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misforgotten2 · 1 year
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Hold on to your hats, this next comment may be the funniest thing you’ve ever read.
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Ladies' Home Journal   September 1958
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100yearoldcomics · 1 year
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August 11, 1922 It Happens in the Best Regulated Families by Clare Briggs
You've heard of people griping about "these dumbass kids these days," now meet its more interesting (and true) sibling, "kids these days are a whole magnitude smarter than we were."
[ID: A balding man with mustache and spectacles leans back in his armchair, one hand holding open a magazine, the other ashing his cigar. The magazine is opened to an article titled, "My Job as a Father by Edgar Guest." A headline on the other page reads, "Be a Companion to Your Boy." /end] Father: A good idea. A VERY good article. I agree with Mr. Guest. We should take more interest in our sons.
[ID: The father puts his magazine down and eagerly greets his son, who stands with his hands in his pockets in front of his father's chair. /end] Father: Yes, Willie? Willie: I want to talk to you, Dad, about my radio.
[ID: The father puffs on his cigar and goes red in the face as the boy explains things. /end] Willie: A wire came off the variometer and I wondered if it fastened to the grid leak or the vario-coupler.
Willie: Buddy Guest said it would cause high frequency oscillations in the amplifier. Father: He DOES, does he!?
[ID: The boy goes on as the father, deeply embarrassed, tries to read the article further. /end] Willie: I think it would more likely affect the grid potential so as to get highest possible inductance in order to produce voltage amplification, don't you?
[ID: The father slinks down into his chair and buries his face in his magazine. Willie walks off, dejected. /end] Father: Yes, I think you're right. Willie: Ah-h-h...
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bishiglomper · 1 year
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I feel like shit. Mentally and physically.
I think my mother seriously has some kind of personality disorder going on. This family throws around "narcissist" as often as autistic, especially about my father but now I'm wondering if thats not my mother. I think she's autistic sure, but the shit she did last night. Jesus. It went beyond misunderstanding.
She went to my sister, who was anxious, to tell her what she was doing for the house. I left. Because i was promised I could have 72 hours before thinking about it and i was determined not to do so.
I came back later to find my sister crying. She is overwhelmed. Being sick has her feeling like shes not going to be able to keep her end up because she's the one whos strong and does all the heavy lifting and labor intensive shit. She thought mom had come to tell her what she could do to lessen the load. My sister's response was something like "I'm not worried about your shit because i know you've got it under control"
Mother took extreme offense to that because she did NOT go to my sister to make her feel better, but to also be like "i dont know if I can take care of my shit" so she felt absolutely invalidated.
So obvious misunderstanding, right?
Mom comes in from smoking after this. She asks me to see her in her bedroom. I asked if it had to do with house things. She said yes. I politely declined.
She smoked again. I amended my statement, "if its about laundry or something I'll come but I'm not ready to talk about the house" thinking shes gonna tell ME her plans but i am very not ready to make plans.
Btw my sister made me shake and bake chicken so I didn't blow my bloodsugar up on pizza or something. I offer some to mom.
She snaps that she wants absolutely nothing from either of us.
..... Uhm. The fuck?
She blows up. Makes my sister blow up. Explanations come out because obviously they both had the wrong assumptions. My sister is very good about getting her point across without the use of nasty names or comments despite getting royally pissed.
You'd think mom would understand that obviously my sister meant her no invalidation over her worries, she was trying to be supportive but worried about her own responsibilities.
Round and around she went explaining how she meant no offense and that she felt bad she had hurt her feelings.
And after all that my mother is like "CAN'T WE SPEAK KINDLY TO EACHOTHER?" She says this twice.
And I had to watch my sister take a moment to compute how to answer that. Again. Because my mother was the one doing all the attacking? And she already said yes?
So where does that leave us? Groveling, of course. Wtf else are you supposed to do when you explain your intentions until you're blue in the face and they're still offended and want retribution?
Also I'm waiting to know just what tf I did to offend her too. Finally she turns to me and with the most heartstricken voice goes "I wanted to talk to you about your sister but if i can't even talk to you- what am i supposed to do if you're not in my corner?"
Btw whenever shit like this happens, if mom gets upset, she is obsesseed with me "being in her corner"
Btw she does not vibe with my style of support. Because i like getting both sides of the story so i can then tell her where the other side is coming from in attempts to quell misunderstandings. Because thats the logical (i.e, autistic) thing to do, right!?
But she literally takes this as being a "traitor". She called me one for YEARS after a fight with her sister until i told her that it upset me. She kept referencing it. Now she'll focus on the current affront instead of calling up past receipts. But still. I have learned to not say anything at all unless asked directly and otherwise pat her head and go "you're right, that's horrible what they did" even though it feels disgusting to do it.
But that's not even the worst part, once I got over my internal screaming, I said that i was promised 3 days of not panicking so i just didnt want to talk about the house. She pretty much said "WELL, YOU HAVE TO"
She pretty much left after that.
My sister then turns to me and says she is SO SORRY she did that
I'm like.. did what
Get into it with mom. Apparently it's been stewing.
She said things like "you do not get to be upset with me for having feelings" like. Completely mature and valid statements??
And shes just apologizing profusely to me.
I had to tell her she did ABSOLUTELY nothing wrong.
Jesus. The trauma this family has.
So of course because my bubble had been violently ripped away, i got up, put my braces on and tried to clean.
Unfortunately I am one of those people who need steps written out and tasks clearly defined.
So I did the basic functions I knew how to do, which is always "trash, dishes, clothes". Anything else I come across not in those categories goes in a pile behind the couch to be sorted at a later date. I only got through 1/2 the living room before i started running into nephews shit, christmas shit, or shit otherwise not able to be thrown into the random piles.
At some point mom comes up to me. I am not happy with how she treated me. I did not want to talk to her. So I'm just working, politely ignoring her and instead focusing on my panic cleaning.
And she goes "has it been 72 hours?" Like what are you cleaning for?
And I literally stopped I was so fucking baffled. Like are you fucking kidding me?
I cannot take that question as anything but narcissistic. Autism does not explain it. It's just fucked up.
So yeah I'm dying to know wtf is wrong with my mother, this requires research. I would ask her therapist, we use the same one, but I don't think she'd tell me her diagnoses directly. She only shares things like that if its in a blanket statement like "you all have codependency" 🙄
But yeah I went to bed crying, exhausted, sick. Never got to play video games at all yesterday.
And I'm still offended by my mother which is hard to hide because I just. Dont want to speak with her. I just do not have the fucking energy to mask.
I got fed up with the nephew last night. He literally does not know how to respond to anything without backtalking.
His mom hands him food and is very neutrally like "you can have the tv for an hour" and his reponse is JESUS CHRIST.
I'm like No!! The correct response is "okay" or "thanks mom" not JESUS CHRIST. Stop talking to your mother like that!
I said all this riled up but I made sure I didnt sound accusatory or anything. Just very "LISTEN TO MY WORDS"
I don't like the behavior. Its not okay. Theres no fucking reason for it.
My sister always shuts me down when i try to correct his behavior, especially if hes being a straight up asshole for no reason other than to cause harm to his mother. Like he does this on purpose, he has explained it his own fucking self. And my sister said to let him do it because "she can take it"
And then she does the placating voice, the completely whipped "let me appease you, lord" voice and begs for how to make him happy. It's ridiculous and harmful as fuck! To all parties!
I am amazed by the fact that both of her children are even capable of being sweet lovely people. Because this type of child rearing has got to create complete assholes.
I mean, there's strategic skills needed in dealing with autism, of course, but that doesnt mean he doesnt still need to learn to control what comes out of his damn mouth. 😤😤😡
Whenever i try to explain that, he literally blames his father's temper.
Bro has a questional temper but he does not talk to his child like that. Or to ANYONES face. Or abuse him. He talks ABOUT people like the bigoted asshole he can be but i digress.
It's fucking terrifying to imagine what sort of adult this is creating.
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thatrandomblogsays · 4 months
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Annabeth: I, a child, had to earn Thalia’s love, that’s how the world works! I have to earn my moms love. Love is transactional, you gotta be worthy of it first silly :)
Percy, listening to this on the train
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hmdavis02 · 12 days
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4 More Reasons to Homeschool
Merely having an open mind is nothing. The object of opening the mind, as of opening the mouth, is to shut it again on something solid. G. K. Chesterton In the previous homeschool post, I discussed the #1 reason to go for it if you sense the Lord leading you to educate your own children. Today I want to look at four more solid reasons to homeschool. After this post, I’ll begin diving into more…
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notherpuppet · 2 months
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Been thinking a lot about a radioapple human AU today
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bookishmomsstuff · 6 months
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Can emotional wellness be engrained in our kids?
As much as we stress physical wellness in kids, it is time that their emotional wellness is considered equally important. The ability of the child to recognize, understand, and manage feelings effectively is termed emotional wellness. This process of cultivating emotional wellness in kids is dynamic and developed over time through experiences and interactions. It is an ongoing process that the…
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kyvnnie · 7 days
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Guns N’ Roses (literally)
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elleniemae · 1 month
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“OH! Leave everyone at the top of a mountain, and see who makes it back to the bottom alive! Ohoho… classic!”
~Hunter
I’m so normal about this line in ASiaS… so normal
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flamingpudding · 7 months
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He's my clockwork appointed babysitter, not dad.
They failed, even they managed to beat all the cultist in time. The ritual was still completed. The leader was laughing like a maniac until Hood hit him hard with the butt of his gun, knocking the guy out cold finally. With held breaths, they watched how smoke rose from the ritual circle higher and higher until it started to form a black shadow with stars as eyes and too many teeth and limps. Batman was on his way with Constantine. Maybe they could at least contain whatever that was until they arrived.
"Who in the name of all good and holy dared to summon me?!" A static scratchy voice echoed in their ears.
No one dared to answer at first but of course Red I-fear-nothing Hood had to open his mouth earning him death glares from his siblings. "Aren't you like a demon? Why would you mention anything good and holy?"
That think was blinking at them and Tim did a double take when that think moved its many limps like it was rubbing the back of its neck.
"In the name of all bad and cursed then?" It sounded unsure still a booming echo like voice but unsure. They shared a look. Dick opened his mouth, ready to say something when suddenly a familiar voice shouted from behind them.
"Cut the crap kid! They are the Batsie and his birds belong to the good!"
They turned to see Constantine marching in with Batman right behind him. The man was throwing the but of his cigarette way as he went right up to that demon. Which apparently was not one because right as the Brite was up to it a puff of greenish some blocked their view for a moment before a white haired child stood where the demon had been seconds ago.
"The hell you doing out here kid. I told you to stay at home."
"You try resisting a summon when your all new to the fact that you can get summoned!"
"Your going to make my hair gray faster, you little chaos gremlin."
"Aw love you too!"
"Uh Constantine?" They had question of of them was that Constantine was apparently familiar with that child, demon, whatever.
"Right." The man lit another cigarette but before he could even take one drag of it he side eyed the child staring up at him before he flicked it to the side. "Bats my demon son, Danny the Bats."
"Demon son?"
"Actually I am-" They watched how Constantine covered the child's, Danny's, mouth with his hand shushing the boy.
"What did I tell you about interdimensional secrets? That's right, do not talk about them to just anyone. We are not repeating the Green Lantern incident."
Should they feel offended? It felt like they should. They weren't just anyone.
"Constantine." Batman gruffly warned, but the man held up one hand towards them. Batman was definitely offended that Green Lantern got to learn something he wasn't getting to know on Constantine's watch.
"One moment Batsie. I need to- did you gremlin just lick my hand?!"
The moment Constantine removed his hand the child stuck his tongue out at the JL Dark member and made a break for it to hide behind Batman.
"Get back here you little..."
"No! I am always stuck at home, and you promised me I would get to see the watchtower at last month!"
Batman blocked Constantine from getting to who was apparently the man's demon son. Staring at the man as the boy grinned in triumph.
"Mate get out of the way, this kid needs to get grounded again."
"For what?"
"Being a chaos gremlin that won't listen."
The rest of the batfam had only one burning question on their mind. "Which demon was willing enough to have a child with Constantine?"
Well, except for Tim who had caught the little tidbit of interdimensional secret and was wondering who Danny really was.
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bluerosefox · 19 days
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Family Resemblance
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I had another 11pm brain worm.
Enjoy
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Daniel Wayne, the younger toddler brother of Bruce Wayne and the son of Martha and Thomas Wayne had been kidnapped the night their parents were murdered.
Daniel had been snagged the moment their killer heard people headed to the alley and Bruce in his state of shock didn't realize it until it was far to late and could only scream in horror (from everything) as his baby brother is crying his name. (If you wanna make it even more heart wrenching, make it Danny's first time being able to say Bruce's name right and/or Bruce had said some mean things to Danny earlier after he accidentally broke something of Bruce's, something like 'I wish youd go away' or 'I never wanted a brother, you're such a bother!')
Bruce is being held by Alfred as some police officers are chasing down the Wayne's parents killer while some stay behind to see if they could do something.
Minutes turn to hours and as they wait, praying the police at least found Danny, Bruce is ridden with guilt. From his parents death to allowing his brother to be kidnapped.
Eventually the police return to give Alfred and Bruce the news. And it's not good.
The killer escaped and Danny was nowhere to be found.
And it would take many years before he would be found.
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Bruce gets a call from Damian during school hours one day. When he answers he is greeted with Damian demanding him to get to the school and explain himself.
Confused Bruce asks what does he mean and Damian responds with
"The two new students in class today are the spitting images of you and I father! Either they are poorly created clones or you have more hidden blood children!"
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Meanwhile the very students being discussed are calling up someone too
"Ellie? Dan? What's wrong? You better not have made too much chaos already, I just paid for the uniforms for that place."
"DAD! I THINK ANOTHER ONE OF THE FRUITLOOPS FAILED CLONES SOMEHOW SURVIVED!"
"What?"
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john-raschedian · 1 year
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Your Life is Formed Unconsciously
Your Life is Formed Unconsciously
I talk briefly about the story of my life that ultimately lead me to meditation. I was born in 1979 in a regular family in Shiraz, Iran. You know about regular families. Every family has its own issues. I suppose there is no family where everything is ideal. That is mainly because different people’s ideals are different. Two different people will feel about the exact same conditions completely…
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100yearoldcomics · 1 year
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August 8, 1922 Out Our Way by J.R. Williams
Caption: Elf Dakin's peculiar shape makes him an ideal family man. [ID: Elf Dakin, a man with a large protruding gut, stands on the sidewalk outside a grocery store. He's got a wicker basket full of wrapped-up items in his right hand and several packages under both arms. A young toddler in a polka-dot dress sits atop his gut, grabbing his nose with one hand while he reaches for his mother with the other. She stands in front of Elf, handing a long, thin package to the child. /end] Elf Dakin: Say! Don't you think I've got a big enough load already? Mrs. Dakin: What are you growling about? You won't have to carry it, I'm giving it to Junior.
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homkamiro · 3 months
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That one tf2 comic scene but it's Dadspy
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demaparbat-hp · 4 months
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Fire Half-Child
#atla#zuko#avatar the last airbender#atla zuko#zutara#halfblood au#zutara au#atla art#atla fanart#zuko fanart#prince zuko#zuko art#zuko alone#Halfblood AU art#katara#Here comes the Blue Eye Samurai art style influence rearing its pretty head#Gotta love that show's use of lighting#I know this looks like another good ol' Zuko Alone fanart... And it kinda is... But I swear it's also from the HalfBlood AU#I'm still figuring out Zuko's backstory in this AU but I know he was raised in the EK after escaping the Fire Nation as a child#It was probably Ursa who took her freshly burned son and left with help from the White Lotus#I'm... not entirely sure if Zuko remembers everything from his previous life. Flashes of memories and faces but that's it#He believes himself to be a War Child. Ursa loved him but she was also distant in illness and grief.#She taught him to hide his real name and his firebending at all costs. Agni only knew what would happen to him if he was found out.#The last thing Ursa said to him before pushing him out of the burning cottage was to search for his Uncle in Ba Sing Se#He would help him. Keep him safe. And he had answers.#He could tell Zuko of his past and his memories and shed some light over his strange dreams and his mother's sorrow#He just had to reach Ba Sing Se and find him. Uncle would tell him everything about the monster who had burned her mother's back and spirit#Then Zuko would find him#And no demon other than himself would ever roam the earth again#Change of subject. Am I going to keep dropping the full backstory and plot in the tags? Yes. Yes I will. Sorry guys
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ghostbsuter · 8 months
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Sometimes.
Just sometimes.
Bruce, tired father of too many children, wished for a small break.
Just a tiny one.
He pinched his nose, cowl covering his head and expression and glared.
"I can't believe you snitched on me!" Billy batson, freshly revealed teen and sitting on his usual spot during meetings, hisses.
"If I have to get parented, so do you!" Danny fenton, also freshly revealed teenager, glared right back.
"Boys." Both their attention snapped to wonder woman, still tense and warry.
"Do you two have adult supervision, at least." Batman asks, feeling slightly more drained than before, he can feel Nightwing's stare at the back of his head, coming closer.
"Do the voices count?" Danny asks, to which Billy nodded. "Yeah, do they? Zeus has strong opinions, and many kids. He probably can parent, somewhat."
They shrugged both, like they hadn't just opened another whole can of questions.
"Wait!" Danny snapped his fingers, "what about clocky? He sends us on time missions, has his own lair, and lets us hang around. That counts? Right?"
The other teen nods in agreement.
(Knowing both are black haired and blue-eyed teens, he already knows Dick will never let him live this down. Deceived by children, for YEARS.)
(So much for being the greatest detective.)
(The text he sent to Alfred is between him and his butler dad.)
"Or—"
In the end, the two agreed reluctantly to stay around for a while. The Kents, the Allens, Diana, and the Waynes have opened up their homes to house them permanently.
Much their amusement, they declared, that to make no one jealous, they'd switch homes every other week or so.
That alone smelled like chaos.
Whatever, it was Diana's first week.
(And if the house of mysteries appeared in front of them sometimes, that's also between them and a very suffering John constantine.)
.・゜-: ✧ :-
A continuation
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