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[raiden_x]

What's something that happened during your childhood that messed you up for a good long while?

What repercussions did it have/does it still have on you?

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[sunow]

My mother would constantly tell me I was ugly, fat, stupid, and had ruined her life. And my favorite, that no man would ever love me because of those things.

I often still have days where my self-esteem is really low because of it, and when people are upset with me, no matter how I try to beat it down, there's always a small part of me that thinks if they DID love me, they won't now because I've done Something Wrong. :(

[itsjustaphase]

*HUGS*

[bookworms]

I'm sorry about your mother calling you these things. It wasn't right of her to lower your self-esteem because she didn't have any. Also, I don't think you're actually any of these things!

[bellapalmera]

When I was in third grade, my parents fought basically every night. My dad would come home late and then he and my mom would just scream at each other for house. I didn't find out (or more like figure out) why until years later. That same year, my cousin died. I never cried about any of this when it was going on, but at school I would cry just about every day. It would be over stupid, stupid things like someone laughing at me for something innocent, or losing a math game. Then everyone would laugh at me for crying and I would just cry more.

When I was about 19, I figured out 2 things.
1)I STILL DO THIS. I have been doing this forever and that is how it started.
2)They were fighting because my dad had cheated on my mom. They are still married so I'm glad it took me 11 years to figure that out, because there was no sense in holding it against him at that point.

[anonymous]

I stepped on a fork when I was about 4-5 years old, it went all the way through my foot. I'm still horrified of forks, and if one falls on the floor, someone else has to pick it up. If I'm all alone, I shove it somewhere I won't step on it, with a broom. :(

For most of my childhood, my mom dated countless guys, some of which liked to burn me with cigarettes, if I'd 'get in their way'. I'm still scared of people that I see smoking in the streets.

[fraises]

My dad's abuse. My mom getting diagnosed with MS and basically giving up on her life when I was 13, and doing nothing but get drunk. Thirteen years later, she's still doing the same damn thing. Never being good enough, no matter what I did, always being too stupid, fat, ugly, disgusting, and basically a lot of other insults, over and over again. Having wine bottles thrown at my head at least once a week kinda fucked me up good for awhile.

I bend over backwards to try to make my mom happy. I flinch when people throw things in my general direction. I get a bit scared that someone will hit me again. I learned to hit back if someone does. For the most part, though, I think I've turned out pretty well adjusted.

[opheliaheart]

<3

[showyoulove]

*hugs*

[anonymous]

the things fucking my life up happened during my teenagerhood