i still do this to this day:
Whenever someone says my name i always respond “Whats wrong”? or “What did i do?”
I had a terribly lonely childhood and was only called when i either did something wrong or dinner was ready
Being good. Slowly it’s occured to me that I was never going to earn my mother’s interest or pride by being a good child, because I fundamentally bored her and she was not interested in the things I found good or fun. I was always going to have to seek people like me – and no amount of dancing around like a circus bear was ever going to make me worthy of her fascination.
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Constant maladaptive daydreaming. Most of my childhood was spent in my head
Staying in my room, not interacting with family
Constantly asking my mom if I was pregnant.
I was being sexually abused and she never picked up on despite me asking that.
i still do this to this day:
Whenever someone says my name i always respond “Whats wrong”? or “What did i do?”
I had a terribly lonely childhood and was only called when i either did something wrong or dinner was ready
Over eating
Reading constantly to escape my real life.
Staying out of the house as much as possible
Skin picking.
Seeking constant approval
I enthusiastically bit my fingernails (and occasionally my toenails!) as a kid.
Now that I look back I think I may have been a little high strung.
Being good. Slowly it’s occured to me that I was never going to earn my mother’s interest or pride by being a good child, because I fundamentally bored her and she was not interested in the things I found good or fun. I was always going to have to seek people like me – and no amount of dancing around like a circus bear was ever going to make me worthy of her fascination.
Argh.