#familial trauma

[kittyoverlord]

Brennan tearing up at this part was so heartwrenching. I don't think I've ever seen him break like this. As someone who's been in the unfair position of having to comfort my parents, this scene cut to my soul.

[fuckingwhateverdude]

@nosebleedclub / feb. #9

[ojerasgigantes]

Favourite horror tropes 2/? - Family will break you down

[sunflowerandstrawberryspice]

Morro: The fandoms favorite ghost

Look what I have for y'all! I heard you liked feral ghost men who are glorified rats? Whelp I've got one for you!

[Before we begin remember this is all for the funsies so be nice]

But in all seriousness I do have many opinions about Morro and his impact on the show and ESPECIALLY on Wu as a character and how we view him. Because yes I do have an English teacher essay for everything lol, anyway moving on.

So Morro is such a complicated character because Young!Morro is very tragic: An orphan who was taken in by a son of this worlds version of GOD and told he was special, shows great promise and potential training his entire childhood for a roll he's been told he's made to fit. Finally the day comes that he's meant to assume his destiny and... nothing, everything he'd ever done and worked for had been for nothing. He's told everything he's ever been told and ever done has been for nothing. And so obviously he doesn't accept this fact doing more and more dangerous stuff until eventually it ends up getting him killed. Which is pretty depressing seeing Morro seemingly wasn't that old when he died.

We obviously know all the stuff he did when he was a ghost, he was a fucking asshole AT BEST a monster at worst. I am NOT excusing the shit he did or saying it was good it wasn't it was reprehensible and awful, but I do kind of understand the mentality he had. He see's this random ass kid get EVERYTHING he ever wanted without trying (we know Lloyd didn't get it without hardship but Morro doesn't) so it's not much of a surprise that he hates Lloyd. Morro is also a pretty good foil/parallel to Lloyd, both were abandoned at a young age before being taken in (by the same person mind you), both trained as children and "lost their childhood" in different ways and both were told they were destined to be the green ninja (only for one that you know wasn't true)

And it's really interesting to me that in the end Morro's death (idk what else to call it) was pretty much a suicide. He gave up. "You can only save those who want to be saved." Were his exact words which are pretty depressing, it's his admittance of final defeat. It's a pretty fitting end for his character, one steeped in a mixture of evil and bad circumstance, after all Wu calls Morro his greatest mistake for a reason.

Honestly Morro is a character I have such mixed feelings on, like i hate him but I also feel kinda bad for him. He make Wu a more interesting character cause we get to see the mistakes Wu makes, which in my opinion very much so mirror the FSM's mistakes with raising Wu and Garmadon. Honestly Wu and Morro are kind of an example of a cycle of bad parenting tbh. Wu was raised with high expectations and still never got his fathers approval (see Spinjitzu Brothers) and so when he was trying to raise Morro he set a high expectation (being the green ninja) and just like Wu Morro also tried to reach this goal he would never be able to achieve. I do NOT think Wu did this intentionally, but ingrained patterns and all that stuff.

But what do I know. I just find these characters interesting and decided to throw my 2 cents in. I hope y'all are doing well, I hope yo have a great day/night! PEACE OUT!

[irishgirl325]

[poetryorchard]

Calling all eldest daughters & anyone else wildly disrespected within their family dynamic:

Join Dina Klarisse & Nashira de la Rosa in a workshop on familial politics! Discussions will explore:

weaponized incompetence

(mis-)gendered expectations & responsibilities of the daughter

relational politics of birth order

sibling relationships

parental relationships

this will be a HEAVY workshop - similar to our animal crossing/pandemic one, we will be touching on some very tender points & discussing trauma.

this workshop is open to everyone - not just eldest children or daughters! we hope to cultivate a safe, healing, and validating space for anyone navigating familial trauma💙

sign up here!

[felixxthefrog]

i wish i could escape her.

i wish i could escape her, but i know i can't. i've never been able to.

i see her face every time i look in the mirror.

i see her in the way my eyes glow in the sun, and the softness of the curls that hug my face.

her cheeks mimic mine, and the frown lines between our brows are shadows, photocopies of each other.

i glance at my chin and the squish that lies beneath it - for a moment a see a flash of her nails clawing at her own throat, and her frustrated groans are once again ring sharp in my ears.

"god it's horrendous," it echoes, "i need to lose weight."

it's her hand that guides mine to my stomach to prod at the fat that has accumulated since i got married;

her fingers that snatch the sweets out of pantry to chuck them in the bin;

her hunger pangs that keep me gazing longingly at the fresh buttered tortillas i crave and deny.

it's her grip that straightens my shoulders when i slump forward in exhaustion;

her ever-scrutinizing gaze that makes me reach for the dainty nude heels over the bulky, chunky, spiked, black leather boots that i want to wear so desperately;

her unnerving stare that makes me put back the short shorts and reach for the tea-length dress.

her quiet words still cut deep,

"do you seriously have stretch marks?" and i know she really means 'you were supposed to be better than me.'

her disdainful stare stabs through my chest when i attend dinner with fire truck red hair and a slit in my brow

her opinions ricochet off the walls of my brain "stretched lobes are so ugly, i just think they're horrible." as i gaze longingly at the ornate gold gauges that i reluctantly scroll past.

as much as i abhor every moment she influences who i am, i cannot escape her.

when i passingly mention transness, i feel it in my soul. i feel everything she does, everything she says, everything she has ever said and will ever say.

her hands stretch down my throat and tear my vocal chords from their place when my aunt mentions politics, and they tear my ribs out of place to shred my lungs when she asks me why i haven't gone to church recently. she unthreads my veins from under my skin when she points at the spot that appeared on my cheek this morning and digs her nails into my heart when she tells me she wishes i wouldn't dress like that.

my mind screams and cries begging for her approval, and i know, i know i will never receive it, i know she will never care enough, i know i will never be enough

i know that her god will always and forever fill the place in her heart where i am supposed to be, and i know that her fear and insecurity and compulsion to stick with the status quo will overshadow any beauty that resides within her, and as such within me, but

it

still

hurts

like

hell

and i cannot escape her.

i wish i could escape her.

[desultory-suggestions]

this is, definitely not a very good place to vent

buuut, school is going to send me a home visit just 'cause i vented with the school therapist the other day (just a small thing, i told them that my mom screams at me from time to time)

i know my mom is gonna get so mad and she probably gonna shout at me, believe me, many people alredy tried to work with her before but it's impossible

i'm very anxious and nervous about everything ...

Hello, love. I’m sorry to hear you’re going through this. It can be hard to navigate situations where you need to be able to be honest with someone and confide in them, but they are concerned with the responsibility of protecting you and accidentally make it harder for you.

Screaming matches and yelling are unfortunately normalized in many relationships. I myself used to have huge arguments with my mom that really weren’t healthy or respectful, and until I grew up I didn’t fully understand how bad it was.

You don’t deserve to be yelled and screamed at, even if someone is very upset they must take responsibility for their actions. I’m sorry to hear that your mom has refused to progress when offered help, because I’m sure if she worked on her communication you could have a much better understanding.

I recommend being honest with your school counselor about what you told me. Even with good intentions, they did end up making things more complicated. There may be an understanding you can reach, and it may help them in the future to help you.

If you no longer feel comfortable speaking to your school counselor, perhaps you can consult your mom about seeing a therapist who can offer you more trust and support. Therapists also have to report certain things, but generally they do not panic as easily as an overburdened school counselor and will dig into the situation to help decide what to do. She may refuse this, I do not know her feelings in the topic. If she does, know that there are still options for people you can confide in, and don’t be afraid to ask counselors about what information they report and how so you are informed.

I hope things turned out okay, and that you get the support you need. Take tender care,

Evan

[yesyesokayalright]

[chaosdisorganized]

They should teach about abuse in schools

They should stop acting like only strangers will kidnap kids

They should teach children that family can do sinister things too

They should teach children that the ones closest to them like teachers and family friends can be dangerous too

You don't understand how confusing it can be for a child to be abused by their family and have no idea why they hurt so much

How confusing it is to not know what abuse is because everyone expects the family to teach their children but how can that be when family is the most likely to be abusing them?

There should be more social workers in school and they should be paid well

Social workers need to start being more proactive with children

We need to get rid of laws that protect abusive parents, there's more laws that protect them than the children.

Yall wonder why all these people grow up traumatized or don't even grow up at all because they died. It's no mystery if you ask me.

[our-inspire-verse]

God the mental illness is fighting got HANDS RN

[briarborealisocs]

ASK BOX.

Who has the most trauma~

And of what flavor

so since this is a superhero story they all go through immenseeee amounts of trauma LMAOOO in fact it would be hard to judge who has the "most" trauma out of all of them by the end. (personally i would say dani but an argument could be made for Everyone Else as well)

so i'll stick with answering based on what their trauma levels are at the beginning of the story, and i'll also stick with just the main trio... it's funny that u sent this ask rn cuz i was actually JUST drawing our winner

everyone say hello to mick!! (hello mick!!)

description of trauma below cut

mick's mom was a supervillain. when mick was born and started presenting with useful powers, his mom pulled strings to make it so that he legally didn't exist and proceeded to raise him in a very child soldier-esque way. unfortunately, trying to keep a child who can telepathically link with the internet isolated and controlled is difficult. when mick started talking with and befriending leon over animal jam (and later through like, skype) it was his first introduction to normal people. leon didn't save him per se but having a close friend who advocated for being a good person worked wonders for mick's moral compass

when mick was about 13-14 he used his powers to dump a ton of information about his mom's secret identity, crimes, and location to the appropriate authorities under an anonymous tip. the authorities raided his house and found him, a 13-14 year old kid who people didn't know existed. he played up the lost innocent child kidnapped by supervillain thing and they took him in and eventually put him in state custody.

so obviously considering the whole "raised in total isolation by a supervillain who only wanted you to be a living weapon/successor to their legacy" followed by "you betray the person who raised you and all you get is this extended stay in foster care" compared to dani and leon's "my parents divorced but are still friendly" im gonna say mick wins this one. it's honestly a little comical how intense mick's backstory is compared to the other two. even more so when milo gets thrown into the picture but we don't know them yet so shhh

[fuckingwhateverdude]

@nosebleedclub / mar. #3

[sambaldyke]

"If the indebted Asian immigrant thinks they owe their life to America, the child thinks they owe their livelihood to their parents for their suffering."

Minor Feelings: An Asian American Reckoning

[the-writers-are-not-ok]

Deny My Reality

I know how this goes

Played this game before

Past // Present

Family’s always been this way

Started with dad

Ending with mum

Both have their issues

Those issues are becoming a problem

Its so much harder to face it all now

I know my truth

Know my pain

Felt this way for years

This House

Never been a home

Started healing

Now I’m reflecting

Here comes the doubt

“What do I know”

But even with this

My knowledge

My memories

The pain I feel tenfold

It isn’t enough

Still I feel like I’m the bad guy

Like I can’t trust my own mind

That I’m making it up

It’s all in my head

I’m crazy

Delusional

I know my truth

I know my pain

But this doubt is a wave

And I’m drowning.

And part of me just wants to be saved

Wrap your arms around me

Pull me from my waves

But I’m drowning

Have been for too long

Clutching onto a barrel

Struggle to stay afloat

Push them away

Oh I am drowning

And I won’t drag them down

Oh how I want to drown

I am tiring

This strength

Is no choice

I want to drown

Lose myself to this pain

Oh it’d be so easy

Pick up again the blade

Fall back into

These old ways

Because I know and I know

I cannot be saved

I am drowning

And I don’t know

if I can be saved

If it’d be better

To just float away

[nat-of-personifs]

archon

It’s hard to forget where you keep your knives.

Vanguard’s surfaces every day, when he’s lying awake at one in the morning from the invisible bruises reaching all the way into his bones and he rubs his hand against the one thing he’s been able to decide about the place (person? Humanoid? Sitespirit?) he lives in. It’s a single aloe vera plant.

A knife that belongs in the D-Class kitchen lies buried in the soil.

He’ll wipe the blade and the handle of every speck of dirt he can see with the Kleenex by his bed, and then rub it more for good measure. He’ll run it under the sink. It has to be 1AM; it’s the only hour he has free from (by extension, his mother) RAISA’s eyes. Trust is the only card he can play, but he has copies of it in spades.

All it would take is one moment too long lost in the high for everything to crumble. In a convoluted, angry way… the eyes do care for his welfare. They’ll express it in white walls and a bare mattress.

He’s getting off track. It’s a problem they’re working to fix in speech class, but he’s alone, not even talking. He can’t wrap his head around the idea that his mother isn’t everywhere, can’t see into his brain when there’s nothing to extrapolate his thoughts from.

Stab of guilt. No, it’s the ache.

He pulls out the knife. Against his arm, it’s comically large. He scrubs and rubs and rinses.

It won’t make him hurt more; just differently. He’d rather his whole body feel the way his shoulders do when there’s nothing to hold back for than whatever the ache is, or the veritable fire in his stomach. Speech class. Smile past it. It’s his mother’s pain, not his.

He turns on the bathroom light. It’s a risk, yes, especially when he still can’t bear to lock himself in, but seeing himself is half the fun. He holds the knife to his shoulder. Thoughts flee, rats burrowing back into dens, but he’s got an infestation of them.

It isn’t a problem to smile past it when he’s sure he owns himself. Guilty pleasure? Pleasure to relieve the guilt. The opposite of a guilty pleasure. Would that be an innocent pain?

That’s not right at all. Innocent pain’s what he’s guilty for.

It would take under a minute to find blood if he’d had a clean slate. But his knife runs into five different instances of healing skin, grating friction, kicking up tiny flecks of epidermis like stationary dust.

Again: the lack of a label won’t stop him. Foundation’s deaf to his complaints when they don’t come with one. That’s likely why he rejects the elephant in the room, tooting its own horn with every suicide prevention lifeline he stumbles across and promptly puts out of his mind, and every trigger warning he has to filter for every time he’s allowed access to the Internet.

Like this, it’s not as satisfying. But the ache and the thoughts are waning; that’s all he’ll ask for. Is it the minimum? He’ll survive, without this knife. He’ll just burn himself instead. His control of his pyromancy is so poor, cutting’s just harm reduction before the harm.

Come to think of it, RAISA’s started adding trigger warnings to all xyr archives, and Kay Martin’s helping. It’s probably not directed at him. RAISA shows xyr ire by blasting Pulse Demon into Cimmerian’s headphones, and elaborate pranks on Martin, not this kind of subtle shit, and it might not even be related to the transition.

Blood still spills, darker than he remembers it. It’s not enough to be beyond enough. It’s tainted, by the scars and scabs the knife had picked up above it. He’s running out of room.

Growing pains. Yeah.

He’s feeling alright. He’ll aim for two, or four barely-below-surfaces tonight, and then he’ll rinse them with soap and rub the blood away with towels and wipe off the knives. He hates that it’s three steps, but the reverse makes up for it.

He’ll sleep like a baby after this, when his gut finally settles, despite the chittering of his rats.

Maybe he’ll put something on the cuts, too. It seems like overkill. With his developing healing factor, they’ll scar no more than a papercut.

But aloe vera’s so close by, it’s practically a crime not to use it.

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The idea for Arek’s chronic pain comes from @imadewritingmyjob