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if i exposed myself, every feeling, every thought, every miniscule detail that forms my body, my brain, my identity— i would be dead to you. (thankfully, though, i’ve gotten the memo early.) it’s obvious now, you never wanted a child. you wanted a robot, ready to reprogram. a servant, to do your bidding. a doll, to dress up the way you want. you wanted perfection, not a child. you wanted perfection, not me. you are not my god, and i will never be made in your image.
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Dec 23, 2022
Dec 23, 2022 at 12:55 AM UTC
dead to you
if i exposed myself, every feeling, every thought, every miniscule detail that forms my body, my brain, my identity— i would be dead to you. (thankfully, though, i’ve gotten the memo early.) it’s obvious now, you never wanted a child. you wanted a robot, ready to reprogram. a servant, to do your bidding. a doll, to dress up the way you want. you wanted perfection, not a child. you wanted perfection, not me. you are not my god, and i will never be made in your image.
—and i know you will never accept me
#mother#identity#depression#expectations#perfection#homophobia#religioustrauma
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22/Non-binary/hiding in bed
Dec 23, 2022
Dec 23, 2022 at 12:55 AM UTC
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