family
Family can be our support system. Or they can be part of the problem. All about the complicated, loving, and difficult relationship with us and the ones who love us.
5 Ways to Remain Positive When You are Surrounded by Toxic People
When certain people in your life are causing you stress, your best bet is to avoid them, but this may not always be feasible. So you need to learn to protect your soul from the negativity of those around you. You should start by figuring out who in your life is bringing in negative vibes, and then devise a plan to shield yourself from them.
By Cosmin Child4 years ago in Psyche
Do I exist? Am I Invisible?
An indescribable hole comes into my chest and sense of self whenever my family forgets about me. Just the other day, my mother told me about how my brother, whom I hadn’t seen in two years and loved, was going to fly into California, where my other brother and his family lived, and that they were going to drive down and all get together — and she asked me, not if I wanted to join them, but she asked me if I could water the plants for her while she was gone visiting.
By Elizabeth Carver4 years ago in Psyche
Safety
I was in therapy today and I learned that growing up, my parents did a really good job of making me feel physically safe, but not emotionally safe. What wrecked me when I learned this was that my parents would actually say that they did a really good job of raising me. They put food on the table, clothed me, made sure I didn't get raped by minimizing how much I went out, put a roof over my head... Some people would classify this as the bare minimum. My parents would strongly disagree. These are things you're supposed to do as a parent. That comes with the job. But what my parents didn't know was that my emotional safety was just as important as my physical safety.
By Jessica Kim-Patterson4 years ago in Psyche
Family Legacy
I’ve been in Saint Lucia living with my family for almost ten months I’ve learned a lot about my family that most don’t learn in a year. My brother in-law is a womanizer who believes a woman is easily disposed of. He wanted to move his new girlfriend in, my mother in-law told me how his girlfriend Ashley he moved in. There had been so much stress and tension because of Derek’s anger issues.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)4 years ago in Psyche
Childhood Verbal Abuse and its Effects on a Child's Future
What is verbal abuse? Verbal abuse, from consumer.healthday.com, is: Name-calling, belittling, swearing, insulting, Indirect criticism, such as disparaging your child to your spouse, rejecting or threatening abandonment, threatening bodily harm, scapegoating or blaming, using excessive sarcasm (Making a mocking remark, such as "Now that was smart" when victim spills juice on the rug). Verbal abuse is a form of abuse that is often overlooked, as there are rarely physical symptoms of the abuse itself. It is not seen as ‘real abuse’ by many adults, and unless you can find proof, many members of child protection around the world will also not see it as true abuse. Verbal abuse can often lead to deep scars, mental issues, and lasting effects on someone's mind as they grow up, and sometimes they don't even realize where these effects come from.
By LS Constance4 years ago in Psyche
I no longer care
Feelings. I don't even know what those are anymore. Remember when you were five years old and would trip on a rock. Then you'd cry your way to your mom. With tears pouring down your face, you would go hug your mom's leg and she would ensure that you were okay. That same loving mother that would rock you until you fell asleep or carry from the car to your room after a long road trip, no longer exists as well as my feelings.
By Stella Shen4 years ago in Psyche
Affected by violence
How my life was affected by violence, Hi, hello my name is Nila and I am 20 years old and this is the story of how I was bullied and mentally,emotionally,physically abused by people I thought loved me. So where should we start? When I was 7 (an only child) I lost my parents to a crash in a snowstorm.My parents were both doctors (36 year old Lisa) (48 year old Harrold) and this day was supposed to be their day off to get sleep and spend time with me. Before they left they had the tiredest look in there eye’s, and on this specific night (May 9,2008) they unexpectedly got a call to come in as soon as they could, so they dropped me off at my grandmother's house (68 year old Annie) and told me they had to rush and perform and emergency surgery on one of there oldest client (86 year old Margret) who had a deadly tumor growing off her brain. The surgery lasted six hours, you're probably wondering how I would have known this stuff if i wasn't in the car, well after the surgery my parents were on the phone with me telling me how it went. They left around 8:30 pm and I didnt get a call until about 2:30 am. Me being the excited 7 year old I was ,I was waiting for them to come pick me up, but unfortunately they didn’t make it back. It turns out the snow had created black ice on the road which had caused theirs (black ford) and another car (white honda) to slide heads on (none of the passengers made it in my parents car or the other car). The sad thing about it was that I had just said bye and hung up the phone on them. A few hours later I didn’t get any more calls from them nor did they come to get me or call me grandmother. My grandmother was making breakfast for me and I turned on the news.What I saw was shocking, there were two cars crushed in the front and inside. Then the reporters showed all the passengers that died. My parents' face flashed across the screen declaring a fatal crash.I broke down and as I was crying my grandmother came and saw what I had seen on the Television, she turned it off and grabbed me in her arms crying trying to comfort me, 5 minutes go by and she gets a call, it tells her that the crash was my parents. After that trauma I lived with my grandmother for 6 years until she got sick (with cancer) and passed away. A week after the funeral (CPS) came and took me away to an Orphanage that was 500 miles away from my home. I stayed there for about a year until I got a foster home with (28 year old Addison) and (46 year old Bill). They had no kids and lived a average paying,and living life.They were nice for a week of my stay then they start acting as if I was the maid or house keeper of the house.If I didn’t do something right Bill would whip or beat me, if I spilled even a drop of water on the floor, Bill would whip or beat me and Addison just sat there or didn’t feed me for week. It went on like that for six months. I would go to school wear makeup or hid in my sleeves just to cover up the bruises I had.The caretakers of the orphanage came to visit and see how I was.They figured out that I was being abused.They took me away and put me back in the system and Bill and Addison went to jail. A few more months went past and I ended up in another home. I won’t go into detail about this home because of what happened but I will say I was physically assaulted in this home and at the end I ended back in the system.Two months (November 16) later it was my 15th birthday. I Spent it alone in sadness and depression at this point I wanted to end it all and the main point is that I didn’t tell anyone, but I knew ending it was for good.I went to the third foster home with (32 year old Milley) and her son (16 year old Millo). I choose not to open up to them. I started dressing in black and hanging with the wrong groups.I would sneak out, experimenting with drugs,stealing, contributing to gangs and crimes.I was like this for 2 years and my mom who adopted me still tried to get close and have a bond ,but I built a wall for my emotions and people. I wasn’t going to trust any one. One day (April ,21) the gang ( Splicer)(young teenage gang) that I hung out with was tied up in some deals with another gang. They ended up not paying anything and young 17 year old me was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I remember going to our usual spot then I heard gunshots (Bang) (Boom) (Bow) then all of a sudden I heard the gang around me and screaming in terror, “call the ambulance, call the ambulance!!!”.Then it went black. I woke up in the hospital to my mom and my brother. It turns out I was shot, not once but three times, one in my abdomen and one in the shoulder and one in the leg. It was too much pain to handle so I blacked out instead of screaming in pain.I was so surprised to see my mom there, she was screaming and crying in joy.I thought she hated me because I didn’t show her love. Two month after recovery my mom gave me a class to help with my depression and trouble and in that class we talked about what caused violence in our life and what we did that made it better. Now I am 20 years old, happy and better than I’ve ever been. P.S it’s fictional
By Ryah Dennard4 years ago in Psyche
Hell's Decorated Door
Everyone has a sob traumatic childhood story. Their own personal hell. All completely valid. Took me 15 odd some years to realize that. That I wasn't alone at all, and I didn't have to go through it alone. Even when I was too embarrassed of my own hell. Maybe my story will help someone.
By Annisa McDowell4 years ago in Psyche
