- Forth
If I weren’t going by Granddraggle, I’d /deserve/ to go by Meme
HERE COMES THAT GRANDBABY!
OH SHIT, WHAT’S UP?!!!
hey everybody, check out these lesbian witch cats at my local rescue
Being abused can seriously affect your ability to distinguish between “not obviously pleased” and “obviously displeased” because abusers go from Neutral to Hostile for absolutely no discernible reason, and eventually you start worrying that everyone is going to be like that and you start feeling this urge to make absolutely sure that the people you actually care about aren’t mad or upset, because to you, “there’s no evidence that they’re not angry” is the same as “there’s evidence that they are angry”
I have never heard this put into words before but it explains so much. Even as a kid I was constantly scared my mom was mad just when she was making a neutral expression cause she could go from 0 to 60 with no other warning.
Omg I didn’t realise. I do this. I’m constantly checking that people are ok and not mad.
Because that’s what my dad did. 0-rage monster in a second.
Hyper vigilance over other people’s emotional state because of previous / repeated / continuous exposure to volatile people is seriously just…the most exhausting, fucked up, draining, relationship-fucking, driving-yourself-mad thing and it is so rarely explained well or talked about at all and I’m SO GLAD this post is going around.
If someone is even slightly less than being 100% positive/happy/approving of me I pick up on it right away, even if it has absolutely nothing to do with me, and I fret and stress and am on edge. Which is so unfair because other people are allowed to have feelings and they’re allowed to express those feelings and it’s almost never about me anyway.
And then trying to explain that you expect them to be volatile assholes when they’ve never shown any evidence of being that way, and trying to say that it’s not personal, is almost impossible. Because it’s always taken personally and how can they not, really?I wonder what the discourse looks like to people who don’t have this
The fucked up thing is that at least at the beginning this hypervigilence helped me at jobs.
I quickly became attuned to the moods of bosses and learned to anticipate their needs and did more/extra to keep them happy. They loved it. But sooner or later they’d learn they could take advantage of me because of it.
Even though I’ve never lifted a hand to my child, I find myself explaining my feelings a LOT, because I never want my child to think, “I’ve done wrong and I don’t know what or how to fix it.” In the top ten most frequent expressions around here, “I’m not angry at you, I’m just tired/worried/in pain/concentrating/in dire need of coffee” has a regular spot.
^^^that’s awesome! A lot of parents treat kids as if they don’t deserve an explanation or apology which is very confusing when the kids are still learning to articulate emotions.
they are a witch’s two familars and have never gotten along, but one day the witch disappears and so they must go on a cross-country search in order to bring her home. along the way, the cat learns to loosen up while the crow gains worldly experience, and they both become better friends
Yeah I’m gonna need more of this pls
If I ever become one of those grandparents who say grandchildren are ~so much better~ (what people keep telling me), smaaaaassssh me with a hammmmmerrrrrrr.
“I like my children. I LOVE my grandchildren.”
You sound obnoxious and lazy, people in general.
“I like my children. I LOVE my grandchildren. I would not have children again if I were to do it over. I don’t want that karma.”
That is super dope news, cougar wife of the guy who forgot the concept of parents existed and kept reading Hannah as “just a vessel” for me and for Lucy.
Controversial opinion: a burger has failed if it falls apart, or can’t all be bitten properly. If a burger makes your hands messy, it has failed, not matter what the taste
A failed burger can absolutely still be a good time and a good meal but I’m talking about these fancy gastro pubs and soho diners which pride themselves on their flavour artistry - which just means stuffing as many things as they can into the bun, without any concern for how it’s going to be eaten.
tbh if you have to put a stick through it to make it stand up it’s not a burger
People at work aren’t sure about me, strangers are looking at me like I’m stupid, and there’s a severe weather party going on this week, but I’m still smiling and laughing.
I’m going to be a Granddraggle! (We’re both Granddraggle! I’ve decided Granddraggle is what Granddraggle will call me. And Draggle for short.)