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If you see yourself in this meme, here’s two books for you to read:
- “Running on Empty: Overcome Your Childhood Emotional Neglect” by Jonice Webb
- “Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents: How to Heal from Distant, Rejecting, or Self-Involved Parents” by Lindsay C Gibson
The first one is specifically about how neglect can manifest itself. If you find your parents love you but you still feel empty or devoid of their affection, this might be useful. Especially good to read when you don’t buy the “depression is just genetic and it just happens to some people” narrative.
The second one is more general about different types of connection and bonding. Very useful to understand where your parents might come from and why they behave(d) like they do/did. Also helps stem the tide against the current internet’s "everyone with bad behaviour is a narcissist " theme
This is amazing. Thank you.
Which book do you recommend if my parents loved me but didn’t know how to deal with a gay son? Or they love th parts that didn’t involve my sexuality and neglected everything else.
Me when I see the amazing memes at /autism, hear the term neuro divergent for the first time, read a ptsd pamphlet, or anything about indoctrination.
Also me when any trump news breaks “wait am I a sociopath too?”
Maybe I’m a passive hypochondriac, or just terribly unaware of anything at all.
Sound familiar. Good luck friend.
This meme make me sad. I send you some love <3
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Me after watching Invincible over the weekend. Guess who’s having all the flashbacks now?
I feel you there person.
Mine are very old. Of recent, not a day goes by of inner turmoil bubbling up, wanting me to give them a blast with both barrels (figuratively) about a lifetime of emotional neglect. But I just bite my tongue and talk about the weather over phone. It’s some kind of sick martyrdom controlling my emotions so they don’t have to really feel … right to the bitter end.
Would you mind linking the threads?
