Today I’m going to talk about the opposite of child abuse, because you all need some proper references to compare your lives to.
First thing that made me realize how upside down my life was, was a friend, who had an abusive father, but good mother. And you see, because the mother was good, she realized when her kids were still small, that he’s abusive, that the kids would get hurt, and she moved the hell away from him and got a divorce. She was poor, she didn’t have many resources, and she had to work very hard to survive, and managed to get the abuser to pay alimony. My friend grew up surrounded by love and support, with high self-confidence, high social abilities, complete belief in their worth and lacking nothing. And then one day the abusive father was angry at the mom, and tried to take it out on my friend, my friend got a call filled with insults and threats. It was scary and my friend got upset, I tried to comfort them but I really didn’t have good words to say. They later called their mom, and this is what the mother said:
“You are a perfect person, if anyone is talking to you like this, you can walk away.”
I remember just feeling complete awe hearing this, told from a mom, to a child. It even cheered me up. Those are the words we should have been getting from our parents. This is the correct attitude.
This other example is something that made me cry, and everyone else I’ve told this story. It’s from a woman on youtube, who has a farm, and it was her dream her whole life to have a farm, and she also has kids. This year, she entered a competition in growing tomatoes, she grew a special tomato plant, and the competition was about who manages to grow the most tomatoes, biggest tomato, and so on. She usually lets her kids play in the garden, but she explained to all of them that they’re not allowed to touch the special competition plant, or harvest the tomatoes.
However, her youngest son, aged maybe 5 or 6, took the biggest tomato off, before it even started ripening. She made a video explaining about what happened, and then she smiled and talked about how she cares about her farm, and her competition a lot, but not even close to how much she cares about her children feeling happy and safe in the garden. She said, even though she warned the kids to not touch the plant, it’s kind of hard to remember for a child which plant is what, and that in long term, competition doesn’t really matter as much as happiness of her children. She even mentioned how she makes mistakes in the garden too, and forgives herself right away, and her children deserve the same forgiveness. And then, her son, laughing, runs up to her, and realizes she’s making a video on tomato he tore off, and he says with a grin “I’m sorry” and she replies, with warmth and affection in her voice: “I forgive you, my darling.”
If you’re, crying, it’s okay, I’m crying too. So here, some standards. Something to compare your parents to. If these people could have done this, your parents could have done it too. You deserved this kind of gentleness and kindness too.
oh yeah here’s the video: https://youtube.com/watch?v=UISz0B1n8n4
i deadass did not believe this until I saw the video. I am still struggling with it. what the hell? this was an option? this was? there are people like this? in? in real life and not just dreams?
was I robbed of this?
Adding onto this after a few years: yes, parents like this exist.
A close friend has a mother like this. When we are on a voice call and loud, she will say "I'm glad you two are having fun."
When they sent me a package, the mother remembered how once, i mentioned I needed to buy a pencil, and sent me a pack of mechanical pencils. In that conversation, I mentioned how the trip involved a train. It was not a trip for the pencil, I had to run a different errand and stopped for a pencil on the way. But she decided a train trip is too long, and they have more than enough pencils, so she sent me pencils.
When I said it might be simpler to take a video of hummingbirds than a photo, and it worked, she called me a smart cookie.
She is in my life, she is extant, and she loves her daughter.
Just... genuinely good people exist. It doesn't always feel like it.
And yes, we, children of terrible people, were robbed of this, terribly unjustly robbed.
But goodness exists.
I can promise.



















