#aging dysfunctional family

[momlovesyoubest]

7 Tips For Feuding Midlife Siblings on Mother's Day

Celebrate Mother’s Day without the drama. Dote on Mom, but Ditch the  Daggers.   Celebrations on Mother’s Day, this coming Sunday, or any holiday can be a nightmare for adult siblings in a dysfunctional family. They have to show up, yet they prepare with the daggers – either wielded by them or a fellow sibling.   Here are 7 tips for adult siblings to follow on holidays like Mother’s Day this…

[judas6sm]

With Frylock being the only one with a proper bed in the whole house, I like to imagine this happens often

[eff-plays]

Not exactly a dadstarion truther either (mostly bc it took me a while to actually warm up to the idea and also hes NEVER having kids with my durge, only my tav (can you imagine this man parenting a Bhaalspawn? A dhampir Bhaalspawn?? Nonono.)) But I do find something a little compelling about the thought of this man who a) has had absolutely nothing of his own for as long as he can remember and b) sees himself as worthless and irreparably fucked up creating this tiny new person? Like, they're part of him, he made this precious little creature (with the person he already loves most)? This soft and innocent thing? (Which he would waffle awfully between wanting to keep innocent for as long as possible but also making sure they know about life's horrors so they can avoid them) Like sure the baby version is annoyingly loud and can't do anything and also gross and smells but he can teach the toddler to bite people. He is the absolute worst enabler, spoils the kid rotten. Teaches them to steal and pick locks and just lets them get away with murder. Parent #2 has to do all the actual parenting part cuz damn he's not doing the discipline thing at all.

Also the vain part of him likes looking at his kid and sort of seeing some of his face in them, since he can't use an actual mirror.

Well he'd be cured by the time he has the kid or soon after in my canon, so that last part wouldn't apply for me.

And yeah, when I say that I'm not a dadstarion truther I don't mean that I don't see it happening ever, but more that to me, that first step in itself is the one that I see as least likely.

Because I can accept that he would learn to love the kid, that he would care about it and spoil it. I can also accept (and would gladly explore) him having a complicated relationship with the kid, either early on in a postpartum depression sort of way, or further down the line in a "I can't find common ground with my teen/young adult" sort of way (or both lbr).

The problem, to me, is that I don't see Astarion going "let's have a kid!" I don't see him genuinely wanting one, and I don't see him finding any reason to lie about wanting one, and I don't see Hira believing any of those lies even if he does try. It's really the initial hurdle. The rest I'm happy to make as dysfunctional and weird as it would realistically be when a guy who shouldn't be a dad becomes a dad. One of the reasons I came up with Critter is because I find it compelling how much Astarion is not a dad guy, and how that would fuck up a person like Critter. That's juicy stuff. And also a way for me to work out my own daddy issues I guess lmao.

But getting that started? Actually inventing a reason for how Astarion would even agree to it? That's where I struggle. And that's why I'm torn. Cuz I do want to stay true to my own interpretation of a character, while also wanting to create a new character and put them both (and also Hira) in situations.

Like I'm happy for all the dadstarion peeps who have cool dhampir girlies running around on adventures and I'd love to join them, but I also think that if I were true to Astarion's characterization, that kid would have issues. Like maybe a lot of them.

[onceuponafosterkid]

Something I guess I forgot about growing up in foster care, is that just because you don’t live with or talk to your bio family, they don’t go away. I guess I just thought I would never see them again. I thought I’d never have to figure out how to deal with it. Now that I’m an adult and all of this is happening as an adult, I don’t have the support I would’ve had as a teen in the system. Right now that’s what’s I’m missing the most, the support. My caseworkers were always cautious when it came to putting me in contact with family and I understood it, but I didn’t really. Now more than ever I wish I had them here to help me figure this out. My family is still dysfunctional, maybe they always will be. I’m grateful to have them, but I’m so overwhelmed. It’s a difficult situation on its on, and just with everything going on with my brother I can’t find space in my brain to even process anything. Every time I get close, something else comes up. I’m stuck between wanting to scream until my voice gives out, and crying until my eyes fall out. I hated being in the system, but at least there was always someone there who understood mental health and broken families that could listen to me. I’m being split into so many different pieces, so many different directions and I can’t breathe. I love them so much, but it was almost easier just being alone. I know that sounds messed up, or at least I tell myself it does. I’m deep down in my bones tired. The real world doesn’t care that you grew up in foster care. It just keeps moving whether you know what to do or not. I don’t know if this is hard because it’s hard, or if it’s hard because of how I grew up. I don’t know how to navigate this.

[anundesirablechild]

i love mihawk and perona and zoro. just a dad who hates his kids but they’re still his kids so he loves them but definitely does also hate them because they are deeply, deeply annoying

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

not one character in hannibal that i don't relate to. not one.

[twothpaste]

a long-looming intermission au question in the back of my head is "what the absolute hell was going on with flint and hinawa back in tennessee." the details remain erratic and fuzzy, but if/when i ever hash it out it's so fucking over.

[sorryiapologized]

If I could leave, I would have already left.

I was gonna leave as soon as I could. When I turned eighteen I watched my friends one by one drive out of our town for new adventures. Their rearview lights disappeared over the mountains as they set off to start their own lives. I couldn't leave.

I often felt like Rapunzel, trapped in her tower. Something kept me locked away from the rest of the world. I'd meet people who had traveled to my small town for their first taste of adulthood and I'd avoid the conversation as long as possible, embarrassed to let them in on the secret that I was just some loser townie who couldn't get out.

I blamed my family for my inability to leave. Their dysfunction was the main reason I wanted to leave, and yet it was the tether keeping me there. I had to stay, to give my younger sister some kind of stability. I had to stay for my aging childhood dog, who my drunk father had no ability to care for. I resented the other kids with stable home lives, the ones who knew they could go away and have something to come back to.

The truth is, I was keeping myself there.

When I turned 21 my dog died. My sister graduated high school. I met someone who was willing to skip town with me. There was nothing else keeping me in that town, and still I hesitated. I lamented my decision to leave.

Now, it's been three years since my rearview lights disappeared over the mountain range. It's been three years since my dad cried and begged me not to leave. He's called me about four times since that day.

I've become a distant memory in the lives of those I left behind. Aside from my mom, who calls me often, nobody else thinks of me much now that I'm gone. In a way, it's like I disappeared, but in another way, it's like I never existed to begin with. Their lives have all moved on without me. They don't need me anymore, and so they don't think of me. I think that's why I stayed as long as I did. I wanted to belong, and leaving was a concession that I never really did.

I used to resent my friends who had stable homes, who knew they'd be able to leave and still have someplace to come back to. I used to think if I left their lives would burn down. Now that I'm gone, what hurts is seeing how well they're doing without me. That I actually could have left all along.

[meanderfall]

truly my family did such a piss poor job raising me that i literally credit music, tv shows, movies, and books, for actually teaching me anything

[lesenbyan]

you ever just be saying shit and suddenly realize that 13yo you was actually kinda really goin through it?

[momlovesyoubest]

When Aging Dysfunctional Family Calls Spot Them

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[rotzaprachim]

diego luna and fiona shaw’s acting together.... awards awards awards the most well acted parent child relationship in star wars

[scare-ard--sleigh]

okay this is extremely painful and i'm sorry for that but. do you think that christie christiansen has joseph change her baby doll's diapers because the birth of crish and the first few months of his life made it seem like joseph and mary were on the way to making their marriage work again (from an outside/child's perspective) so she's trying to help ,,, because i just thought abotu that and ,,,,,

[meganspublished]

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[devotedlystrangewizard]

"being autistic is about being bad at reading social cues" "being autistic is about stimming & sensory overload" NO.

this is autism.

[amaraudermind]

Sometimes I feel like my main interest is my only interest even though I do genuinely like other things and want to interact with new things

Like all I ever talk about is the single subject and even when I could make decisions to do other things that I would enjoy I never really...make those decisions on my own

And sometimes I worry other people feel like they have to drag me into being interested in other things and that it can be annoying but I do genuinely want to do and talk about other things with them I just. Can't seem to switch gears on my own

So like if someone tells me something is interesting and they think I'll like I will rarely pick it up on my own even if I agree and think it sounds great! And people often have to physically sit down with me and get me to watch/play/listen to this thing that we both already know I'll like but I just can't make myself do alone