Who told you that you are bad? Can you trust their assessment? Was their assessment correct at the time of assessment? Have things changed since that assessment? Did they know everything about you to be able to make that assessment? Bad in what way? In every way? How could that be possible?
We barely understand ourselves, how can we rely on anyone to make that judgement?
As a child, when parents were infallible, the only known options were that I was bad or that my parents didn’t love me. It was less painful to accept that I was bad, especially because the beatings, yelling, and isolation would have continued either way.
As an adult, I’ve learned that it’s possible that my parents just weren’t very good at being parents. While the compartmentalizing has become easier to perform, the emotional scars still take time to unravel
Who told you that you are bad? Can you trust their assessment? Was their assessment correct at the time of assessment? Have things changed since that assessment? Did they know everything about you to be able to make that assessment? Bad in what way? In every way? How could that be possible?
We barely understand ourselves, how can we rely on anyone to make that judgement?
As a child, when parents were infallible, the only known options were that I was bad or that my parents didn’t love me. It was less painful to accept that I was bad, especially because the beatings, yelling, and isolation would have continued either way.
As an adult, I’ve learned that it’s possible that my parents just weren’t very good at being parents. While the compartmentalizing has become easier to perform, the emotional scars still take time to unravel
I was never told that I was bad, opposite of that, I was told to be bright and smart
Thus, I compared myself to others.
Except I never found myself to be better or equal in my comparisons, I felt lesser than, worse and irrelevant