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Sometimes you can’t acknowledge you’re being abused and traumatized while you’re living it. It feels too unreal, too dangerous and too self-indulged to even think about it. You’re used to having your every feeling being dismissed, ridiculed, minimized, and just portrayed as a attention-seeking, something you’re too sensitive about and should hide unless you want to be humiliated about it. How would your pain suddenly matter and be a big deal if you’ve been even telling yourself it’s nothing all your life? How could it be trauma if you were able to just push it all down and still function for some time? It’s all too harsh, acknowledging that you actually had no choice but to push it down because openly experiencing pain wasn’t even allowed for you, because you weren’t safe.
Some of these things you’re only ready to know after you’re away, safe, after you don’t have to be aware of everything, and still pretend it’s not happening. Being aware of abuse, and having to live in it, is an intolerable hell.
Good news that we deserve 😌
for people who can’t watch the video: THE AMYGDALA CHANGES TRADITIONALLY FOUND IN MOTHERS SHOW UP IN ALL PRIMARY CAREGIVERS REGARDLESS OF SEX
Changes in this part of the brain were previously used to previously used to argue that women are the ideal primary caretakers of children in all cases. And apparently, it’s false. The reason they found these changes in women was that women were already the primary caretaker in almost all cases, not because there’s something inherent to women that makes them better parents.
this is big news for SAHF and single dads!
Regardless of sex AND regardless of relation to the baby - that is, adoptive primary caregivers showed the same changes, too. Which means not only are men just as capable of being excellent caregivers for their babies as women are, but that biological parents who choose not to take care of a baby won’t develop those changes but adoptive parents who do choose to do so will.
Providing love and care for a child is what makes you a good parent: not what you have in your jeans or your genes.
FYI
REBLOG THIS FOREVER
A sweet lesson on patience. A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. ‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’ ‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’ ‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly.. ‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice. I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. ‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. ‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse. ‘Nothing,’ I said ‘You have to make a living,’ she answered. ‘There are other passengers,’ I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly. ‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’ I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life.. I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life. We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

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how insidious to make young girls buy hundreds of dollars worth of makeup, to force them to read up on its theory, to make them practice it for hours in order to escape mockery, to make them feel safe only when performing this hyper femininity, and then to even have the audacity to package it in feminist language so that they firmly believe it sets them free.
who called you out on your sloppy wings
I know you probably think you’re really witty, but I just want you to know that you, and all the other people who made that joke, prove my point exactly.
I needed that second pic
if i was a good child they wouldn’t have been beating me
if i didn’t deserve this it wouldn’t be happening to me
if i was stronger this wouldn’t hurt
if I wasn’t a coward I wouldn’t be afraid
if they’re hurting me it’s to make me better
if I controlled myself properly I would get over this
if I was worth anything I would stop being a nuisance to everyone
if anyone found me important my feelings would matter
if it was possible to love me someone would have loved me by now.
these are the thoughts of abuse survivors.
if you felt this, you’ve been abused.
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good parents don’t raise children with flashbacks
good parents don’t raise children with extreme fear of touch
good parents don’t raise children who can’t say no
(continue the chain! reblog with “good parents don’t raise children” and write your own symptoms!)

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“free Palestine” and “don’t use what’s happening to Palestinians as an excuse to spread anti-Semitism” can and should co-exist
spreading hate to jewish people as a response to the actions of the israeli government isn’t woke, it just makes you anti-semitic. you can be critical of the israeli government and not be anti-semitic
As a Palestinian, honestly, a ton of non-Palestinians join the movement as an excuse to be antisemitic and I DON'T WANT Y'ALL SPEAKING FOR ME.
Please do your research! There is so much misinformation out there and a lot of lies.
Everyone should know the truth so please try to know as much as you can so you can spread awareness and help!
Free Palestine🇵🇸✌️
#BlackPride #YouSmart #BlackExcellence

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classics are like: you went so extremely hard with the misogyny that it turned into homoeroticism
“i hate women so much that i only kiss men”
“The most disrespected person in America is the black woman. The most unprotected person in America is the black woman. The most neglected person in America is the black woman.”
-Malcolm X (1962)