Wisps Posts Tagged as 'Family'
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The stereotype we run from is our family. 24-Jun-2020
My grandfather was so devastated by grandmother's cheating and impregnation by the family pastor that when he moved to NY, he became a warlock. He was the most affluent and secured force in the family, with my god fearing mother his apprentice and I a witness. 24-Oct-2019
We're not allowed to complain about getting old. The new adults (any person not our age) are so adamant about excluding themselves from God's given fate that they will extricate you to locations that fossilize the brain until you can't remember Marvel movies. I'm scared, my gayby is a Nazi. 18-Oct-2019
Our mothers raise us to perpetuate macho proclivities whilst removing our power. 05-Oct-2019
As predictably expected, there are no more Amazons in my life. They confused controlling my life as support. 28-Aug-2019
None remain but one. Support is a script they memorized but never felt. 27-Jul-2019
Life lessons have taught my amazons to be more understanding. They are fully supporting me and I couldn't be more proud and humbled. 15-May-2019
I think that they think that when we ask them for acceptance, we are asking them to be hypocrites.
It indicates it's not resolvable. 30-Jul-2019
When everything in your past is based on lies, the most respectful thing to do is try to forget it. 27-Jul-2019
I've changed my mind about spirituality. You can believe whatever you want as long as it keeps your heart beating and no one gets hurt. Amen. 14-May-2019
I was an artist for 17 years. My art was regarded and recompensed with awards and scholarships. My mother thought that art was for faggots and adjoined with my sister to bully it out of me. My mother hated the idea so much she would have fucked Bill Maher just to annoy me.
When I was seventeen I made an anniversary painting for my 52 year old lover/daddy. He couldn't fake being impressed. I tossed the picture out and never drew again. I felt my mother and sister were right because they never kept evidence for me to dispute.
I could have been great or shit. I have no idea. 05-Feb-2019
It taught me that war has many voices. 15-Oct-2018
If I needed more information than a program could provide, I read the book. 14-Oct-2018
My cartoons were my respite from reverberations associated with abuse. Still are. 11-Oct-2018
It helped push me out my bubble. 11-Oct-2018
I learned how to tie a necktie for my first job interview by watching JR Ewing tie his own...and I got the job. 10-Oct-2018
I learned I wasn't alone. 10-Oct-2018
I found its world kind. 10-Oct-2018
I travelled. 10-Oct-2018
It informed me that what my mother was doing to us wasn't a punishment but abuse. Thank you Phil (Donahue.) 09-Oct-2018
It's where I met a good mother. Thanks Mrs. Brady. 09-Oct-2018
TV was my mother. 08-Oct-2018
No one cares about the environment because God created everything to destruct. They bloat the planet with children so they can watch them go boom. 08-Oct-2018
I watch horror movies anticipating that they will scare me more than my mother did. No such luck. 07-Oct-2018
I was saddened that the power of the church is such that the voices of child abuse were shut down. Is our belief in religion stronger than our love for our children?
Parents, I implore you as a "rag doll" victim of many strait adult males, take charge. The only way to stop the abuse in religion is to take away its candy. A kid doesn't understand it, is bored by it and it counters the brain on how to treat people in society. Let your children decide about religion when they are adults. Don't allow a stranger to teach them what's good, that's your job. The pederasts will ween themselves out from lack of entertainment and you can have your safety and love of a child back. 17-Aug-2018
When I was diagnosed bipolar (almost 15 years ago) I professed to my mother and sister that the treatment (medicine) had elevated my mood and subsided my rage. My sister disclaimed it while my mother guffawed and pushed all my buttons so I would lose it. She mockingly attested that the treatment wasn't working if she could still make me mad. She kept laughing, I hung up on her and sweared to myself that I would work hard to not allow anyone to take my mental health for granted again. 16-Aug-2018
When I ventured away from the "family bubble" I started to encounter racism. The only contact with white people I had growing up were teachers that treated me favorably of whom many I considered mentors.
I would complain to my mother about this treatment and she proclaimed I was imagining things.
"How dare I think so highly of myself to presume people were talking or acting improperly behind my back or to my face."
She chalked it up to a mental disorder and an insecurity of mine. Even when I was voraciously humiliated I counted to ten and took deep breaths so my presumptions wouldn't get the better of me. I would explode, deflate and repeat the process always convinced it was in my head.
When my sister and family were being racially tormented my mother accepted it as truth. I asked her why she believed my sister's racial discrepancies and not mine and she stated it was because my brother-in-law was a black American. I was hurt that my privileged white mother couldn't accept that the world mostly judges in terms of black and white and that being a Puerto Rican wasn't going to change that perception.
It is a disservice to brown people born of two colors to be denied a truth because one parent lives in privilege. 01-Aug-2018