Oh, your family member died? Get over it.
You lost your home in a natural disaster? Get over it.
The trauma of being relentlessly bullied at school, not just by other students, but by teachers too—adults who were supposed to guide and protect me. Instead, they made me feel worthless, isolated, and alone, as though I didn't even belong in the world. There’s also the trauma of growing up without parents—abandoned to navigate the world on my own. I was placed in a children’s home, a cold, dark, soul-crushing place with unbearable conditions that no child should ever have to endure. The workers there didn’t offer comfort, care, or even basic kindness. Instead, they treated me like a burden, something to be ignored, something that didn't matter. The workers would often scream at us, as though we were nothing more than pests to be managed, not children in need of love and care. I’ll never forget one day when a worker came into the room where we were supposed to do homework and yelled at me in front of everyone. She pulled me by the arm and dragged me out of my seat, shouting at me. She threw me into a small, dark room with no windows. The door slammed shut behind me, and I was left alone, trembling. I don’t remember how long I was in that room, but the isolation and humiliation stuck with me. I felt like I was nothing, like I didn’t matter to anyone, like I wasn’t even worth speaking to with kindness.
And yet, when I try to talk about it, there are always those who dismiss my pain. “But let’s unpack this, inkwell! You were unloved as a child because you had a bad personality!
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Imagine for a second, if I turned the tables and said to normies, “It’s like people have made a hobby out of being victims. Get over your victim complex.” Do you know how they’d react? They’d seethe with anger, as though I’ve just destroyed the very foundation of their worldview. The hypocrisy is unbelievable. Normies live by the motto: “Rules for thee, but not for me.” They can sit in their comfortable little lives, judging others from their high horses, but the moment someone dares to speak up about their suffering, they’re quick to dismiss it. It’s a game to them, and the rules are never the same for everyone.
You lost your home in a natural disaster? Get over it.
The trauma of being relentlessly bullied at school, not just by other students, but by teachers too—adults who were supposed to guide and protect me. Instead, they made me feel worthless, isolated, and alone, as though I didn't even belong in the world. There’s also the trauma of growing up without parents—abandoned to navigate the world on my own. I was placed in a children’s home, a cold, dark, soul-crushing place with unbearable conditions that no child should ever have to endure. The workers there didn’t offer comfort, care, or even basic kindness. Instead, they treated me like a burden, something to be ignored, something that didn't matter. The workers would often scream at us, as though we were nothing more than pests to be managed, not children in need of love and care. I’ll never forget one day when a worker came into the room where we were supposed to do homework and yelled at me in front of everyone. She pulled me by the arm and dragged me out of my seat, shouting at me. She threw me into a small, dark room with no windows. The door slammed shut behind me, and I was left alone, trembling. I don’t remember how long I was in that room, but the isolation and humiliation stuck with me. I felt like I was nothing, like I didn’t matter to anyone, like I wasn’t even worth speaking to with kindness.
And yet, when I try to talk about it, there are always those who dismiss my pain. “But let’s unpack this, inkwell! You were unloved as a child because you had a bad personality!
“Imagine for a second, if I turned the tables and said to normies, “It’s like people have made a hobby out of being victims. Get over your victim complex.” Do you know how they’d react? They’d seethe with anger, as though I’ve just destroyed the very foundation of their worldview. The hypocrisy is unbelievable. Normies live by the motto: “Rules for thee, but not for me.” They can sit in their comfortable little lives, judging others from their high horses, but the moment someone dares to speak up about their suffering, they’re quick to dismiss it. It’s a game to them, and the rules are never the same for everyone.
