You know shits fucked when I’m active again!! Anyways,
I’ve spent my whole life feeling like everyone is mad at me for having emotions.
Maybe it’s the undiagnosed autism, or my moon in Scorpio. But I have had the pain of feeling like everyone is always mad at me for my emotions my whole life.
When things are peaceful, people tell me my sensitivity is my best trait. But then it’s those same people who turn around and yell at me for being “too sensitive” when they’re mad at me, hence why I feel like everyone is always mad at me for being emotional!
I’ve been in therapy since I was 8 years old, I spent basically my entire high school career in and out of PHPs (partial hospitalization programs) and therapeutic day schools. Some could easily argue I’m over therapized at this point, and I’d probably agree.
But given my history and experience, I feel so well equipped to handle situations where I have to express my emotions in a proper manner. But it always leaves me crying and screaming “I don’t understand!!”. Because I will sit there, explain what I’m trying to say, and apologize when it’s not my fault and I was the one who was hurt, and I’ll communicate how I still care and want to resolve things; and then people just look me straight in the face as I’m sobbing about how terrible I feel and tell me how horrible I am and how disrespectful and inconsiderate I am.
I shouldn’t say “people” do this to me, it’s my family. I’d like to think once I’ve moved out and made real world lasting relationships I won’t be treated like this but teehee also due to the state of the world (I live in America… kms) I fear I’ll never be able to get out of the emotional hellscape that is my home.
Back to being an astrology bitch, my sun in Libra wants nothing but peace and hates conflict/confrontation. I let the little things go to keep the peace, but when I let someone in my family know that what they’ve said upsets me?? They shut me out, literally. My mother has shoved me out of her room and slammed doors in my face as I’m sobbing hysterically more times than I can count.
My grandmother yells at me for hurting her feelings by my reaction to the nasty things she says to me. My reaction by the way is to remove myself from the conversation, go to my room, take some time to collect my thoughts, and then go to her later and try to resolve what happened earlier.
It’s like, okay, cool. So if I tell mom something she said hurt my feelings she won’t want to deal with my emotions like always and I’ll cry and cry and cry to her hoping she’ll show me one ounce of love or something. And if I tell my grandma something she said hurt my feelings she will throw it back on me for hurting her feelings with my reaction to the nasty things she said to me. With my mom the end usually goes like her getting so mad I get scared and she physically throws me out of her room and slams the door in my face, and with my grandma she will continue to berate me and tell me how terrible I make her feel with my emotions, screaming so in my face as I’m sobbing, until I can’t take it anymore and I leave her alone.
I really am one of those people that just wants everyone to be happy and kind to one another. Why can’t everything be puppies, kittens, and rainbows after all? Why does everyone have to be so mean? Why can’t I understand? Why are people even nastier to me when I’m already upset or having a bad day?
Inside me there is a little undiagnosed autistic girl who can’t understand why everyone is so mean to her. Right now she’s clawing to be let out, I feel her in my throat, with my voice hoarse from screaming “I don’t understand!”. I can feel her behind my eyes, watching the same mistreatment she received at a very young age happen again and again from those who are supposed to be the kindest to me and show me the most love, her emotions overflowing through my eyes constantly.
“You’re so strong” people tell me, but am I really that strong? Or do you just not pay attention when I am weak?
In the end, I feel like everyone who knows me is sick of my emotions on some level. If it’s any consolation to those people, I am too. I don’t think anyone ever even thought of that, that I could be tired of feeling this way. Because no one has ever tried to help, they just push me onto a professional and away from them. But something I find comes with being over therapized is that I don’t need to talk to a professional, I already do that weekly. I need my friends and family to be there for me, just someone to listen who isn’t being paid to do so.
It feels like I always have so much to say but no one in my life wants to listen to it, even my very best friend has stopped opening my snaps and doesn’t text me unless I text her first. I always feel like I am too much for everyone. I feel like I’m always bending over backwards for everyone else because I wish someone would do that for me but no one ever does!! Why doesn’t anyone care about me like I care about them?
Why is everyone so mean?
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