If you were a child who grew up fearing that you’re boring everybody by talking, then it more than likely stemmed from invalidation as a child.
Sometimes as children we find a topic we enjoy, and talk endlessly about it. Most parents might not be wildly enthusiastic on the inside, but they will show interest for the child to validate them. Mine were different, they showed absolutley no interest whatsoever, no matter what the subject of interest was. They behaved as if I was boring them, or they said they were tired, busy or had a headache. Constant invalidation or uninterest was rampant in our house.
To make matters worse, they were fascinated if my brother brought up the same subject, and to this day they both deny their obvious favouritism. And on the rare occassions they did show interest, I found myself questioning the sincerity of their supposed interest. And then it happened. “We’re doing it to be polite”. Those words angrily buzzed like startled wasps in my brain. I was so surprised and hurt that they could lie, after screaming and calling me names for some sneaky lies (“no, I didn’t do anything wrong”). I stopped talking to them about things I liked altogether, not just to them, to everyone.
As a result, if I get carried away with a subject in adulthood, I repeatedly apologise for being boring or uninteresting. And if they do show interest, I always question the sincerity of it. “Are you sure I’m not boring?” “Really? If I am I’ll shut up”. Are two of my most common phrases. Other times I won’t care and I’ll waffle on about what I please. But there’s always a part of me that holds back on too much enthusiasm. I am always second guessing whether someone is genuinely interested in what I have to say. And this, parents, is why you validate your children. Otherwise they’ll grow up thinking everybody secretly hates them and is bored by them.
I would really like to know what exactly is wrong with me, that makes me so unlovable?
I‘m really curious.
I literally feel sick from crying so much.
“my life is an out of body experience disconnected from everything around feelings i just don’t know my mind is a black hole and all those sleepless night knowing i’m never going where i want to go”
— t.m.
me, sitting in my room drowning in rubbish, staring at one spot and not doing anything just feeling numb and lowkey suicidal: what if i faked being mentally ill
“i am depressed i am sad saying i have depression out loud for the world to hear is like baring my soul something i simply cannot do i don’t want people to see the thoughts in my head i wish i could hear silence for just one day”
— t.m.
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“it’s a funny feeling hard to explain feeling like I don’t deserve to exist don’t deserve to be a part of now everything is good everything is fine but I hate it i hate how it makes me feel”
— t.m.
Food for thought: If I isolate myself and push everyone away then I can kill myself in peace