#generational abuse | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

family-trauma · 11 months

Text

I've been wanting validation that I am a cycle breaker. It's been a lonely road, breaking generational trauma. This post really helped me realize I am not being unreasonable by focusing on doing better and not repeating what I learnt as a child.

252 notes · View notes

texaschainsawmascara · 11 months

Text

breaking generational curses girlies

Girls s6e7

#girls hbo #marnie michaels #allison williams #tv #lena dunham #generational trauma #generational curses #generational abuse #generational change #generationalhealing #generational healing

104 notes · View notes

girl-interrupted111 · 1 year

Text

Mother

I witness my grandfather yell at my mother the same way my dad yells at me.

I see her eyes well up with tears, her heart sinking into knots in her stomach. I feel her strength crack as she’s left defenceless.

My strong mother is standing beside me now a little girl, younger then me. Hurt and helpless.

We come from the same womb. She is simply a reflection of me, I am simply a reflection of her.

Side by side I feel the two souls of helpless lost children desperately seeking love.

61 notes · View notes

angelique-of-the-volturi-guard · 1 year

Text

I know we have a lot of content about trauma in the SPN fandom but something I’ve never seen talked about on here is the generational trauma between Rowena, Crowley, and Gavin and how it shaped them. So I’m going in depth analysis on this shit. Please join me for the ride.

We know Rowena was a tanner’s daughter and a witch. Very likely, she was abused and ostracized by her father for her powers considering the way she raised Fergus. Since her mother is never mentioned it can be assumed she passed before she was born or earlier in her life. The imprint she has on her love map is one of abuse. So when Crowley’s father comes along, it’s likely the first time she’s experiencing love in her life. The light at the end of the tunnel is someone who can accept her for who she is and love her just the same, at the end of all her suffering.

When he abandons her to go back to his wife, she’s understandably devastated. This was the only form of love she had received, and it ended terribly for her- so why would she be able to treat her son that way? You can’t give what you never had. And when she does have him, he’s a built in weak spot for her. She’s a witch, so that’s already a mark against her. But this child is a target that’s easily exploitable. She can’t have that. She’s angry at herself for believing in love, angry at his father for abandoning her, angry at him for making her a target. So the only good thing she can think to do is gain power so that her weakness can’t be exploited that way. She abuses him because that’s what she knows. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel love for him, but she has no way to adequately express it. So there’s sarcasm and teaching him bits of magic as a way to show it. And, likely in her mind, leaving him behind in the workhouse. Because he wouldn’t be a target if he was left behind. Because she’s free of the persecution afterward and the vulnerability of her son being a target, it gives her the emotional space to develop genuine love and affection for Oskar.

Crowley suffered because of her inability to show affection. In his own words, he built his kingdom on it. And he treated his son Gavin the same way. But Gavin had the strength to forgive his father’s abuse where Crowley did not because he felt genuine love with Fiona. He’s the MacLeod that broke the cycle in that regard. With an ability to forgive.

Crowley and Rowena continue to punish each other- it’s what they know. Oskar is killed for a spell. Gavin is sent back to his own time. They bicker like cats and dogs. But it’s in the suffering after Gavin is sent back, after Crowley is dead, that you see the depths of their emotions for their family. None of them were taught how to love, but it was felt. Rowena wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to get Crowley back from the dead if she hadn’t felt it. In her own words, those were her choices, but it wasn’t fair to him. And she was right.

I know we talk about the trauma in this fandom, mostly in relation to Sam and Dean. But the two of them understand how to show love to one another- albeit unconventionally. We don’t talk about the generational trauma within the MacLeod family and we really should, because it’s something that happens to a lot of families. The abuse is inexcusable but it is explainable. Should we tolerate it? Absolutely not. But they are a prime example about why people stay in abusive relationships. They haven’t known anything different, or they believe people can change. It’s only after the death of her son that Rowena changes. That fundamental sense of love for him is there, but it wasn’t shown. Gavin is the only one to have the strength to forgive his father, but we only hear about it after he’s a ghost. And it shows the way grief grows and changes us.

Generational trauma impacts every area of our lives. It can make people worse or better, depending on how we respond to it or choose to break it. But if there’s one thing we can learn from the MacLeod family it’s that you will regret what you pass onto your children. They are an under appreciated cautionary tale, and that should be realized more than it is.

#supernatural #outofguard #mun post #rowena macleod #fergus macleod #crowley #gavin macleod #generational abuse #generational trauma #long post #sorry for the long rant

57 notes · View notes

that-asthmatic-queer · 1 year

Text

I have my fathers’ eyes

But they’re my mothers’ when I cry

I try to say they’re not the same

But they all know that that’s a lie

I’m a sinner

You’re a saint

Thrown and broken dinner plates

This family isn’t for the faint

26 notes · View notes

deadbodydemon · 2 years

Text

why do mothers only see their daughters as extensions of them? why should i have to be forced to do the same things she did just so she can get some sick pleasure in knowing that shes the adult and she finally gets to ruin someone elses childhood and teenage years? why do i have to be parentified just so a 50 year old woman can lay in bed all day and do nothing, just like her mother did to her?

#toxic mom #toxic mother #narcissist mother #generational abuse #generational curses

75 notes · View notes

onemillionwordsofcrap · 10 months

Text

Y'all ever look at the dysfunction in the current generation(s) of your own family and wonder what the fuck could have possibly kicked this level of bullshit off 100+ years ago?

#poverty war bad genes bad lives bad times #generational abuse #Wish I could save you. all of you.#.txt #abuse cw #mental health cw

9 notes · View notes

free-therapy-via-my-notes · 1 year

Text

Fears

#female poets #poetry #sad poetry #sad notes #fears #mother #daughter #generational abuse #generational trauma #generational karma #abuse recovery #mental abuse #parent abuse #vent poetry #personal vent

13 notes · View notes

family-trauma · 7 months

Text

Generational trauma breakers have it very tough because they have to actively work in themselves while existing in a toxic environment, and try to better themselves to prevent the generational abuse from repeating. I am currently going through this myself as a generational trauma breaker and it's a really hard road.

Not many people understand what it is like growing up in an abusive environment, not understanding why something feels off until awareness hits you that all of it was abuse and that you are the cycle breaker.

#absurd #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #mental wellbeing #mentally exhausted #mental abuse #mental health #mental illness #generational trauma #generational abuse #generational trauma breaker #generational healing #toxic #toxic family #toxicity #toxic people #dysfunctional family #family-trauma

47 notes · View notes

beaujagr · 7 months

Text

I know my brain is broken and my body is blue-screening, and I know that I made every good, bad, and ugly choice that got me to where I am today,

but I sometimes think that if a fraction of the people I care about would expend a fraction of the energy I do towards the legwork of our connection and relationship, it would ease a lot.

like do they have to do it all, or meet where I'm at? No, and i doubt most people would if they could.

but could they do more? almost always. Could they do any? sometimes. and some of them do! I do see it when they do!

when you are a cup that is overflowing from the top and leaking out cracks in the sides, sometimes, it would help if someone would start bailing you out a little, or holding you to slow the leaks.

I have been too much and not enough my entire life, always too much enthusiasm and unfocused or hyperfocused energy that eventually gets squashed and then I am too much negativity and sadness that eventually gets shamed or becomes annoying or is a bummer, and even though I try to put 110% into every relationship when I can, it is so rarely reciprocated to even a glass half full.

I get thirsty, and I drink it empty, because what's filling me and overflowing isn't water, it's a void that sucks in as much as it crushes and eventually spits out. It is true in many ways that those of us not given the love we are told we are getting or supposed to get as children crave attention, but more than anything we crave not having to love ourselves on our own.

If we have to keep trying to love ourselves on our own - to have to schedule every social engagement or intimate moment and remind people of every event because no one else prioritizes those things, to have to educate everyone we love on how to love and how to express love in ways that are safe and helpful and fulfilling, to do the work to build relationships and maintain them and communicate every step of the way, to meet everyone's needs and respect everyone's boundaries no matter how much those boundaries & needs infringe upon our own needs and boundaries, to make up for the times people let us down and fail us and bail on us, to have the silence waiting for other people to pick up the conversation after promises that we would not have to wait so long and claims that we matter to them -

if we have to keep trying to love ourselves on our own, when we were never given reasons to love ourselves, we were not shown what it was like to love ourselves and find inherent value in ourselves, when we know that any day we are not operating at 110%, we risk spilling our cup with no one else willing to refill it, and we may never drink from many cups again.

I know I am a void, endlessly hungry and thirsty, destructive if I am not at my best, but that does not mean no one should feed or water me, that does not mean my cup should be cracked and broken. I did not make me this way alone, and every day I slice my fingers on a new crack in my facade, more of the void spills out.

I would give anything to feel like I am not just spilling over endlessly with something I can't use to nourish myself, and to feel like community is an actually real thing, and that relationships could be balanced, not 50/50 all the time but instead filling cups that aren't full, and balancing out the load when too much pours out.

I can't be enough. Too much or too little, and never able to find that sweet spot, because alone and without others reciprocating my efforts, I am just a broken cup.

#rambling #mental illness #disability #neurodivergence #trauma #religious trauma #poverty trauma #generational abuse #relationships #communication #bad metaphors #tired

3 notes · View notes

regrettably-human · 1 year

Text

poorly animated vegetables

taught us to be kind

to love each other

to be honest no matter what.

a lemur and twin brothers

taught us to care about the environment

to have fun with one another

to use critical thinking skills.

a blue dog and a boy in green

taught us to solve problems

to look for "clues"

to not jump to conclusions.

what did you teach me, father?

mother, did your yelling teach me to be kind to myself?

what did you teach me?

my self-hate?

my readiness to leave this world?

no, no. that was not taught.

that was inherited.

i resent you for that.

#veggitales #zoboomafoo #blues clues #generational trauma #generational abuse #tw self hate #poem #poetry #original poem #writing #spilled ink #my poems #journal

15 notes · View notes

numerousenbees · 9 months

Text

when you learn that your family generational trauma was actually bigger than you previously were told-

#generational trauma #generational abuse #what a great thing to learn while high lol #now that will be on my mind for a bit

3 notes · View notes

myfandomrealitea · 9 months

Text

If your culture requires you to actively cause harm to someone or something else, particularly against their wishes, its not culture. Its just generationally perpetuated abuse and violence.

#sephiroth speaks #myfandomrealitea #discourse #reality #culture #tw: abuse #tw: violence #generational abuse #cultural differences

3 notes · View notes

connieaaa · 1 year

Text

Parenting is hard, but it is SO much easier than being a child.

#cptsdsurvivor #dysfunctional parents #parenting #parental abuse #reparenting #parenting different #breaking generational curses #generational curses #next generation #generational abuse #generational trauma #childhood #childhood is hard #i think about this often #childrens rights #childrens mental health #alloparent #trusted adult #mom friend

12 notes · View notes

sapphicjunglefever · 7 months

Text

pretty brown eyes.

synopsis- you and your girlfriend were on the outs but you had hoped something would change, and only one person was stopping you from finding your true happiness.

characters : fem x stem reader.

warning: slurs, cursing, homophobia, verbal abuse.

flashback.

december 21st, 2022. friday, 9pm.

“baby. i had a great time with you tonight.” your feet burned from ice skating across the rink, something your partner knew you loved to do ever since you were ten years old. but you didn’t care because you got to spend time with a beautiful girl that was all yours. “all mine.” she said, taking your hand, cupping your face and kissing you ever so gently, guiding you back into the apartment that you guys invested all your money in after highschool. life was perfect. you finished school, and lived together. you woke up every morning greeted by the same girl with pretty brown eyes and beautiful white teeth. she did the same smile everytime she saw you, and it made you feel like no one else could.

“so did i.” it was perfect. you sat on the couch beside her, and turned on your favorite movie. you sighed happily. “my feet still hurt, those skates were tight as hell on my feet.” she laughed, picking up the remote.

“i think we should watch home alone since it’s a classic.” she said.

whatever she wanted that was fine with you, because as long as you got to watch her do those cute little squeals and giggles , laughing at the same parts over and over. she cuddled closer to you every time something happened.

and that was enough.

until it wasn’t.

present day.

“seriously, y/n? what is wrong with you? all you can muster up to tell me is that you were “out?” she started pacing.. and you watched as her feet rotated everytime she took five steps forward, and so on and so on.

“you tweaking out right now bro. i was out. i told you that. i had to work. just stop pacing and sit down. chill.” you said, sitting up on the couch.

“how am i supposed to chill, y/n? it smells like you had another bitch in our car. that perfume fucking stink, and i don’t wear that. and you wear cologne. so again.. who is that?”

“you know i would never cheat on you mama. calm down, cmere.” you take her hands and rub them with the pads of your thumbs. “relax.”

“look at me.” you took your index finger and guided her chin to raise her head up , making eye contact. she looked at you. with those same pretty brown eyes. but this time they weren’t full of lust, longing, or happiness but now.. she was hurt.

you couldn’t tell her what really happened. your mom came back from Georgia and told you she wanted to enroll you in some homophobic school for Christians who “lost their way.” the truth is.. you told your mom that you were living by yourself.

even though you were old enough to make your own decisions, your mom made sure she could control everything that was ever good in your life because she hated the fact your found love and it was with a woman.

thursday, 7:45pm. in your car. flashback.

your mom walked up to your car window knocking lightly on the glass, signaling you to let her in. she sat in the drivers seat.

“so, y/n, how have you been sweetheart?” your mom said, looking over at you in the passenger seat.

you sat in the seat, posture poor, looking out the window so intently.

“fine.” you said, monotone and flat.

you sat there in silence for a bit, rubbing your hands down your dirty work uniform, not sure what to even say at a time like this. the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“so i’ll be back soon to take you-“ your mom started.

you turned to her in the passenger seat, impatient.

“i’m NOT going. i have a life here. i’m loved. my friends are incredible people. my girlfri-“ you stopped. your eyes darted down so quickly, looking at the dashboard and all the contents in the cup holder, hoping she didn’t hear you.

your mom sighed. “your.. girlfriend? this is why you need to go, i thought you left that way back in the past. it’s a phase, no child of mine is gay.”

you felt tears well up in your eyes, so you shifted slowly back to looking out the window. you sighed.

“mom- look. i love her. so much. she’s so beautiful. she takes care of me. looks out for me. supports me. she-“

“NO. if you want to live your life like the rest of those faggots you should probably stay.” your mom said, completely and utterly disappointed. “i won’t support this, i wanted children. you failed me. no woman will ever love you like i do.” she kept going on and on.

“get out.” you whispered, tears about to flow. “i have to go home mom.”

“why so you can go be with your girlfriend?” she mocked. you didn’t like that. so you repeated louder.

“leave.” you turned to face her. she looked at you with such hatred, like you were a stranger.

and you thought…

”those aren’t the eyes i remember.”

once upon a time, my mom looked at me with her pretty brown eyes.

comment to be tagged!

@kisskourt @inmyheadimobsessed @inadvertently-writing @ripkubrick @shurisvibranium @abbiemhart @blacklesbothatlovestowrite @k3nn3dyxo @ihearttish @abenomeiiii @onyxstones-world @imjusthere2readbruv @ctrlmimi

#SoundCloud #black girl aesthetic #romantic #black writers of tumblr #black writers #female writers #gxg #love #lgbt pride #wlw story #short story #generational abuse #sad stories #gay love #love moodboard

5 notes · View notes

hancocksbitch · 9 months

Text

Conjuring up a backstory for a new Sole Survivor.

This is what I got so far. This post will be updated whenever inspiration strikes.

Thinking she should go halfway mental. Perhaps try out the Cannibal perk for the first time would be fitting (I have this mental image of her going postal on the first raider she encounters and ends up ripping their throat out with her teeth.)

Push agility and endurance. Stealth and melee. Big guns further down the line.

She'll be Nora, but rename herself Phoenix.

Out of the ashes of humanity the Phoenix will rise.

TW child abuse, domestic abuse

AO3

Her father is a mechanic. He's an abrasive, abusive, filthy man with a chip on his shoulder.

At 12 his eyes start to wander.

At 13 his hands start to wander.

At 14 he's no longer even bothering to hide it from her mother.

---

Nate is not what you would call a good man, but he has the decency to keep her shame away from the world. Behind locked doors. All he asks for in return is her obedience, an obedience he would have either way.

He's not violent, not unless she deserves it. He's not loving, not that she could discern it.

He's not what you would call a good man, he's the best man she's ever known.

---

Just hours after crawling out of that arctic tomb, Vault 111, dazed and confused she will watch the raiders in Concord taunt and wail at someone on the balcony of the Museum of Freedom, hidden in a blown out building when she's assaulted by one them who's snook up on her.

The mutt from the rest stop has followed her though and attacks the man instantaneously, ripping him off her and going for his neck. They fight viciously and the man finally get the animal off him, sending it across the floor tumbling into the wall, leaving it wining and unable to move it's hind legs.

Getting up, walking over to it the man pulls out a handgun, muttering something about too many fucking bitches and holding the open wound in his neck. Looming over the animal he aims down at it when she feels something almost physically snap in her head.

Giving out a inhuman feral howl she lunges herself up and across the room onto the mans back; one hand goes around his head, clawing at his eyes, the other ripping at the open wound in his neck, kicking, spitting, screaming until her lungs give out.

Ripping the 6" man to the ground she's scuttering like an imp out of the nether regions of hell up and upon him and crouched on top of his chest the tiny woman, drenched in sweat and drooling like a rabid mongrel, growls trough gritted bared teeth.

The last thing he sees before her teeth clamp down and rip out what's left of his severed throat are two nearly black eyes, filled with the rage of generations upon generations of kept women.

Out of the ashes of humanity the Phoenix has risen.

---

Finding Cait will be a match made in hell. They will latch on to each other like barnacles to a ships hull and bring hellfire down on anyone who lacks in judgment enough to stand in their way.

---

In John Hancock they will, in time, find an anchor in their storm.

A priest to take their unspoken confession, a master to hold their leash.

A kind man where none such exist; a killer to put down the demons that ride them to their annihilation.

youtube

#sole survivor #New playtrough #fo4 #fallout4 #Youtube #generational trauma #generational abuse #child abuse #surviving trauma #rising phoenix #Domestic abuse #fo4 cait #depressing shit #Epic shit #This is how legends are made #john hancock #fallout hancock

5 notes · View notes