a villain that became a villain not because they seek vengeance or crave power but because villains always have better one-liners, outfits, and musical numbers
If I text you first, you better appreciate that shit because I don’t do it for just anyone.
Earlier today, I served as the “young woman’s voice” in a panel of local experts at a Girl Scouts speaking event. One question for the panel was something to the effect of, "Should parents read their daughter’s texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?"
I was surprised when the first panelist answered the question as if it were about cyberbullying. The adult audience nodded sagely as she spoke about the importance of protecting children online.
I reached for the microphone next. I said, “As far as reading your child’s texts or logging into their social media profiles, I would say 99.9% of the time, do not do that.”
Looks of total shock answered me. I actually saw heads jerk back in surprise. Even some of my fellow panelists blinked.
Everyone stared as I explained that going behind a child’s back in such a way severs the bond of trust with the parent. When I said, “This is the most effective way to ensure that your child never tells you anything,” it was like I’d delivered a revelation.
It’s easy to talk about the disconnect between the old and the young, but I don’t think I’d ever been so slapped in the face by the reality of it. It was clear that for most of the parents I spoke to, the idea of such actions as a violation had never occurred to them at all.
It alarms me how quickly adults forget that children are people.
Apparently people are rediscovering this post somehow and I think that’s pretty cool! Having experienced similar violations of trust in my youth, this is an important issue to me, so I want to add my personal story:
Around age 13, I tried to express to my mother that I thought I might have clinical depression, and she snapped at me “not to joke about things like that.” I stopped telling my mother when I felt depressed.
Around age 15, I caught my mother reading my diary. She confessed that any time she saw me write in my diary, she would sneak into my room and read it, because I only wrote when I was upset. I stopped keeping a diary.
Around age 18, I had an emotional breakdown while on vacation because I didn’t want to go to college. I ended up seeing a therapist for - surprise surprise - depression.
Around age 21, I spoke on this panel with my mother in the audience, and afterwards I mentioned the diary incident to her with respect to this particular Q&A. Her eyes welled up, and she said, “You know I read those because I was worried you were depressed and going to hurt yourself, right?”
TL;DR: When you invade your child’s privacy, you communicate three things:
- You do not respect their rights as an individual.
- You do not trust them to navigate problems or seek help on their own.
- You probably haven’t been listening to them.
Information about almost every issue that you think you have to snoop for can probably be obtained by communicating with and listening to your child.
My parents outed me after reading emails I had sent to a friend talking about a girl I had a crush on. They saw that I had forgotten to log out and they started prying. You think I trust them with ANYTHING important now? I have a therapist now because I HATE the thought of telling them anything about my self harm or my anxiety. Nowadays it’s mostly out of spite; my mom will break down and say that I can share things with her and my dad gets mad when I say that I don’t want to quit therapy. But I remind myself about that day constantly, and I remember how they couldn’t (or refused to) understand how what they did was so completely wrong. Maybe I’m being unreasonable and immature but hey, they were, first.
Simple brush over today. (Someone asked if they could see the back, nothing special.)
Also, the light in my bathroom makes my hair look about 5x redder than it really is.
we’re bros. we ride together. we die together. sometimes we suck each other’s dicks. usually we just play video games though
We're alike you and I. Except you're boring.
more petstuck shaming :3c
if hell is on fire and shit all the time wouldn’t summoned demons be cold on earth and need to wear sweaters and stuff
so yeah schools coming up and that sucks but you know what else is coming up? ugly sweaters and scarves and PUMPKIN SPICE LATTES AND HALLOWEEN AND CUDDLING BECAUSE ITS COLD AND FALL LEAVES AND HIKING IN THE BRISK AIR AND THEN AFTER THAT SNOW AND HOT COCOA AND MALLS DECORATED FOR HOLIDAYS AND FRICK SCHOOL ALL OF THIS IS WORTH IT WOWIE
I like how glasses suggest intelligence instead of broken eyes
i just love rereading homestuck sometimes, just look
equius tells nepeta to not do something, she ignores it and plans to do it anyway, and karkat commands her to keep doing it as long as its the opposite of what equius wants
karkat and nepeta being conspiring assholes against equius is my favorite
tagging nsfw is hilarious like it’s just like you’re in a room with a shitload of people and you shout PORN and then some people cover their eyes and others stare at you in anticipation