I was always told I was stupid by my mother. She told me this many times when I was growing up. In some ways, it was a good thing, because it pushed me to be the first person in my family to graduate from college. In some ways I believed her, but then again it pushed me to prove her wrong. At any rate, I feel like this has been something that has been told to me again and again throughout life, mostly through men questioning my intelligence or poking fun at something I say. I find that rather sad. I think it is always good to question what we are told, though. Ask ourselves, is it true? is it helpful? etc. etc.
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10 responses to “what were you always told?”
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@Tits McGee hahahaha!
My upbringing was at the other end of the spectrum.
My paper credentials are at the other end of the spectrum too.
@luftballooneyegouge my therapist did tell me that functional families existed. What was that like?
@luftballooneyegouge wat, pray tell, are your paper credentials?
Early in school (elementary), I did great. I was usually praised by how smart I was (family and teachers.) It was just easy at that stage. Later on, school got harder, grades went downhill, and people kept saying that I am smarter than that and just not applying myself. I always hated those compliments to begin with and set us all up just for it to crumble. Kind of like how I know the basics of the internet and computers, but they always assume I can fix whatever their issues are. I really know nothing. Me liking and doing a thing doesn’t cause me to try to master it. I do just enough that pleases me. Any extra is just stress and misery (and I do mean actual misery.)
@yin they say it takes 10,000 hours to master something. Have you spent that many hours on anything?
@Scarlett2 Watching wrestling and playing video games maybe, lol. Nothing has really caught my attention to do that with. It sucks.
I think you are smart, if i make jokes here it is just hiding my true heart or just having fun and attempting to be witty.
I find u a deep and wonderful person, however you should get put of such a thing. Your mother really abused you in that way, it is a dirty lie. I am sorry she did that. You are not her, nor was her slander anything real.
For me, ppl say i am relentless… amongst other things.
My Mom always told me that I was a pain in the ass to her. I was a financial burden that she resented taking on. She used to tell me that I was just like her sister, Florance. I couldn’t understand that because Florance was simple-minded and retarded. I was not a retard, nor was I simple-minded. But, Mom would say that I would grow up to be like Florance. Florance had the mind and intellect of a two year old child.
It wasn’t until I was 18 that I learned that I really was Florance’s child. Mom was raising her retarded sister’s child. —— So, it was good that I got a job at the local roller rink at the age of 11. I was paid good wages and could afford to buy my own clothing and school lunches. I could pay for my own dance lessons and all the expenses that incurred while I was growing up.
I didn’t grow up to be anything like Florance, but learned to respect the position of being her caretaker as I became adult, and Florance stayed forever 2 years old. She was too much for me to handle, but I placed her in a convalescent hospital for the last 30 years of her life. When she died, I paid her cremation expenses.
I bought Florance a very expensive coat. After she died, I took that coat back. I wear it. I look so much like Florance did. When I wear her coat, I catch a glimpse of myself in a store window —– and it is just like seeing her alive again. I wave to my own reflection with that same goofy retarded look Florance had. It is like seeing her again, but it is me. I am not like her, but I look like her.
Mom respected that I took care of her sister. She still thought I was a pain in the ass, as a daughter. Because of that, we never got along. But, one night when we were having tea and I gave her legal advice on how to get the house put in her name after Dad died. I paid all the legal expenses for her, and recording fees. She said it was good that I had gone to college and was in law school, along with owning my own business. She asked me how I got to be such a good person, and my answer was simple. ——— That is what she raised me to be.