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It was made abundantly clear to me, one of the worst possible things I could do is embarrass my parents. This reinforced my "be invisible" tactic. What actually happened didn't matter; only outsiders' perception of it. This mirrored my own experience at home. What I felt and wanted didn't matter, only how I acted and reacted. | It was made abundantly clear to me, one of the worst possible things I could do is embarrass my parents. This reinforced my "be invisible" tactic. What actually happened didn't matter; only outsiders' perception of it. This mirrored my own experience at home. What I felt and wanted didn't matter, only how I acted and reacted. | ||
- | Despite my inability to see the obvious regarding the nature of my family, something were always clear. People would comment on how nice or friendly my mother was and I would marvel at their mis-perception. I got to see her being all smiles and friendly to their faces, and once they were gone, she would proceed to shit-talk them for hours afterwards. For the most inconsequential things, too. | + | Despite my inability to see the obvious regarding the nature of my family, somethings were always clear. People would comment on how nice or friendly my mother was and I would marvel at their mis-perception. I got to see her being all smiles and friendly to their faces, and once they were gone, she would proceed to shit-talk them for hours afterwards. For the most inconsequential things, too. |
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+ | When I was in second grade, I learned that my mother was a teacher in her homeland. She had taught second grade in the Philippines. Even at eight-years-old, I realized that sounded terrible. I distinctly remember thinking, "she's terrible with children, that must've been awful." Yet I couldn't apply that to myself. I couldn't see that she was terrible with me and that that was wrong. If I recall correctly, she quit because she couldn't handle the job. | ||
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+ | Everything about my family seemed okay from the outside. My depression and moodiness leaked outward to my parents chagrin. They just blamed it on being a teenager. They didn't like it but only made the most pathetic attempts to deal with it. | ||
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+ | When I was in 7th or 8th grade overheard a conversation between my father and my grandfather. My grandfather wanted me to date Nicole, the daughter of his proctologist (she and I were classmates). Or something like that. It may have been more wondering why I wasn't pursuing her. My father said he didn't think I was interested in girls yet. Talk about naive--I'd been interested in girls since basically forever. I definitely remember crushing on classmates in kindergarten. Just further proof of my parents not having a clue about my inner-world. As to why I wasn't interested in Nicole, she was an insufferable goody-goody who had a long history of tattling on me. I did not find her physically attractive and I'm sure she had nothing nice to say about me either. | ||
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