CommunicatesPoorly

This was about 10 years ago, but I remembered it today, as this event always stuck out in my memory as significant.

I was in my old neighborhood on a walk and found a small dog running around yards / in the street. We had a leash law and people didn't really let their dogs out like that, so it was clear he was lost.

I tried to catch him, but he lead me on a 30 minute chase. He was very skittish, dirty, and thin, but otherwise looked to be some kind of small, designer breed.

At home, I jumped on the internet and quickly found a post for this missing dog.

Stupidly, I called the number to tell the owner where he was, so she could come get him. I didn't have the dog, but I had a location w

In my 20's my nmother gifted me all of my baby pictures / child photos.

Now, in my 30's my nfather did it.

I'm NC with them both. Nfather can't even be bothered to look up my new address. That's fine.

Nparents are so mean. Normal parents keep baby photos. They keep photos in a box and they love them because they are pictures of their kids.

My nfather took the pages from his mother's photo album with me in them, ejected them, and mailed them. AYFKM?

This is who they are and have always been. They are unloving.

Now, I'll be searching through incase he accidentally included a picture of my kitten they murdered when I was 3. That's the only picture I would want. Nmother threw the only o

I went home every night to an abusive home. My borderline mother would berate me and tear me down. So, I gave you everything. Sorry I had too many emotions.

Sorry I would come to school on 2 hours or less of sleep. I was devoted to the shows and the literary magazine. They were all I had.

My mother wouldn't only scream at me for hours, but then she would keep me awake with random attacks and loud screaming.

I felt a little safer in theatre but not really. I wanted to be the stage manager. I worked for it and I had the most time in. I did every other aspect and helped other crews.

You knew that. But instead of helping me gain some confidence and instead of seeing I was in a bad way, y

I'm still coping with everything and trying to move past it all.

I think the worst thing my nparents did could have been taking my sleep. Nmom never let me sleep at all during high school -- she screamed at me for hours and kept me up all night. She would get on the phone with her boyfriend, directly beneath my bed, and literally shout-talk (he was partially deaf) until 3 and 4am every single night.

Other times, she'd get me so stressed and anxious with her attacks that I would just stay up until the next day, going days without sleep -- I never felt safe.

Also bad was their obsession with having me eat fast food. It was like they loved me to be the four year old that could eat a hamburg

I miss obvious things. I make things harder than they have to be. I go about achieving things in difficult, counterproductive, and inefficient ways. I must be so dumb.

Oh and I worry about the stupidest things.

Hi and thanks for letting me post this here.

I was a trainer at my work but I had to give it up a year ago due to extreme stress. Management would push me to make certain time restrictions when I was training and they hired several people who were unable to do the job. They hired several people who weren't vetted and who didn't take the exam we used to use to weed out people unfit for the position.

For over two years, I trained people who refused to walk (the job is walking all day), a man who had a mental disability (seriously, no hate on stroke survivors -- I seriously commend this dude for trying his best -- I went out of my way for a month helping him do the job -- to my own stressed o

I'm dealing with another ncoworker. It sucks because she has all these people fooled and she's running to them, acting like she's a victim -- making up stories -- saying I'm doing stuff to her -- all to cover the fact she isn't doing her job, is trying to bully me -- it's annoying stuff, but I really don't care, though technically, she is harassing me -- and lying to everyone. She just lies. Last time I spoke with her she gaslighted me to my face and caused a rift between myself and the managers.

I just bite my tongue, bide my time, and wait it out.

It sucks because she has the rest of the office fooled. Well, okay not the whole office, she has it out for a few others too who can't stand h

Dear Mom,

Just because I deleted my blog about the abuse you put me through doesn't mean you've gotten away with it any more than you already did. I took it down because I'm reorganizing the contents into another book.

I'm so tired of being depressed about what you did and my inability to do anything about it when I was very young. I read that depression could just be repressed anger. To tell you the truth, I never felt angry with you about what happened. I felt sad, guilty, and like I was to blame for everything horrible in your life.

I've been depressed for so long -- you can see it -- when I was 3 you killed my only friend and you could see it all over my face. I stopped smiling in pho

Somehow, I got reading about depression in relation to anger tonight. I came across the idea that depression is just rage, but repressed. I'm not sure if I agree or not.

There's this meme that's been going around and it's like "F*ck People. Get the red car and people will say you should have gotten blue. Go to trade school and people will say you should have gone to college. Start a business and people will say you should go get a job." I'm paraphrasing here, but I hope you get the idea.

Then the meme (with a picture of a motivational speaker at the top) says that people will always have an opinion, don't try to please them, and do what you were going to do anyway.

I keep reading this meme over and over again. My nfather, when I let him back into my life, always had something to say about everything I did. I wanted to start a business in my 20's -- I hav

Been listening to "Mothers Who Can't Love" by Susan Forward. It's been very cathartic.

However, a lot of weird memories, some of the less traumatic ones actually, have been bubbling to the surface. These are memories that were hurtful and I thought I had forgot.

I have weird taste in clothes -- Um, I guess. As a child and teen, I really liked the adult clothes -- I hated the cheap, child clothes. My mother would dress me in the most infantile crap, big teeshirts with Disney characters on them. I hated it.

I remember this one time in high school at like kmart or a department store, I found this a-line ankle length dress and it actually made me look nice, it wasn't revealing or anything --

I get a lot of Karens on my route who are all under the age of 30.

It's weird. They are younger than me, but they go super-Karen-nova when we interact.

Then, they freak out when they can't bully me into their craziness.

I had one change the house numbers (she is a renter) of the two units behind her house twice. I told her "no" twice. I had to fix them twice. Her husband threatened to kill me, but eventually they changed the numbers back to what they are with the city -- aka the legal addresses of the units -- At the time she was 24 years old.

Another accused me of all sorts of crazy things on our first meeting, including yelling at me and then screaming at me to not yell at her. She ga