i don't know why i know so many therapists/psychologist people but i hate when i get into an argument with any of them and the give me "constructive criticism" or hurt my feelings by telling me all the shit thats "wrong" with me. this kinda ties into my last post because after my mom "abandoned" me i sought out a maternal figure, everywhere, for a while but it didn't work. no one was as good as my mom had been. i usually don't tell people this because its especially embarrassing but this is the internet so who cares. anyways, this story is about my aunt.
she works for cps, child protective services, and is a counselor. she used to bring my and my siblings to her child psychologist friend when we were kids to gauge how we felt about our mom abandoning us and i told her all about wanting to befriend my "mom aged" neighbors, my friends' moms and my teacher but not having any luck. i honesty don't remember much about these visits so i couldn't really say if i said them or not but my aunt did.
i was babysitting all my aunts foster kids while she went "food shopping" once. i only say "food shopping" because she lives 10 mins away but it took her 7 hours. at the time she probably had 14 kids in her care so after two hours i was worn out and blowing up her phone. At this point everyone is in fucking time out, in their rooms and can only come out if they need to use the bathroom or if they are hungry because I do not care. When she finally does come home everybody runs out of the fucking room and they’re so quick to tell her oh my gosh she left us in our room all day and didn’t let us come out because we were being too loud earlier and she was annoyed. And I was just telling her like girl you have too many children and I can’t be watching all of them there they’re too much for me to handle by myself like you said you were going to be long and you took like all day. And she was so quick to tell me to remind me of my childhood and of those meetings with her friend. She was just screaming at me about being attention seeking and needing validation when I was a child and that these kids were no less and I shouldn’t be treating them the way my mom treated me and I should try to be better to the next generation and all this bullshit about being better for the next kid when literally I don’t give a fuck and it’s not my fucking problem.
im not the same person i was when this happened but im still not mature enough to watch 14 kids by myself and not have every single one of them hate me by the time i leave.
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