They did this to us. They can never repair the wrong and the injustice.
As Trumon got older, I became increasingly bitter towards him because he would not stand up for me, even though he knew I was right, even though he was in a position of privilege because the parents don't treat him badly. But he's my little baby brother, I don't want to ask him to be strong for me either. Children shouldn't have such burdens.
Trumon wrote this at the beginning of 2013 but I saw it just now. I always needed him to be there (and this he didn't always do) to say what I couldn't come to terms with: that the abuse was real and that I wasn't making it up. I just needed to hear it, to know that my mind wasn't playing tricks on me because I couldn't tell if I was going crazy. What if I really were just a spoiled, ungrateful brat? No ... no. It wasn't my fault.
We shouldn't do this to children. I feel like I'll always be a small child, waiting for the parents that I deserve.
Thoughts on parenting; thoughts on growing up
My parents and my sister have been on bad terms for years now. Being the baby of the family, no one is ever picking a fight with me. But because of this, for as long as I can remember, I've been stuck in the middle of the fight. Sometimes, the parents are right. Sometimes, my sister is right. But sometimes, I just can't side with anyone.
My sister's side of the argument is that the parents are abusive. She feels neglected, harassed and misunderstood. Dad has had a streak of immaturity and abusiveness throughout our childhood, which is was upsets my sister so much. She calls out on Dad for his irresponsibility as a caring father, which only makes things worse. Despite his actions, Mom still defends him, simply because he is Dad. The parents have absolutely no reason left in them. My sister has been insisting for many months to move out to her boyfriend's house, where it is a much more caring and loving environment, as opposed to our own house.
The conclusion to this argument: the parents pays the tuition; the parents feeds the house; the parents supports the family financially; you are an ungrateful, spoiled, stubborn child who just wants to be with her boyfriend.
My parents' side of the argument is that my sister is stubborn. She's stubborn, spoiled, and bossy. In Chinese philosophy, they say that my sister has too much of the fire element. My parents feel that my sister can never realize her wrongs because she's too proud and too stubborn. They try to protect her from harm and heartbreak. They try to tell her that she has to remember her reputation as a woman and that moving into her boyfriend's house is bad for her. Mom thinks that she's done everything she can as a mother and that she's not wrong.
The conclusion to this argument: the parents pays the tuition; the parents feeds the house; the parents supports the house financially; you are an ungrateful, spoiled, stubborn child who just wants to be with her boyfriend.
A few months down the road, the arguments and the bitterness still linger. The atmosphere in the house is always heavy. No one is safe. A few weeks later, things break apart. Mom gives up and my sister move out, but she still hopes that my sister will come back. My sister leaves the house in tears. Mom doesn't still doesn't understand the abuse that my sister feels. And then the house is quiet. Present day, and now it's mom's turn to crack under the pressure.
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We all hear stories about homophobia and bullying in school. We all hear about suicide attempts and the suffering that the LGBT community has put up with. We have all seen those kids with mental disabilities in the hallway, or alone on the side of the classroom. We all hear and see those kids who ridicule those with disabilities, or hear homophobic jokes around the class. It wasn't until recently that I found out that my cousin has partial autism. We were always told that he had a case of ADD. It came to me like a slap to the face. How was it that for my entire childhood, we were told something completely different? Furthermore, I don't think his parents knew that it was autism either.
I remember when we were young, imagining the future meant finding a job, having a house and a car, having a lovely spouse, and children. I remember hearing girls talk about how cute it'd be to have a kid, and then they'd proceed to come up with names and everything and how they'd live their lives. Everyone thinks of those kind of things at one point or another. But then I read this article the other day. I sat there, speechless, for many moments. It occurred to me how little I knew about parenting. Many times, you think of parenting as having a spouse, a house, income, and a child. You imagine parenting to be taking your child to lessons, going out for dinner with them every so often, having popcorn and movie nights, and so on.
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I had a girlfriend in the past. It was my first girlfriend, and unfortunately, our relationship ended badly. Why? We were young. We still are. Because of that relationship though, I've learned many things. I've learned the many sides and obstacles to having a relationship. As teenagers, your relationship is not just between you and your partner. Your relationship is also your parents' relationship too, unfortunately. I've learned that the hard way, which I can say quite confidently that that has scarred me.
Meeting new people is that much more complicated because of that past experience. I find myself ridiculously nervous around girls' parents now, whether it's my crush, or just any other girl friend. It's that fear of parents looming over your shoulders at every moment. My sister says that I'm just a flaker who gets pushed over by something as measly as that, and that if I really liked someone, then those things wouldn't matter. But even then, the fear doesn't go away.
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I always laugh it off and make a joke out of my white hairs when people mention it. "Oh, I'm such an old man, hahaha". Seeing as I can't hide it, why not embrace it? But sometimes, I think about it, and I feel as if they show something.
I've watched my sister and my parents fight since I was in grade 4 or so. I've been in a terrible relationship that has left a bad scar. I've been in this bitter atmosphere for so long, and sometimes, it really does feel like I'm too old for this.
You hear cases of disabilities, bullying, abuse, death and struggles, and it scares you. You hear stories like Anarchist Soccer Mom's son Michael, shootings, and mental illnesses, and it scares you. You wake up in the morning knowing that anything could go wrong between someone in the house, and it scares you.
You try and move on from your past relationship experiences. You try to find new people, find new relationships, new friends, and it scares you. You meet people's parents, you're put into expectations, you're put in these strange atmospheres, and it scares you. You try and imagine a life with the perfect wife, job and kids. But then you hear these cases of mental illnesses, you experience it first hand at your cousin's house, you see your sad excuse for parents, and it scares you.
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