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listen being the eldest child sucks but i just got to teach my younger siblings how to fold paper airplanes and like. shit man
Reviewing the characters from the Nickelodeon TV series Victorious
Overall a lot of the characters could really benefit from therapy. And quite possibly a psychiatrist.
Both Jade and Cat have unresolved childhood trauma.
Cat has PTSD from being sexually abused, and to used hide in her closet, and under her bed in hopes of not being found. Also she was pushed to the side for said brother. Leading up to her passing out she felt helpless, overwhemled, and ignorged which triggered flashbacks, as well as a panic attack. And it is very likely that she could be on the lower functioning side of the autism spectrum. nd could have a mental disability that makes her brain function like someone who is younger. She could definitely benefit from psychological help, and I also think that it would be beneficial if she was put in some special ed classes such as social skills, or even life skills.
Jade's dad was emotionally neglectful, so it's pretty clear that she was never taught a healthy way to assert herself and to express her emotions. Which is a common side effect of having a emotionally neglectful parent. If you don't know emotional neglect is the most common forms of abuse. Also given the fact that her childhood seems to be a topic she doesn't like to talk about. A lot of the things she says and does to people could have very well been something that someone else did to her when she was younger. She seems to have some control issues. Which is common among survivors of childhood abuse because the feeling of helpless triggers them, and or makes them extremely uncomfortable. her only childhood friend was a hammer, which could have very well let her to be seen as possessive and have abandonment issues. She is worried that she will be replace by a girl who is prettier than she is. She needs help and Beck doesnt seem to be mature enough to help her in a healthy way that actually benefits her. Overall their relationship has a lot of red flag, for example off and on relationships usually aren't healthy .
Adre's grandmother shows signs of severe paranoia that keeps her from living a happy and fulfilling life. So I believe that she could really benefit from psychological help.
Tori and Trina's family definitely needs some family therapy. And their mom and dad needs to learn how to better parent their children. As well as be more understanding and realize that their kids could very well be psychologically or emotionally disturbed.
Trina, a girl who just wants to be a star. Has to step up and be her biggest fan because no one else will. No one wants her and is she is oftenly mocked , underestimated, and made fun. Even by her own sister. She isn't assertive when she needs to be. She needs to learn to let her guard down and accept help from people who really want to help her. ( people outside of her family and fun group who does not have a bias perspective of her based on her reputation.) Over all she could definitely benefit from having solo therapy as well.
TW: venting about my whole ass panic attack. So yeah
So I'm literally in tears rn. My acne flared up really bad. My nose is to big. My lips are too small. My hair just won't work with me. I may be skinny isn't good when your face looks like God hit you 1000000000000000000000x with the ugly stick.
My brother decided to say, "It's not that bad. Why are you upset?"
Easy to say when you have every female in the world falling at your feet.
Like all my siblings got the attractive gene & my genes decided I'd be the ugly one.
My teeth are messed up to. Not lined up, under bite. Got scars lining my body so that's another flaw to add.
Why would anyone decide to date me.
The guy I was dating kill himself. I would to if I was dating me.
He didn't even leave my ugly ass a note. Such a shame ig.
Got ADHD, Bipolar, ODD, Generalized Anxiety, Depression, PTSD, & now possibly falling on the Autism spectrum.
Ugly af
Annoying af
Always fall in everyone's shadows. Only this person's younger sister or this persons older sister maybe this other person's daughter.
Can't even make a name for myself. Sometimes I wish I'd disappear. I was suppose to have a twin. If she made it maybe it'd be better.
School is stressing me out. I somehow passed last year. Kind of tired.
I'm just tired.
No matter how hard I try or how hard I work. Nothing will ever be enough.
Not for me, my mum, my siblings, my friends, my teachers, no one. I'm never enough.
I have a panic attack my mum decides the cry.
What gives her the right. She looks great. She's witty, kind, independent, knows what she wants. So why is she crying. Literally nothing happened.
You're crying cause I'm upset & making everyone else upset. Literally not my fault I'm having a panic attack while looking in the mirror.
Hell now I've started starving myself. Afraid of weight gain ig
I lie. Say how cool my family is. How I don't care whether I am skinny or not. Lie that I'm not ugly or pretty. I lie. Straight through my teeth.
I pretend my life is so great.
No.
I never have been close with my mum. I've always wanted to. Seems everytime I start to I get pushed back.
My mother is proud of all my other siblings.
I gave up on art. I was like 12 or 13. I went to show my mother a drawing.
My mother told me to shut up as my older brother & sister were gonna sing. She couldn't even wait one second to take a glance.
When she decided to look. After praising her oh so talented children. She just said my drawing was cool.
I flushed that drawing down the toilet.
I've decided that I'll just not try.
I'm 16 atm. I try to impress my mother. Be a oh so good kid.
Never one glance.
Where did I go wrong.
My ex boyfriend gave me hope. Maybe someone could love me. Someone could find a way to look past all my flaws & see some beauty that I just couldn't see.
But the rope he hung from could say different.
No goodbye, no letter. Nothing.
Last words were him breaking up with me in a group chat without notifying me .
Having to find out through someone he hates.
Someone who he despises knew.
Then when I joined. He just ridiculed me. Put me down. Kept saying cruel words. Just to break up. Then leave this world.
I know I wasn't the cause. That his world came to an end. But why?
I've only ever looked at the bright side. Wanted to help others. Sit by those who hurt. Helping others gave me purpose. Hope that maybe I one day could.
My mother's name is Hope though. Even she couldn't believe in me. How ironic. The woman who gave birth to me is named Hope. Yet any hope she could've had in me never met my eyes.
I would leave the world as well. I guess I just like the challenge. Tried to leave a couple times. Each one a fail. For 6 minutes & few seconds. My heart stopped. I was at peace. Then my heart decides to beat again. Body decides to work again.
October 23rd 2018. Was my near death experience. Was great honestly. Sadly death just won't take me. No matter how much I've tried. Even death doesn't want me.
How ironic. Death takes everyone. Yet not me.
Take people I care about. Not me though.
I gave up on attempting suicide. Never leads me to death.
I just kind of exist now.
Mother won't let me get a job. Won't let me pierce even my ears.
She says she cares yet victim cards Trump all.
I weirdly love my family though.
My mother saved me from going to foster care. Plus my father was abusive. The memories that'll never leave haven't grown because of her.
Yet it seems I really was just part of the package.
To care for any of the others. I was just the con.
She showed up to my football practice in 8th grade.
She looked so proud & congratulated me on knocking guys 10x my height down. For once she was proud.
One of my matches she showed up to. I was knocked down by a kid. Are team lost. Any hope she had in me. I could see disappear.
She lectured me after. Saying how I could've done better.
I quit the team. Coach said that I shouldn't. It just wasn't as full filing when the person who gives birth to you. Well the one you spend all your time trying to make proud. Look at you with cold eyes.
I had a choir concert not even a year ago. I did the whole thing. Hoping maybe she walk in. See that I was overcoming my fear of singing on stage.
She texted me once I was done. She waited outside the entire time.
Didn't take the time to come in. I thought maybe she was doing something. Shopping or riding around. No. She just sat in the parking lot.
It hurts. I lost my childhood. Lost someone I loved. Lost any hope of my mum being proud. Lost my pride. Lost any love for myself. Lost any meaning for my life.
I've given up. Won't kill myself.
Wouldn't give myself the satisfaction. Plus I've tried to many times. Shot my shot. Missed everyone besides one that I rimmed & missed.
Guess I'll live just to survive. Then die peacefully in life.
Maybe I'll die saving someone. That'd be good to. Be remembered as someone who saved someone .
Well thx for reading ig
Okay I wanna make something clear right here and now kiddo:
✨You are not responsible for your parents.✨
If they fight, have problems, can't get along, disagree, play mind games, manipulate each other, or are even just passive aggressive or don't communicate well, whatever it is is not your fault. Don't feel like you have to help or fix them, especially not at the cost of your own mental health and well-being. Don't feel like you have to be there for them to vent at or dump their problems on, especially if they're complaints about each other. You are NOT to blame for their complications.
This goes for anybody in your life of course, but dealing with the need to support the people who are meant to be your support system is something I see all too often.
You were NOT brought into this world to be miserable on other people's behalf. You cannot fix people, they have to work on themselves.
Especially if those people are your parents.
I have now entered my sad girl era...The next 5 days of march and all of the summer are going to be hell for me.
ᵂʰʸ ⁱˢ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵃⁱⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐᵉ? ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵃⁱⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃˢᵗ.
ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʳᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵉ. ᴴᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ʲᵘᵈᵍᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ.
ᴴᵒʷ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᵃᶜᶜᵘˢᵉ ᵐᵉ ˢᵒ ?
ᴺᵒᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵇᵉᵃʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᵃˢᵏ ᵐᵉ, ᴬᵐ ᴵ ᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃˡˡʸ ᵒᵏᵃʸ?
ᵀʰᵉʸ ᶜˡᵃⁱᵐ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃʳᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ.
ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃˡⁱᵗʸ ᵃˢ "ʷᵒᵉ ⁱˢ ᵐᵉ?"
ʸᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵇᵘˡˡʸ ᵐᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ.
ᵀʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵏⁱˡˡᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃˡˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ.
ᵂʰʸ ᵃᵐ ᴵ ᵖᵃʳᵃⁿᵒⁱᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ?
ᵂʰʸ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᴵ ˢᵉᵉᵏ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ˢᵒ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵒʳᵃʳʸ?
ᵂʰʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᴵ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ʸᵉᵗ?
ᴵˢ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿᵗᵒ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᴵ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᶜʰᵉʳⁱˢʰ?
ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒᵗ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ ⁿᵒʳ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵃˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗᵉʳˢ.
ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵗⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵉᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵃˢˡⁱᵗ; ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵗⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵃˢˡⁱᵗ; ᴵ
ᵃᵐ ᵗⁱʳᵉᵈ , ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵗⁱʳᵉᵈ , ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵗⁱʳᵉᵈ.
ᴵ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃ ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ ᵗʳᵃᵍᵉᵈʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴴᵒᵐᵉʳ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ, ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ˢᵖᵒᵏᵉⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐʸ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉ ⁱˢ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ'ˢ ˡⁱᵉ.
ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵗᵉⁿᵉᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ᵗʰʳⁱᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃˢˢᵃᵘˡᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵃ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉⁿ'ᵗ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ.
ᴬⁿᵈ ʸᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ qᵘᵉˢᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿˢ...
ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ⁿᵒʷ ᵒʳ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵒˡᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ?
You know your fucked up in the head when you can longer make sense of what is it you feel anymore. You know your messed up when you can't tell the difference between what's love and what isn't because, some of your family members are really weird and toxic. Instead you rather wait for the 𝙊𝙉𝙀 because, you feel you'll be able to trust him more than your own kinfolk. Until that happens your an endless void of unhealed problems and people say others have it worser than you as excuse of not to hear your ranting. Why not just tell me you don't give a shit to my face? That would be better than lying about everything. If I ever get hugged again, I won't be able to get hugged without breaking down. To not have a father there too is a huge gash in my side, you get jealous seeing others bond with their two parents who are still together or just bonding with their father. You can only think about how'd you'd take all your pain out on him if he ever bothers to show back up. You crave the love and affection that you see others have and know that you'll never get it. It just consumes you and turns you bitter, making you rot on the inside slowly decaying. You manage to hide all of that though beneath your facade trying to build a strong mentality up from the that.
