleton, Alison Singer, and others. Yeah they are hitmakers, advocates, and superstars in their minds, but to end it with a familiar Kendrick Lamar lyric, they are "fucking deadbeat that should never say more life."

I hope you read that Kendrick Lamar lyric well, because if you disown your kids just for being who they are, you shouldn’t say you’re “for the kids”.

I beg you parents of old and new, please take these words seriously. No kid would ever want a parent like that.

Good night.

[bluntloyalist]

(loading the glock) somebody call my mom tell her i wont be home for awhile

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was disowned by my family for not wanting to do weed. I then cursed their weed using a magic treasure chest.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Uh, apologies?

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: I do not ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏɴᴇ these 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.

TW // Disownment, Assault, Angst? Yandere Themes.

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There was something about being a child of the rich. It wasn't as fun people thought it would be. It was… lonesome, exhausting in a way.

Especially, for a child that just wanted to be recognized by their own blood. That wanted to be held, and coddled just like their siblings did. To be read a book to settle down into bed with. To be cooed at and laughed at. To be running away from her guardians with glee. To be just loved, just like her siblings did.

What made her so different?

What made her to be the outcast? The black sheep? She wasn’t anything different than her siblings, was she? She looked like a normal child to her, but why can’t her mother love her the same way, and not send her off to do her studies? Why can’t her father teach her just like he did to her sibling? …Maybe they just needed time to recognize her? Maybe she needed to prove her worth? Yes, that must be it!

So, she waited, and waited, and waited until these golden knights showed up just as another of their siblings was born. They were huuuuuuge, and in different colors too! They were nothing compared to what she's been reading in the books! Their helmets, a little wonky, but it's just another thing she will have to deal with as she continued to wait for her parents' recognition.

She waited for them through a couple more seasons. Her hopes, high for any day they might give her anything that resembles a real hug. She's been watching long enough to know what was real and what wasn’t. She’s seen them fight before; right in front of her too. She's seen them drink their heads off. Laughing about anything and anyone that is deemed funny enough to them, then start a fight about it?

That part confused her. Why drink something that made you fight, and miserable afterward?

The golden knights confused her too. They were hanging around with her a lot more when they should be hanging around with the rest of her family. She knows her family doesn’t like it so that means she shouldn’t either, right? But with any attempt she has made for the golden knights to dislike her was proven false afterward, and it irritated her. Why can’t they just leave her alone?! That’s what her parents wanted, right? For her to be left alone?

She tried throwing heavy blankets, and pillows over the railing when one of the golden knights would pass by. Landing on their helmet and obstructing their view. Only for them to pull off the blanket and look up at her with a questioning tilt of their helmet. She's tried hiding the books that one of them was reading. Which, in her opinion, she won because it took him a day or two to find it again. She's even tried wandering the streets of the city, only to be carried right back to the house by one of them. She was so sure they wouldn’t be able to find her because she had lost herself too.

These actions, of course, didn’t come without some grounding from her parents, but if it meant getting a fraction of their favor. She can handle the extra weight.

Though, there was a time where she realized that she will never be loved the same way as her siblings. She will never be loved by her parents. She might as well never have been loved at all, and deep down. That scared her.

She strictly remembers staying up late one night. Wandering the halls of the modern mansion at one of her father’s hosted parties that lasted halfway through the night. She could hear their drunken laughs, and the slamming of their drinks on the tables. How someone laughed at a higher pitch than them all. Unlike the rhythmic laugh they do together. She had even questioned herself if they were female or not.

Nevertheless, she was simply wandering the halls, too restless to fall back asleep. Not like she could anyways. It was too loud for her to do so. Her room wasn’t all that far from the main entertainment rooms, nor the laundry room. So, it would be a while for her to go back to bed.

She was also surprised that she hadn’t seen one of the golden knights yet. They usually were more active when there was a party going on. Patrolling the halls. Busy trying to keep people in their place, within their area. Except for one that managed to bypass them.

The bypasser was a young-looking man dressed in a messy black, and white tux as he stumbled into the hall she was in. His form hunched over with an arm to his mouth. Trying not to puke up whatever he’s eaten. His green unfocused eyes staring at the ground before acknowledging her.

“Where you wonderin’ little gal?” The man slurred, grinning as he tried to steady himself. His suit stinking heavily with alcohol. His pupils, bigger than average; pink too. Meaning he drank too much than he should have.

The hairs on the back of her neck rose. Her shoulders tensed as the man took a slow step towards her. She knows this wasn’t a friendly man. She’s seen what a friendly man was like; they were kind, generous, and happy. Not drenched of alcohol, not wobbly and unfocused, creepy, this man is creepy.

It reminded her of a monster in one of her books. How this monster would come in through the bedroom window and steal the children away and into the dark where he emerged from. The book never specified what the monster did to the children afterward, but a child can imagine, and they can imagine big.

“C-Come over here.” The man hiccupped, nearly falling flat on his face after he tripped on a rug. Pulling it out from underneath an end table. A loud thud going off as the table tipped to the ground. The man huffed in response and looked back at the fallen table while she turned around to get out of there. She knows that he was a very, very bad man. How couldn’t he be? He was described as one of the monsters!

What the little girl couldn't expect was an object to be thrown at her. Hitting her right in the back of her head and shattering. Making her fall down to the ground. She even couldn’t register the pain yet, too busy hearing her own little heartbeat in her ears. Too busy scrambling away from the man who gave chase.

She yelped as she turned a corner. Hearing the man slam into the wall with slurs coming out of his mouth. Never has she's been so close to a drunk man before. She only watched them from afar, never coming close to them like her siblings did. They never were this… angry. They never hit her siblings like this one hit her.

She desperately dashed for a cubby hole that she had found while wandering another of her restless nights. Knowing that if she tried going back to her room when she really wanted to, she could end up putting herself in a bad situation just like in those horror movies she's seen her father watch.

Spotting the cubby hole. She flung herself into it just as the man had caught her leg, trying to pull her back out as she kicked and screamed at the man to let her go. Her arms nearly failing on her to keep herself inside of the cubby hole until she managed to kick the man right in the face.

Scrambling inside. She tucked herself all the way up against the other wall of the cubby hole and in the corner while she held her breath. Silent tears going down her cheeks as she watched the man try and shove himself in the cubby hole with her too. His arms thrashing all around in order to snatch her right back out there. A lot more curses falling from his mouth before he finally stopped. A snap shushing his foul mouth. His unmoving form being taken away before being replaced with a shine of gold. The blare of a red visor staring right back at her.

The golden knight cooed out to her, but she didn’t move a single inch. Replaying the events in her head. Wondering why one would do such a thing until she passed out in the cubby hole. Running out of breath to hold. Running out of energy to cry. Her form curling around herself.

She woke up the next morning with a headache, but she stayed in that space for almost three days. Quietly weeping, thinking; waiting.

Waiting for someone to acknowledge that she was gone, except for the golden knights. That have tried everything within their power to make her come out without having to smash through the wall and get her themselves. They really wanted to, but they didn’t want to spook her anymore then she already was. They wanted her to trust them. So, they brought her food that she never would eat. They brought her hobbies that she might like to play with, but still. They sit there at the entrance of the cubby hole untouched.

She wanted her family, her own blood to recognize her. Not these… colored bananas that shouldn't have been with her in the first place. Her family didn’t like her around them. So that means she shouldn’t be around them either, but never once, did her family call out for her. Never once, did her family make an effort to find her. Not once, did they acknowledge her disappearance. Even when the next day was her birthday.

That’s when she realized she was just a watcher, an observer of the household. She was nothing more than a camera in the corner, or a phantom that wandered the empty halls at night. Only to be walked though like a ghost in the morning. She was never a daughter to them. She never will be. She never was.

She came out of that cubby hole the day after her birthday. Hungry, thirsty and… different.

She never ran to anyone like the maids the house hired that she trusted. She didn’t speak much as she used to. She never picked up any toys she loved. She just kept to herself, and her studies as she grew. Ignoring whatever might drive her away from it, and she watched.

She just watched.

Watched how her siblings tore into her things she used to love. Watched as her parents continued to treat her like she wasn’t there. Watched how the maids, or babysitters tried to cheer her up like she once did. Watched how the golden knights even tried being just a little closer than before, but it ended up with her “grounded” for nothing. She watched as her birthday’s zoomed by without a lit candle on a cake or even just on a cupcake, and she continued to watch the days of her creation pass by like any other day.

She also noticed a lot more things that way.

Her father liked to cheat behind her mother's back while she would do the same at 1:00A.M. and 3:00AM. sharp. Her brothers, and sisters doing the same, just worse? They would steal each other's girlfriend or boyfriend, and that was just a loop of disastrous events. Her father liked to drink, and gamble at some casino not too far from here. Her mother also goes there to get laid by another rich man. Just waiting on the day, the two catch one another, not they haven’t before. Oh, and her father's businesses were failing. That he told nobody about. Too afraid of his own failure, and that brings us to the “Golden Knights.” The Adeptus Custodes that she does not have much on.

All she knows is they are annoying. Following her around like she was some royal to them, and her parents hated that. Hated they couldn't do anything about it, but who’s to say anything to a 9ft tall, armored warrior that shuts you up by just staring at you? Not her parents, and certainly not the crackhead down the street.

Though, it makes her wonder why the Adeptus Custodes are truly here? Out of all the places they could have gone to they chose to be here. She knows they weren't being “controlled” by her father. They were to… divine looking to be swayed by his horrible contracts. So, why were they here? What was their purpose? There was nothing special for them here.

Furthermore, making her untrusting to them. No matter what they did. She didn’t trust them, and it's all they wanted. For her to trust them. For her to come to them and use them as their shield. To relish in their protection. To love them just as they loved her.

Please, trust us little one. We will wait a millennium if we have to.

[venstm]

I’m finally heeding the call and telling my mum I’m trans.

[syscultureis]

plural culture is your parents disowning you cause they found out you're queer and have online friends and wow hahaha i am dissociating so hard rn i cannot feel anything but apathy

I'm so sorry :(

[wheelie-sick]

[ID: a two panel comic. the first shows two people talking while smiling. one person asks "what do you mean former father?" the other person responds "I was disowned" the second panel shows both silently looking uncomfortable]

just in case anyone was wondering why I say "former"

[uncanny-tranny]

I think what so many people don't really get is that nine times out of ten, a child who dosowns their parent/s don't do it on a whim, where the parent is just a victim of circumstance.

On the contrary, we disown our parents for so many reasons, often because of unspeakable abuse, or even because the parent is simply not a good or nice person.

It's important to remember this because when you side with parents/guardians every single time, you will likely be siding with somebody who has inflicted so much harm onto their child. Do you want that blood to wind up on your hands?

[azucar-skull]

I used to be a part of something big...

Being disowned on my mom's side and dealing with loss on my dad's side is something I wish didn't happen at the exact same time. My mom's side hated me for being the mixed child, a product of their daughter marrying a Mexican man. They hated me more when I came out. But...

I still loved them...

.

Sorry for the sudden vent art drop. I woke up to a panic attack this morning and felt like drawing. Maybe I should've saved this for FCAU lol. Yk...with Casey being half-Kraang and his Kraang side treating him and his mom poorly and yada yada all that--

[veludo-rae]

hopefully my mum is just upset with me and saying things she doesn’t mean and isn’t actually cutting me off forever and stopping supporting me financially because I love my family a lot and also don’t have money haha. She’s probably joking I hope bc otherwise I don’t really know what I’m gonna do haha. ig I should open commissions soon lol

[aceing-on-the-cake]

CW: Religious Trauma, Disowned by Parents, Familial Abuse(disownment), SI mention, generalized angsty rant

I go through life a lot not thinking about the fact that like I've gotta form an entire support network from the ground up because of being raised in a cult. Like most people when they get kicked out from their house for being queer they have *some people*. Maybe it's extended family, aunts, uncles, grandparents. Maybe it's like a friend group. Maybe it's the friend's parents who are like your surrogate parents already. I don't know. But it's someone. They have people. They have base connections already with which they can make more off of.

But I just, don't.

I left a cult and lost every parent. I lost every sibling. I lost every surrogate aunt, uncle, and grandparent because I already didn't have actual extended family. I lost every friend I'd ever had. I. Lost. Every. Person. I. Knew.

And yeah, you can make more. That's the beautiful thing about humans, they grow and they heal no matter where you put them.

But it takes time, and that's time spent floundering around in my early twenties making stupid mistakes that cost me a lot because I don't have the parents to bounce things off of. That means trying to make friends and coming up with a total of 1 or 2 because all the normal times people made friends, school, college, etc, I was in, a fucking cult.

And like, I keep going. I live by a fuck it you thought I'd off myself out here and so I refuse to ever do so even when I was literally alone. I am out here pulling myself forward inch by inch with coffin-fucking-bloody hands (TM Berklie Novak-Stolz) and I move on and I live and I forget and it doesn't come up every single day of my life that I'm alone, even now, I'm so more alone than a human is supposed to be. I am making a found family but that cannot replace the grandparents I am supposed to know, the aunts and uncles I am supposed to be able to connect to, the parents I am supposed to be able to turn to. It helps, god does it fucking help, but you can't replace those things. And if you can, I have not figured out how.

[void-snakat]

Plan to get a binder in rural Appalachia :3

> It's Halloween in October. > Say I want to cosplay as a guy character or a flat character (prbly the latter for safety :3) > My Dad (<- the main bigot (when it comes to politics mom just listens to him)) is weeb, dweeb and a nerd (only derogatory cause fuck him) so if I am going for accuracy he might let me have one for the costume. > But until then I have to be EXTREMELY not sus ;3 > So he doesn't think I'll keep it or use it after the costume > AND hope he doesn't take it immediatly after so I can't use it > Let's hope this works cause some days I'm this close 🤏 to taping or other non-savory things (like a break down don't worry Abt me) :D

[mbrainspaz]

my mom got all teary eyed after I hugged everyone in the kitchen except her. What does she want from me? I was polite all evening. I treated her like I'd treat anyone who didn't want to get to know me. She's the one who said I was dead to her as long as I did this whole 'demonic non-binary nonsense' and she 'wants her daughter back.' I tried everything I could do to get her to see the rest of me but she never even asked a single question. She didn't want to know. She didn't want to know me. She was so amped up to be a martyr to the satanic leftist trans agenda. Are we having fun yet? How's the payoff?

honestly it hurt me to see her cry just like it always has but I just had to remind myself that she's choosing to be a victim of her own ignorance and gods know I already spent the worse part of the last decade trying and failing to fix that. I'm outta there.

[npdbenrey]

me (narc), remembering all the times my mom (therapist) shittalked pwNPD directly to my face.

[toxicsludgeyaoi]

Having seen that post regarding JKR and... that one poll runner's very long winded response refusing to answer if they supported her or not, I wanted to make this clear:

I do not support JKR. I am a trans person myself, and if I see anyone being bigoted on this blog I will not tolerate it.

Just in case anyone was unsure on my stance since i allowed HP submissions. People's lives are not politics- or, well, they shouldn't be.

If you support JKR or agree with her views, please leave! Thanks :>