I was thinking about the cycle of suffering we go through, blaming our behaviour on our childhood. Can a little thought experiment free us from resentment?
What if we DID choose our parents?
Have you grown into independence?
All humans start life as helpless children, and not all grow up to be independent adults. Stepping into adulthood requires embracing risk.
Giving love but receiving none: the struggle of the lonely
"I give so much love to everyone" said someone on this Abraham Hicks talk, "yet receive so little back. How do I stop myself from being resentful?"
From doormat to assertiveness
Are you sick and tired of feeling taken advantage of, unable to say no and put your foot down?Join the club! Learning assertiveness can be tough.
Feeling rejected? Childhood abuse and abandonment
Nobody deals well with rejection and abandonment. If you've suffered from childhood trauma and CPTSD, there's additional hurdles to conquer.
Recovering from growing up too quickly
Were you the mature child in school? With traumatic childhood experiences, one learns to grow up far too quickly.
I’m so terrified of being a bad mother, I’d rather not be a mum at all sometimes
I was watching a mother-daughter duo on the tube today, how carefully the mum would adjust her daughter's woollen hat, and started welling up with tears. She was clutching her little one's hand tightly even sat down, as if she was terrified of loosing her amid the rush hour madness. I sympathised, thinking "if I... Continue Reading →
We Are Both: Parenting and Apocalypse Now
Show me someone not terrified of becoming their parents. The only way most people learn to cope with their childhoods is to vilify their parents, in a childlike 'I-wasn't-given-what-I-am-owed' kind of way. Reparenting yourself often becomes a race against time to break the cycle, process your pain and heal your family - before you start... Continue Reading →
On craving and rejecting intimacy
I am part of a generation that feels abandoned. Picture a child, left alone all day with other children, and then left alone all alone. Resenting the parents it was gifted, because they were no parents at all.And thus was their role; I was born to call my mother by her first name. Now, when... Continue Reading →
