Mostly meant my family, Chris & my son. IDK about kid stuff. To me that's just a given. Given it was my fault. But I think that was just a cycle. For years. They all hurt eachother and then the next one hurt the next one cause nobody else knew how to do nothing but hurt, and now I am realizing I am the same way, I don't know how to communicate without hurting people, even if I don't mean to.
I'm so much more like my dad than I ever want to acknowledge, just cause I never hit my kid or raped him or starved him or intentionally, purposefully, with a rational choice, wanted to hurt, doesn't mean a lot to me re my ability to break the cycle cause I haven't broken it. I suck as a parent. I sucked when I was home before. I sucked as a husband. I sucked as a son. I suck as a friend or a support or a group member, where half the people either like me or find me completely ridiculous, or are scared of me, because I am mean.
Try so hard. So hard. Not to be abusive or mean or threatening or intimidating. Did not admit it on here. Last month/couple weeks/can't remember, I got suspended on hold, I wasn't allowed to go to group for like a week and a half because someone came in saying racist comments to my group I was facilitating, they got scared and triggered, I got protective and jammed my little metal bar from my hand brace into his throat and knocked him over and nearly took off his head. Aggressive. Bad. Adrenaline. Violent. Unpredictable. Just like my dad.
I spent six months nearly catatonic whiel my kid basically force-fed me, kid-being-parent, unhealthy, not right, kid-too-responsible, not good, kid-sees-psychosis, not good, kid-hears-dad-talking-to-prisoners, not good, kid-hears-dad-whinging-bout-war, not good, not good, not healthy, wasn't healthy enough to get myself out of there so I didn't expose him, damaged him, didn't see what was happening at his school, didn't stop it soon enough, cause I was too self absorbed. Just like my dad.
People argue with me and I condescend to them, biting sarcasm, rude meanness, bluntness, "excuse me? What the f*ck are you on?" character-attacks, rage, bad, righteous ragey rage, outbursts, struggle to contain the main, hostile, off hand remark. Just like my dad.
People try and comfort me and I want to hurt them. They're just being nice to me so they can hurt me. They're just being condescending to me by being nice to me. They're just wanting to use me for sex. They hate me and don't care about me and don't love me and I make them mad and I hurt everyone so anyone who is ever nice is just hostile and bad and scary so I treat all of my friends like shit, passive-aggressive, "well fine, if you don't like me, then I will go away and hide under table like dog cause I am scared you don't want me" - needing constant reassurance, attachment issues, bad passive aggressive stuff, can't tell my feelings directly, walks around with all this anger, called Chris names when I was mad at her. Just like my dad.
I'm too shamed to write no more. :cry: