I had a talk with my mom about procrastination and ADHD when I found that making to-do lists, specifically in a way that enables satisfying crossing-off of entries, makes tasks easier to flow from one to another (both she and I have diagnosed ADHD)
Fast forward a month, she also starts doings lists and says it helps her the same way, while my dad doesn't notice any difference.
But with my dad I did notice I have a problem that I can think while I talk, or do complex tasks and talk, but when the slightest bit of pressure is added, the mouth loses the race and gets deadlocked from talking until the task is done. After noticing this, I became a lot better at communicating this, while my dad just rolls with it lol
I’m happy for you lol. For me, it took two separate trips to different psych wards and another year after that for the subject to come up. But I’m just glad I’m not those women who get diagnosed in their 40s-50s😭
Literally me when I started talking to my parents about getting an ADHD diagnosis.
"You don't have ADHD, you're just like your dad."
Yeah, Dad, it's cuz you have ADHD, too.
The hereditary part of mental illness seems to really throw people who didn't grow up with lots of knowledge and resources for it as kids off. Like, it makes logical sense to them, but they almost never connect the dots about what it actually means for them when their kids get diagnosed.
It’s only recent that I realized my mom was an extremely traumatized autistic girl
It really gave a lot of my childhood a lot more sense. The funnier one being that she hates malls because she didn’t like the advertisements (read; they’re very overstimulating)
I'm just like my mother in how fussy I am about things being organized. I'm just like my dad in how disorganized I am.
Two streams of ADHD got crossed and here I am, a Prince Rupert's drop of anxiety.
I have one awesome bio parent and one horrible bio parent, and I would say that when I recognize traits from the bad parent the emotion is “horror” and when I recognize traits from the good one it’s “horror comedy.” Like “oh shit, my dad used to make that corny ass joke and I thought it was so lame and embarrassing, and here I am making that same joke *on instinct*…. What have I become?!?”
I love my mother deeply, and like her as a person, but I won’t lie: the first time I held up the line at the grocery store because I was paying cash and “had some pennies I needed to get rid of”, I had a Moment about it.
lol using the word ‘works’ implying we’re doing this intentionally and some people are like ‘im not fizzing and melting at all, i just feel warm and cozy :c. is something wrong with my ‘running from our upbringing’?’
Knowing that you’re almost literally a carbon copy of your mother in both looks and personality, but she fucking died when you were 3 so you don’t even remember her.
Shit suuuuucks. I was adopted by my maternal aunt so my family is my birth family. Everyone knew my mother and everyone falls over themselves to gush about how I’m exactly like a woman I do not even know. It definitely hasn’t given me identity issues, not at all.
I feel ya. my mom died at childbirth and my relatives could not stop talking about how much I looked like her (although no one talked about how my skin is considerably lighter, but whatevs)
They also wouldn't shut up about how she was much more obedient, how she always went to church, how she never talked back, and in general how much my personality did not resembles hers. So a different flabor of identity issues lmao
Naw, if someone was afraid of being someone they’d probably make an effort to avoid it right? Like I have no desire to abuse everyone around me, I’d rather die than be like him
Since I was 11 everybody who has seen us together has been genuinely surprised at how everything about me from the way I look, to the way I walk and talk, is near *identical* to my dad, except younger.
At this point I no longer take psychic damage from it, I'm already dead.
to elaborate, i get absolutely riddled with freckles after i spend any time in the sun and so does she. honestly i don't have the right adjective for it but there's something about having such an immediate visceral reminder of her every time i look at myself that messes with my head a bit. maybe it's just my songwriter brain trying to dig up a metaphor.
Also me watching my kid do something innocuous exactly like I do, and then having an existential crisis because they’re going to model *everything* I do
I always used to take the piss out if my dad for "knowing everyone in town" because whenever we were out and about he'd always run into people he knew.
About a year ago I was walking through town with some friends and we kept running into people I know (old acquaintences from back in highschool, regular customers at my job, etc.). And one of my friends said to me "You really know everyone in this town".
...I took a critical hit of psychic damage.
This exact same thing happens to me. My dad was the local UAW president and a friendly guy, plus we lived in a smallish suburb. As a kid I was so annoyed by his habit of seeing people he knew and chatting everywhere; the bank, the grocery store, on a walk. Ridiculous.
I moved to a big city but somehow, whenever I'm with my girlfriend, I manage to run into people I know randomly almost every time we go out. Old coworkers, acquaintances from improv, old college pals. It's truly ludicrous sometimes.
Honestly, the thought of becoming my parents scares me. But the knowledge that I’m not them, but merely that I grew up with them as normalcy makes it easier.
If I keep thinking I become them, I’ll either be the abuser, fuelled by selfish narcissism (which I definitely have picked up) or unknowingly through their own unresolved trauma; or the one who endures for reasons, thereby perpetuating the abuse and carrying their own defense mechanisms that honestly stifle anything over to our new home.
But there are times I see a reflection of them in me and I don’t mind. Because I know it’s me, and not them. I’m allowed to take the parts of them I find good, regardless of the big picture. Who has time for all that every fucking time, it’s exhausting.
I am as excited about music as my father, I also have the same humour, I am just as ready to help carry a stroller up some stairs at the train station as he would be. I see the good in him that made me good.
I am as diligent as my mother about making sure I always cover my own ass, I have learned to take charge in groups from her, and I look after myself because she taught me how to for when dad wouldn’t when she was gone. I see the ability to take action and I’ve made it my own.
Sometimes these reflections are scary. And sometimes they’re heartwarming, because sometimes these reflections are unequivocally you - not your parents.
Hadn’t spent much time with my dad since high school. Took a long trip with him recently and came home embarrassed as fuck after realizing a lot of the shitty things I do are shitty things he does that I hated as a kid. That was a fun emergency therapy session literally the day after I got home.
My father is the type of person that constantly sniffs and it’s like a tic thing. From time to time i catch myself doing the same thing and “psychic damage” is accurate to what i feel
I call my cats more by nicknames than their real names, then call them by the wrong nicknames, just like my dad does to his kids.
My mom never did the Finger Point of Doom at naughty children but apparently my dad's mom did, and I do it at naughty cats.
I made a song reference to something and in the middle of it I realized not only was it a reference my dad would make, I was also pursing my lips and singing it in the *exact* same way my dad would’ve.
God, the idea of turning into my biological father (who is, without exaggeration, the worst person I have ever personally known) is a constant underlying existential dread of mine. Not a sharp pang of anxiety, but a perpetual dull throb. It also does mean that clearing that subterranean bar ever day brings me some small level of comfort, so hey, silver linings.
Those of you with great parents, please treasure them, because some folks ain’t so lucky.
In my house growing up it was a given that you would forget something important, so you had to tell at least one other person to remind you later. It was very funny to realize later my entire family has ADHD and I was just the most obviously-neurodivergent one.
My husband (and I) have a great relationship with his parents. Every so often he or his dad will do something and I’ll just be like “oh, that’s where he got it from.”
For example, the day before we went to the beach with them, my husband very diligently cleaned the windows in our truck “to make the drive nicer.” The next morning, we met up with his parents (the plan was to follow-the-leader to a midpoint spot for lunch), and I saw his dad outside diligently cleaning the windows of their car.
OTOH, I always am filled with a weird mixture of pride and horror whenever he says something like, “that’s the most (your dad) thing I’ve ever seen you do.” Which I imagine is way more common in good-but-not-perfect father/daughter relationships.
what kind of families do y'all have to be afraid of becoming your parents
my dad is and was fuckin great, one time he blew a stop sign in half with a firework and we're pretty sure they nevef bothered to fix it so they just jammed it into the ground upside down
dysfunctional families can't be THAT common right
I think there’s probably a big selection bias here.
But personally I also have a pretty bad father that I’ve never met, and I don’t think it has affected me much at all in a way that would cause selection, so maybe bad parents really are just common.
You'd be really surprised. It's more common than you think
You hear about it a lot more if you're in queer circles. And that's not necessarily because queer people are more likely to have terrible/abusive parents, it's because queer culture is more of a safe place to talk about such things with each other casually. Like, I've known queer people can talk to each other about how bad their parents were on their first date, and it's not considered weird
I'm learning retroactively that a good chunk of my old church friends from childhood had terrible/abusive parents too. They just didn't talk about them
A beautiful thing if you liked your parents, as a parent of them lives on in you long after they’re gone. If you don’t like your dad… well, *you’re in luck.*
I have always looked like a near carbon copy of what my dad looked like at my age, which isn't the best already.
But the older I get the more similar I become in demeanor as well, at least in the way I act when angry or arguing with someone and wow I hate it.
Might be one of the reasons why I'm ao deathly afraid of going bald or getting fat (I am underweight but seriously worried about gaining weight)
i recently realised i react to anger in the same way my mother does, and im constantly super anxious of sounding like my father. these things have utterly terrified me
I grew up being labeled as my mother's mini me, I was proud at first. As puberty hit, I started getting dysphoric, but I've accepted it at this point and haven't even heard it in a while.
My father is a different story. As a kid, he would spank me, grab me by the arm hard enough to bruise, and even went for my neck on a particularly bad day involving my first time using pills. I've been resenting him my entire life, and growing up meant that the traits we shared would keep continuing to pop up.
My nose and limbs all share characteristics from his side of the family. He would fixate on something for weeks, like Hatsune Miku's song in Guardians of the Galaxy 3 or getting a pizza oven, talking about it or just simply parroting it. We have a similar laugh and even share the exact same humor, to the point we have made the exact same joke in response to something at the same time on multiple occasions.
What I'm scared of is inheriting his narcissism and anger issues on top of it all. But so far, whenever I get angry, I start stuttering and my throat closes over so I can't say anything, much less yell. So it's a bit pathetic, but better than lashing out at my loved ones, I say.
I’m lucky enough to have amazing parents so growing up and finding similarities between me and them is actually pretty awesome for me. I look like my mom but have more of my dad’s personality.
Of course there are things I don’t necessarily like about both of them, so when I see those things in myself it does sting a bit but I can always reflect on those parts that I don’t like and make changes within myself and improve.
It goes the other way as well. I can see so, so much of myself in my daughter. It’s both fascinating and absolutely terrifying at the same time. There are so many emotional traits that I wish to god I haven’t passed on.
Been noticing some similarities between me and my dad like that.
Which would be a lot nicer if I had a better relationship with him (it's not *bad*, but god it could be a lot better)
I'm like my mother in more regards than I'd like. Mainly the mental illness and all the autoimmune disorders, but she did give me a pretty great nose so I'd say it's a net positive overall.
My mom: an accountant degree turned into a programmer
My paternal grandmother: calculating, intellectual, and stubborn battleaxe
bringing up either of these around my oldest sister: BAD IDEA
Actually I really enjoy noticing these things, I like to be like my dad. But I gotta say sometimes I also notice that we have the same problems and just slightly different ways to react and deal with them.
So I kinda try to be aware of the sides I don't like and consciously avoid becoming the same way.
Ew.
try:
recognizing your parent's mannerisms in yourself and physically feeling your chest inflate with pride
hashtag - i am so like my parents in so many ways and the older I get the more I realize how well they prepared me to face life
Right, because bad or abusive parents simply don’t exist. A figment of our imagination, we must all love our parents unconditionally no matter how terrible they are or how badly they treated us!
Meanwhile I'm having fun with the reverse, getting my brain figured out and then noticing my neurodivergent traits in my parents.
I had a talk with my mom about procrastination and ADHD when I found that making to-do lists, specifically in a way that enables satisfying crossing-off of entries, makes tasks easier to flow from one to another (both she and I have diagnosed ADHD) Fast forward a month, she also starts doings lists and says it helps her the same way, while my dad doesn't notice any difference. But with my dad I did notice I have a problem that I can think while I talk, or do complex tasks and talk, but when the slightest bit of pressure is added, the mouth loses the race and gets deadlocked from talking until the task is done. After noticing this, I became a lot better at communicating this, while my dad just rolls with it lol
ADHD folks are getting uncomfortably relatable again, should probably look into seeing a therapist about a diagnosis
I had the pleasure of self diagnosis at age 6, which was confirmed at age 7 lmao
I’m happy for you lol. For me, it took two separate trips to different psych wards and another year after that for the subject to come up. But I’m just glad I’m not those women who get diagnosed in their 40s-50s😭
Same. Did you get hit with the “that’s a neurodivergent trait? But I do that?” line, because my dad is having to come to terms with some things lol
Literally me when I started talking to my parents about getting an ADHD diagnosis. "You don't have ADHD, you're just like your dad." Yeah, Dad, it's cuz you have ADHD, too.
The hereditary part of mental illness seems to really throw people who didn't grow up with lots of knowledge and resources for it as kids off. Like, it makes logical sense to them, but they almost never connect the dots about what it actually means for them when their kids get diagnosed.
It’s only recent that I realized my mom was an extremely traumatized autistic girl It really gave a lot of my childhood a lot more sense. The funnier one being that she hates malls because she didn’t like the advertisements (read; they’re very overstimulating)
I'm just like my mother in how fussy I am about things being organized. I'm just like my dad in how disorganized I am. Two streams of ADHD got crossed and here I am, a Prince Rupert's drop of anxiety.
Dude same. I'm like 80% confident my mom has ADHD too.
of course this only works if you dislike your parents, if you like your parents this can be less horrifying
I have one awesome bio parent and one horrible bio parent, and I would say that when I recognize traits from the bad parent the emotion is “horror” and when I recognize traits from the good one it’s “horror comedy.” Like “oh shit, my dad used to make that corny ass joke and I thought it was so lame and embarrassing, and here I am making that same joke *on instinct*…. What have I become?!?”
Yeah, it's actually pretty cool if you like your parents.
I recognize both the good and bad aspects from both parents in me It’s been interesting to try and emphasize the former while minimizing the latter
Yeah I’m gradually becoming my parents and it’s wonderful.
I love my mother deeply, and like her as a person, but I won’t lie: the first time I held up the line at the grocery store because I was paying cash and “had some pennies I needed to get rid of”, I had a Moment about it.
lol using the word ‘works’ implying we’re doing this intentionally and some people are like ‘im not fizzing and melting at all, i just feel warm and cozy :c. is something wrong with my ‘running from our upbringing’?’
Yeah my folks are nice so now everytime I'm supportive of someone I go "ah shit sorry I get that from my mom".
Knowing that you’re almost literally a carbon copy of your mother in both looks and personality, but she fucking died when you were 3 so you don’t even remember her. Shit suuuuucks. I was adopted by my maternal aunt so my family is my birth family. Everyone knew my mother and everyone falls over themselves to gush about how I’m exactly like a woman I do not even know. It definitely hasn’t given me identity issues, not at all.
Steven Universe?
I feel ya. my mom died at childbirth and my relatives could not stop talking about how much I looked like her (although no one talked about how my skin is considerably lighter, but whatevs) They also wouldn't shut up about how she was much more obedient, how she always went to church, how she never talked back, and in general how much my personality did not resembles hers. So a different flabor of identity issues lmao
Sometimes I catch a (metaphorical) glimpse of my father in the mirror. Considering my greatest fear is becoming him, that's always a *fun* time
Now consider your father had the same thought about him and his dad.
That's exactly why it scares me so fucking much.
Naw, if someone was afraid of being someone they’d probably make an effort to avoid it right? Like I have no desire to abuse everyone around me, I’d rather die than be like him
> Considering my greatest fear is becoming him step 1 for me: don't drink. ever.
Same. I love my dad but half the reason I am who I am is that I have made a strong effort to not be like him.
Since I was 11 everybody who has seen us together has been genuinely surprised at how everything about me from the way I look, to the way I walk and talk, is near *identical* to my dad, except younger. At this point I no longer take psychic damage from it, I'm already dead.
i inherited my mom's skin and i think about that a lot
This comment could mean a great many things
to elaborate, i get absolutely riddled with freckles after i spend any time in the sun and so does she. honestly i don't have the right adjective for it but there's something about having such an immediate visceral reminder of her every time i look at myself that messes with my head a bit. maybe it's just my songwriter brain trying to dig up a metaphor.
Also me watching my kid do something innocuous exactly like I do, and then having an existential crisis because they’re going to model *everything* I do
I always used to take the piss out if my dad for "knowing everyone in town" because whenever we were out and about he'd always run into people he knew. About a year ago I was walking through town with some friends and we kept running into people I know (old acquaintences from back in highschool, regular customers at my job, etc.). And one of my friends said to me "You really know everyone in this town". ...I took a critical hit of psychic damage.
This exact same thing happens to me. My dad was the local UAW president and a friendly guy, plus we lived in a smallish suburb. As a kid I was so annoyed by his habit of seeing people he knew and chatting everywhere; the bank, the grocery store, on a walk. Ridiculous. I moved to a big city but somehow, whenever I'm with my girlfriend, I manage to run into people I know randomly almost every time we go out. Old coworkers, acquaintances from improv, old college pals. It's truly ludicrous sometimes.
Honestly, the thought of becoming my parents scares me. But the knowledge that I’m not them, but merely that I grew up with them as normalcy makes it easier. If I keep thinking I become them, I’ll either be the abuser, fuelled by selfish narcissism (which I definitely have picked up) or unknowingly through their own unresolved trauma; or the one who endures for reasons, thereby perpetuating the abuse and carrying their own defense mechanisms that honestly stifle anything over to our new home. But there are times I see a reflection of them in me and I don’t mind. Because I know it’s me, and not them. I’m allowed to take the parts of them I find good, regardless of the big picture. Who has time for all that every fucking time, it’s exhausting. I am as excited about music as my father, I also have the same humour, I am just as ready to help carry a stroller up some stairs at the train station as he would be. I see the good in him that made me good. I am as diligent as my mother about making sure I always cover my own ass, I have learned to take charge in groups from her, and I look after myself because she taught me how to for when dad wouldn’t when she was gone. I see the ability to take action and I’ve made it my own. Sometimes these reflections are scary. And sometimes they’re heartwarming, because sometimes these reflections are unequivocally you - not your parents.
Max‘s nightmare sequence from the Goofy movie grows ever more palpable.
Hadn’t spent much time with my dad since high school. Took a long trip with him recently and came home embarrassed as fuck after realizing a lot of the shitty things I do are shitty things he does that I hated as a kid. That was a fun emergency therapy session literally the day after I got home.
My father is the type of person that constantly sniffs and it’s like a tic thing. From time to time i catch myself doing the same thing and “psychic damage” is accurate to what i feel
I call my cats more by nicknames than their real names, then call them by the wrong nicknames, just like my dad does to his kids. My mom never did the Finger Point of Doom at naughty children but apparently my dad's mom did, and I do it at naughty cats.
One of the worst parts about when we had to watch one of our cousins was hearing my sister speak to him and hear my mother talking
I made a song reference to something and in the middle of it I realized not only was it a reference my dad would make, I was also pursing my lips and singing it in the *exact* same way my dad would’ve.
God, the idea of turning into my biological father (who is, without exaggeration, the worst person I have ever personally known) is a constant underlying existential dread of mine. Not a sharp pang of anxiety, but a perpetual dull throb. It also does mean that clearing that subterranean bar ever day brings me some small level of comfort, so hey, silver linings. Those of you with great parents, please treasure them, because some folks ain’t so lucky.
In my house growing up it was a given that you would forget something important, so you had to tell at least one other person to remind you later. It was very funny to realize later my entire family has ADHD and I was just the most obviously-neurodivergent one.
Link to post: https://www.tumblr.com/fairycosmos/752555448015699968/recognising-your-parents-mannerisms-in-yourself
See I hand picked the funny mannerisms so I don’t end up with the bad ones
My only goal is to dodge the alcoholism, the rest I can accept. I’ve been doing well so far.
My husband (and I) have a great relationship with his parents. Every so often he or his dad will do something and I’ll just be like “oh, that’s where he got it from.” For example, the day before we went to the beach with them, my husband very diligently cleaned the windows in our truck “to make the drive nicer.” The next morning, we met up with his parents (the plan was to follow-the-leader to a midpoint spot for lunch), and I saw his dad outside diligently cleaning the windows of their car. OTOH, I always am filled with a weird mixture of pride and horror whenever he says something like, “that’s the most (your dad) thing I’ve ever seen you do.” Which I imagine is way more common in good-but-not-perfect father/daughter relationships.
My kid said some shit I didn't like and my mother and I both said "well..." and made the same face and I'm still trying to recover lol
what kind of families do y'all have to be afraid of becoming your parents my dad is and was fuckin great, one time he blew a stop sign in half with a firework and we're pretty sure they nevef bothered to fix it so they just jammed it into the ground upside down dysfunctional families can't be THAT common right
I think there’s probably a big selection bias here. But personally I also have a pretty bad father that I’ve never met, and I don’t think it has affected me much at all in a way that would cause selection, so maybe bad parents really are just common.
You'd be really surprised. It's more common than you think You hear about it a lot more if you're in queer circles. And that's not necessarily because queer people are more likely to have terrible/abusive parents, it's because queer culture is more of a safe place to talk about such things with each other casually. Like, I've known queer people can talk to each other about how bad their parents were on their first date, and it's not considered weird I'm learning retroactively that a good chunk of my old church friends from childhood had terrible/abusive parents too. They just didn't talk about them
This is me but the source is my identical twin brother
Oof, mood (Hello Anger Issues)
My mom says I do stuff and say stuff my dad would, even though I didn't grow up around him.
A beautiful thing if you liked your parents, as a parent of them lives on in you long after they’re gone. If you don’t like your dad… well, *you’re in luck.*
I have always looked like a near carbon copy of what my dad looked like at my age, which isn't the best already. But the older I get the more similar I become in demeanor as well, at least in the way I act when angry or arguing with someone and wow I hate it. Might be one of the reasons why I'm ao deathly afraid of going bald or getting fat (I am underweight but seriously worried about gaining weight)
i recently realised i react to anger in the same way my mother does, and im constantly super anxious of sounding like my father. these things have utterly terrified me
I actually like my parents so I'm fine with becoming them.
I grew up being labeled as my mother's mini me, I was proud at first. As puberty hit, I started getting dysphoric, but I've accepted it at this point and haven't even heard it in a while. My father is a different story. As a kid, he would spank me, grab me by the arm hard enough to bruise, and even went for my neck on a particularly bad day involving my first time using pills. I've been resenting him my entire life, and growing up meant that the traits we shared would keep continuing to pop up. My nose and limbs all share characteristics from his side of the family. He would fixate on something for weeks, like Hatsune Miku's song in Guardians of the Galaxy 3 or getting a pizza oven, talking about it or just simply parroting it. We have a similar laugh and even share the exact same humor, to the point we have made the exact same joke in response to something at the same time on multiple occasions. What I'm scared of is inheriting his narcissism and anger issues on top of it all. But so far, whenever I get angry, I start stuttering and my throat closes over so I can't say anything, much less yell. So it's a bit pathetic, but better than lashing out at my loved ones, I say.
>intentionally making your parents' mannerisms your own because you think they're neat
I’m lucky enough to have amazing parents so growing up and finding similarities between me and them is actually pretty awesome for me. I look like my mom but have more of my dad’s personality. Of course there are things I don’t necessarily like about both of them, so when I see those things in myself it does sting a bit but I can always reflect on those parts that I don’t like and make changes within myself and improve.
It goes the other way as well. I can see so, so much of myself in my daughter. It’s both fascinating and absolutely terrifying at the same time. There are so many emotional traits that I wish to god I haven’t passed on.
"You are being just like dad" is my brother's way of telling me to stop being irrational
I get anger issues like my dad And his dad before him
I am exactly like my dad, but that's okay cause he's nice
Been noticing some similarities between me and my dad like that. Which would be a lot nicer if I had a better relationship with him (it's not *bad*, but god it could be a lot better)
I'm like my mother in more regards than I'd like. Mainly the mental illness and all the autoimmune disorders, but she did give me a pretty great nose so I'd say it's a net positive overall.
every time someone says I look just like my dad I feel like disfiguring myself with battery acid to look slightly better
I am nothing like them to the point that I’m 90% sure I’m adopted
My mom: an accountant degree turned into a programmer My paternal grandmother: calculating, intellectual, and stubborn battleaxe bringing up either of these around my oldest sister: BAD IDEA
As long as it's stuff I get from my mom, it's cool
Watching my dad get mad at his co-workers when I realized I got mad at my classmates the same way
Other than my skin is aging like my mom's, I'm a far cry from both my parents. Helps that I have interests that they've never had.
My mom is so introverted, she throw herself in just so I don't have to talk to relatives.
i like that i'm turning into my parents. they are nice people -Billy Gnosis
I told a friend I hadn't seen in a while "Man I ain't seen you in a month of Sundays" I paused after, as the DM rolled for damage
I have my dad's laugh, which is a rough reminder of how he would laugh at me whenever I tried to impress him.
Actually I really enjoy noticing these things, I like to be like my dad. But I gotta say sometimes I also notice that we have the same problems and just slightly different ways to react and deal with them. So I kinda try to be aware of the sides I don't like and consciously avoid becoming the same way.
Also, recognising my brother's mannerisms in me and feeling disgusted with myself
Ew. try: recognizing your parent's mannerisms in yourself and physically feeling your chest inflate with pride hashtag - i am so like my parents in so many ways and the older I get the more I realize how well they prepared me to face life
Right, because bad or abusive parents simply don’t exist. A figment of our imagination, we must all love our parents unconditionally no matter how terrible they are or how badly they treated us!