“They are the apocalypse, the locusts, the plagues I grew up hearing about.” Omg! This powerful judgment is spot on. But the whole essay has a “shake the dust off your feet and go find better” energy that I absolutely adore and want to emulate. Thanks for taking the time to write today. I hope there is pie on the menu tonight.
They want us to believe the whole world revolves around them! So let’s not do that 😂 Today is Krispin’s bday so we are going out to eat to celebrate him being such a fabulous human!
DL this is so damn powerful. THANK YOU. You just articulated all of this fucking mess so, so well. And I feel a lovely release and further freedom from reading your words!
This part resonated so much with me: “While they sit on the outside and gnash their teeth or pray to be delivered, we are the ones who feed and care for each other. Who cherish our children and nurture their strong wills. Who believe in the goodness of humanity instead of our sins. Who believe the earth is precious and must be treated as such. Who are committed to living as if we will wake up tomorrow instead of wishing we would cease to exist.”
While my mother cries at my firm no, my resistance to coming back “into the fold,” I am okay. With distance, I am better than okay. I am free to care about my neighbors, ALL of them, and care for them how I am able.
I’m saving this to remind myself when my parents guilt me again and again for going low contact (they are moving within driving distance and it’s making everything more awkward than before). Your saying their religion won’t allow them to apologize or take accountability just nails it.
In therapy sessions, I refer to my trumpist evangelical parents (full no-contact for almost 3 years now) as The Sad Flailers. They confuse their sadness with anger, and lash out, because it's all they know how to do. They crave repair but aren't willing to be truly accountable. They're lost, caught between piety and reality. It's been helpful for me to think of them as victims of their religion rather than mere adherents. 💜
Inserting a heart emoji here, but I'm on a laptop and it won't let me. Thank you, as always, for taking the time to write out the things that remind me that I am not alone.
“They are the apocalypse, the locusts, the plagues I grew up hearing about.” Omg! This powerful judgment is spot on. But the whole essay has a “shake the dust off your feet and go find better” energy that I absolutely adore and want to emulate. Thanks for taking the time to write today. I hope there is pie on the menu tonight.
They want us to believe the whole world revolves around them! So let’s not do that 😂 Today is Krispin’s bday so we are going out to eat to celebrate him being such a fabulous human!
Oh! Happy birthday Krispin!
I needed this today. Truth rings in every syllable. Thank you for your lyrical writing.
DL this is so damn powerful. THANK YOU. You just articulated all of this fucking mess so, so well. And I feel a lovely release and further freedom from reading your words!
This part resonated so much with me: “While they sit on the outside and gnash their teeth or pray to be delivered, we are the ones who feed and care for each other. Who cherish our children and nurture their strong wills. Who believe in the goodness of humanity instead of our sins. Who believe the earth is precious and must be treated as such. Who are committed to living as if we will wake up tomorrow instead of wishing we would cease to exist.”
While my mother cries at my firm no, my resistance to coming back “into the fold,” I am okay. With distance, I am better than okay. I am free to care about my neighbors, ALL of them, and care for them how I am able.
I’m saving this to remind myself when my parents guilt me again and again for going low contact (they are moving within driving distance and it’s making everything more awkward than before). Your saying their religion won’t allow them to apologize or take accountability just nails it.
In therapy sessions, I refer to my trumpist evangelical parents (full no-contact for almost 3 years now) as The Sad Flailers. They confuse their sadness with anger, and lash out, because it's all they know how to do. They crave repair but aren't willing to be truly accountable. They're lost, caught between piety and reality. It's been helpful for me to think of them as victims of their religion rather than mere adherents. 💜
Inserting a heart emoji here, but I'm on a laptop and it won't let me. Thank you, as always, for taking the time to write out the things that remind me that I am not alone.
I love this so much