Upside Down Eagle
Diamond Member
Wow. I encountered my dad a week ago or so (he's visiting my country with his new wife and his new kids) and as usual, he teared up with emotion when he saw me, but I just felt numb. Seven years I have attempted to repair the connection between me and my parents after what they did to me (yeah, I'm insane for trying), but whenever I see them personally I'm not able to give a flying... you know.
When I came home, the usual happened. First, I felt conflicted, then irritated, then angry. I have been bubbling with anger for the last week, but I have also been happy. I get angry, but I am able to let it go when the anger is over. Today the anger finally exploded, in this major tantrum that seemed to happen out of nowhere (maybe related to some medication I took this morning).
I threw everything around. I destroyed my keyboard and my mouse (for that reason I keep spare! -I know myself that well), raged and yelled and cursed, and howled with total flaming hatred for those horrible people who bothered to put me on this earth and then completely ruined my childhood and my brain. Then I calmed down. Decided I should write my landlord about the noise I was making (they live in the same house).
I hate admitting to them that I'm making noise, I hate admitting that I'm not "a normal tenant". But I can't deny that I'm sort of crazy when I make this sort of noise. In the worst case scenario they could call the cops on me because I scare them (I'm scary when I get this way), and in also a very bad scenario they could kick me out on the street or give me some kind of ultimatum to find a new place (which would suck).
So I told them I'd been messed with badly in my childhood and I told them I was sorry sometimes I lose control, and also that I would never harm anybody in my environment. But that sometimes I just need to throw stuff. And scream a litte. Geez, it's f....cking scary to write such a confession to people that essentially hold the right to decide whether I can live here or not.
When I came home, the usual happened. First, I felt conflicted, then irritated, then angry. I have been bubbling with anger for the last week, but I have also been happy. I get angry, but I am able to let it go when the anger is over. Today the anger finally exploded, in this major tantrum that seemed to happen out of nowhere (maybe related to some medication I took this morning).
I threw everything around. I destroyed my keyboard and my mouse (for that reason I keep spare! -I know myself that well), raged and yelled and cursed, and howled with total flaming hatred for those horrible people who bothered to put me on this earth and then completely ruined my childhood and my brain. Then I calmed down. Decided I should write my landlord about the noise I was making (they live in the same house).
I hate admitting to them that I'm making noise, I hate admitting that I'm not "a normal tenant". But I can't deny that I'm sort of crazy when I make this sort of noise. In the worst case scenario they could call the cops on me because I scare them (I'm scary when I get this way), and in also a very bad scenario they could kick me out on the street or give me some kind of ultimatum to find a new place (which would suck).
So I told them I'd been messed with badly in my childhood and I told them I was sorry sometimes I lose control, and also that I would never harm anybody in my environment. But that sometimes I just need to throw stuff. And scream a litte. Geez, it's f....cking scary to write such a confession to people that essentially hold the right to decide whether I can live here or not.