[Alright, so I'm going to keep adding to this introduction essay over the years and actually use it for sharing personal experiences with the community and I will probably use it to truly talk about who I am, what I believe, some of my experiences, and everything else that I'd like to share: I'm hoping that I can actually spread experience and perspectives I've gained in life so as to benefit someone else. A WARNING though, I'm also going to be sharing some very personal things in this post its going to be a very honest talk about myself and the world so below's the trigger warning] This post might discuss domestic disputes and violence i've suffered through, it might discuss depression, suicide or death, and a range of topics that can include negative experiences such as being hit on by a domestic abuser in my household or having drug addiction in my family as a theme or being exploited by my boss at work or being manipulated by someone I trusted; essentially I'm sharing and opening up dialogue about some of the bad experiences in my life. It's just a fair warning though so that if that kind of discussion might make you feel bad then maybe don't read this furthermore because I don't want anyone to feel let down when they hear about these experiences and perspective analysis I had an enlightening experience, rewriting most of my introduction essay to actually reflect a matured perspective and a few changes I've encountered. I originally posted a lot of rambling and well I read it all and it looked like crap and represented a negative emotional state I was living through.
I need to start by expressing that I don't emotionally feel courageous enough to talk about everything, not at the moment. Until I can say that I do, I'm just sharing what I do feel courageous enough to share and tell and also that I'm making a better effort for that to be something a lot more positive.
Well.. when I was younger I can recall that my lower class family while very loving and warm had some emotional turmoil through my early childhood resulting in affecting my self esteem. My mom and my dad are emotional people; my moms bipolar and there's a number of life experiences that contribute to her having low self esteem and my dad also has bipolar, autism, and dimentia as well as experiences from life contributing to low self esteem and toxic coping mechanisms (prescribed a lot of medication, a whole bunch of powerful opiates, muscle relaxers, benzodiazepines, etc and had a problem with these substances on one hand and being homeless or having some level of insecurity with stability). I don't actually know what else to say.. I want to tell about actual experiences and my heart twinges with consciousness but its like "no.. ouch!" too much to even write out. I don't actually understand the complexity of asking Why or How come? And I almost can't understand it, we fool ourselves every time we picture ourselves really knowing exactly who our true selves are.
My parents divorced when I was about 5 or so and afterward I think I became really depressed and angry (raging!). After having a very bad meltdown (a teacher opened the door for me, being in a special class and being told i had an intelectual disability I took it the complete wrong way as an insult that I'm not capable and I simply didn't want to feel like I can't do things.. so I was told that I blacked out and started throwing desks and punching people and attacking and scaring the kids in the room - this got me sent to a mental institution (Center Point hospital in St. Louis and it was really bad, they sedated me a lot because of having really massive rage and adrenaline rushes and feelings that I have to fight and stand up for myself and protect myself and be just as powerful and capable as anyone else - it would actually take a lot of effort and personnel if I'd act out so angrily and the sadest thing looking back on how the rage affected people's perception of me and thereby my self esteem and self image: basically the workers at this hospital sucked. I remember a being forced with sedatives by a caretaker and being locked into a glass room and left there during a meltdown: no one tried to talk to me, just demand and tell me what to do at this mental institution. Hell, I walked to the lady at the desk and started talking to her about my feet hurting and that I can't sleep; just sort of upset actually that I'm ripped from my family all the way to st. louis because I can't control my anger. I remember eventually becoming anorexic here. It escalated so quickly to that point.. my emotions. I'm going to say that the most important experience I had was interacting with other children and learning that I'm not alone even though the adults didn't understand my anger I knew there were other people misunderstood too and that I did comprehend really well for a 5 year old. I remember group meetings and going to a recess and playing and interacting with other kids and in those ways I think I took something vital for one trait that i'd continue to run with through my life: empathy. No one empathized with me at the time and the only people I could relate to were other kids with things going on in their lives that brought them to a mental hospital and my family members during visitation. Also when my family came to visit me it meant the world! I mean crap.. I'm really getting sentimental but as soon as an adult came to let me know that I can go see my dad or my mom or my sister my whole energy changed... But then too when we did have conversations about everything going on that would like make me really confused, angry, afraid, and defensive...
Wow, that felt great! I just got something really huge off my chest there... I'm upset now, but I guess its good this time hahaha, still feel like a burden I'm living with everyday was relieved and allowed to remain in the past After this, I stayed with my mom a little longer and moved to my dads when my mom didn't let me get a game I wanted at Walmart (AND DEEP DOWN i regretted that decision and was either on the verge of tears or so upset about it, this was like a defensive response to wanting to play the game which deep down I just loved games and felt like my mom was rejecting something that could have brought my mind to a distraction. When I moved in with my dad I sort of got what I begged for. My dad who at the time had been on a lot of prescribed garbage (morphine, fentanyl, percocet, benzodiazepines like valium, all kinds of potent and addictive drugs) would kind of lack in the ways that your parent would need to tell you "no" sometimes or prevent you from doing something wrong. He doesn't have the ability to connect the understanding: its neurological and not something the dude fakes, its related to his mental disability. So I got to play as many games as I wanted, my dad would sleep all day doped up and eventually I'd be spending a whole day... by myself... on the Playstation. No sunlight, no time with my dad, no friends because I lived in the middle of nowhere.. It let me down but I can see things as mistakes and human errors. We all make mistakes and we don't always understand how we believe we do.
I look at it this way: my dad grew up homeless or instable without anyone giving him love or building his character. He doesn't know how to control his emotions because no one gave him the stability to withstand the disturbances they cause. He loves his son and his daughters. He might not tell us "no" when we ask for something as a mechanism for keeping our love at its peak all of the time which might do something vital for him (love is a drive like thirst or breathing, not just a feeling like anger or happiness. Maybe he was starved for a long time? Maybe he was actually scared to tell us "no" or maybe he felt like his life was left with few luxuries). He'd buy us things often enough like showering us in material affections but I realize that he probably didn't know that there were alot of ways, not just spending money; to support someone. I don't think anyone ever in his life made the effort to teach him that.
I visited my mom for a summer and told her that my dad was letting me smoke pot at the age of about 12 and that ended that and I was staying for well until 16 when the turmoil and verbal violence and narcissism hit a peak with my mom's new husband and I moved back in with my dad. So my mom is another topic I'm going to take the time to think more about it but I will say her husband is still a douchebag and won't even let her do crafts now; she's on oxygen 24/7 and pretty much just wants to make crafts and art projects so with her own money she bought 200$ worth of crafts materials and gave it to my sister for her to give back as a "present" so fuck that dude he's a jerk and I really think its a crappy way to go into your end life.
When I moved back in with my dads as a teen i found out that he did have immense depression during this period and attempted suicide with attempting and overdose. I remember his body language and posture and man... I feel sorry for both of my parents and the damage. I remember my mom's tears and how much both leaving last time at like 12 made her cry and how much she had cried or how many tears she'd repressed to not cry as I'm leaving at 16 - in this instance though she made the choice to help me leave because the dysfunction between me and her husband got to a point where she just knew that it was the best for me.. Unfortunately my mom has feelings of being a failure and regrets the past; she doesn't really like talking about bad things in the past either which actually tells me that it still bothers her.. like a lot.
So I'm going to move to a recent series of events. My half sister (not my immediate sister) moved into our fucking 2 bedroom apartment when she got evicted for the second time (methamphetamine addiction) with her 3 kids and her narcissist abusive husband. He'd beat her like all the time and it would stop for a week but the man isn't worth very much as a husband or father so it didn't change. He'd also hurt the kids too. Then she cheated on him with another pile of crap that was an alcoholic and was someone who'd probably beat a child to death... I'm not mincing words here so again, I was serious when I said this is a heavy set of topics I mean I had to live with domestic abusers for years guys. My nephew and neices have had the worst end of all of it though because they grew up with a dad that beat on his mom and now they get to live with a real let-down of a person who they really don't freaking know and who doesn't know the first thing about who they are.
There was ALOT of beligerant arguing and I think that the kids hate their mom today because of the choices she's made and because she's also a narcissist and abuser (she yells at them and smacks them waaaaay too hard like specifically to hurt them and by "yell" I'm really understating volumes because she fucking beat down those kids self worth at the worst of times making them feel worthless).
In a recent series of events I got really tired of her new boyfriend and one time I was walking my dogs outside and heard him making threats of killing the kids father in front of them and killing anyone in the way: i walked into my room (my dad and i shared it and my nephew was sitting with us to get away from their fighting) and had a bad look on my face like my nephew even saw that I was going to go do something about it and well I did, I really want to explain the altercation while discouraging violence because its not a thing I want to spread on the Nexus or anywhere but.. I walked into their room and he was ontop of her overpowering her on the bed and I walked up behind him and swung my fist, broke a nose and then got the tar knocked out of me: he threatened and attempted to kill me actually grabbing my hair and attempting to hit me in the back of the neck like this could have cost me my life, I don't encourage violence or taking life so please don't take this as condoning it. He beat me and I'm lucky enough to be alive and people exist in this world who just don't care about life and that's that. There's people who don't feel an obligation to control that..
Afterward, I quit my job and moved away with my dad and now I'm living with my immediate sister and can visit my mom more often and my real sister who I view as close family is setting up the rest of my life at the moment helping me to find a job, learn new experiences, oh man its totally different: she's empathetic, she values life so much more, I'm so much happier now. I'm even talking to someone that isn't family (roommate from upstairs) who I just relate to by volumes like I'm already sentimental over them and have only known them a couple weeks really (and yea I have a little crush on them, they're really intelligent and funny and insightful and empathetic and they make me kind of feel alot less alone in alot of ways their a different but very relatable person so i'm crossing my fingers that it'll work out). I'm working on getting a job and getting out of some behaviors mindsets i'd like to leave behind me. I'm getting to grow, a lot more is offered now to me as hope.
I'm so proud that my dad has grown too over the years: quit most of his prescribed garbage (on suboxone but even thinking about switching over to just cannabis!!!!) and its unmistakable that he's finally had someone teach him that you can support someone in so many different ways; not just one or two.
Thank you for listening, I originally posted a totally different article of words and removed talking about my drug experiences focusing on just myself. Alot came out writing this that needed to be said.
So they're saying I can't call it Almondmilk, it has to be "Almond juice" or "Almond beverage" and I'm like "don't have a cow man"
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https://www.dmt-nexus.me...aspx?g=posts&t=95231 https://www.dmt-nexus.me...1077261&#post1077261https://www.lifeafterhate.org/San Fermin: Better company (song)
https://wiki.dmt-nexus.me/Attitude_Page