It’s my position that if your parents knew better and still brought this hell on you, you should hate them more than any living creature.
My sub Saharan mother had me at me at near 40 with a man dysgenic in all traits but for his height man 7 years her senior from outside her ethnic/religious group(sub Saharan still)
I was the first crumpled mess to escape her womb. I’ve been beaten had my property destroyed, had my bones broken been denigrated for reading (yes reading) And I still treated them as I believed a dutifully son ought to. Once it became clear that I hadn’t developed and wouldn’t (around 6th grade) the attacks on my being become more and more overt. “You’re a loser” “How are you going to feed your family with that”. Comments on my physiology like “oh he got to dark”, “oh isn’t he built so poorly” or “ oh no his lips got big”, as though I wasn’t a product of their jungle floor genetics and awful child rearing. I would stand up for myself against bullies at school and my parents would side with the school and beat me at home. This is besides the point of constant dislocation, going to multiple schools in the same year sometimes until 10th grade. Being left in the care of complete strangers for days. Along with the fact that I was recommended testing for Autism by multiple teachers in elementary, as I did well in school but was a complete a social retard with no capacity to relate to others, of course my retard parents emphatically denied me any much needed help.
By the time I was meant to go to university I was completely mentally & physically enfeebled. Reliant on Benzos to go to class, 145 lbs at 17 bmi.
By some luck the distance from home allowed me to make better choices in terms of copes before I died from overdose like others I know.
My mind is gone, warped into something I cannot recognize. The only thing that keeps me getting up and going to work is the cope that in my 40s I’ll be able to escape to some mid western shit hole and have my own space to rot until my dogs get me.
I had many opportunities in life when I was under my parents control, they lit them on fire in my face and called me a loser for endeavoring to trying.
I don’t think this type of thing is even uncommon with cases where old overly educated immigrants settled late, to shit out a baby ( because muh biological imperative). Only to abuse the kid for 18 years until the kid never speaks to them again.
My sub Saharan mother had me at me at near 40 with a man dysgenic in all traits but for his height man 7 years her senior from outside her ethnic/religious group(sub Saharan still)
I was the first crumpled mess to escape her womb. I’ve been beaten had my property destroyed, had my bones broken been denigrated for reading (yes reading) And I still treated them as I believed a dutifully son ought to. Once it became clear that I hadn’t developed and wouldn’t (around 6th grade) the attacks on my being become more and more overt. “You’re a loser” “How are you going to feed your family with that”. Comments on my physiology like “oh he got to dark”, “oh isn’t he built so poorly” or “ oh no his lips got big”, as though I wasn’t a product of their jungle floor genetics and awful child rearing. I would stand up for myself against bullies at school and my parents would side with the school and beat me at home. This is besides the point of constant dislocation, going to multiple schools in the same year sometimes until 10th grade. Being left in the care of complete strangers for days. Along with the fact that I was recommended testing for Autism by multiple teachers in elementary, as I did well in school but was a complete a social retard with no capacity to relate to others, of course my retard parents emphatically denied me any much needed help.
By the time I was meant to go to university I was completely mentally & physically enfeebled. Reliant on Benzos to go to class, 145 lbs at 17 bmi.
By some luck the distance from home allowed me to make better choices in terms of copes before I died from overdose like others I know.
My mind is gone, warped into something I cannot recognize. The only thing that keeps me getting up and going to work is the cope that in my 40s I’ll be able to escape to some mid western shit hole and have my own space to rot until my dogs get me.
I had many opportunities in life when I was under my parents control, they lit them on fire in my face and called me a loser for endeavoring to trying.
I don’t think this type of thing is even uncommon with cases where old overly educated immigrants settled late, to shit out a baby ( because muh biological imperative). Only to abuse the kid for 18 years until the kid never speaks to them again.
