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So basically pure projection.

 I know this, because I’ve been there. I know what it feels like to have your world shattered by someone you trusted, to be made to feel like you’re not good enough, like you’re invisible. I know what it’s like to feel abandoned, like you’re always on the outside looking in, wondering why no one sees you for who you really are.

You hide behind your stories of survival, telling us how you’ve been through things that no one could understand. But I’m not fooled. The truth is, you’ve been lying to us all, pretending you’ve faced horrors you never did, using them to distract us from what really matters. And the truth that you can’t face, the one you keep running from, is this: you’ve been running from your real trauma—your mother, and the way she destroyed you. The real reason you can’t be honest with anyone, and especially with yourself, is that she made you feel worthless, like you were never enough. You can’t face that. Instead, you tell us other stories, bigger stories, ones that let you play the hero, the survivor, when deep down, you’re just a scared little boy trying to prove you’re worthy of something you’ve never gotten—love and acceptance.

But I see it. I see the cracks. And I see that you do the same thing to others that she did to you—you scream, you belittle, you manipulate because that’s what you were taught: that if you can make people fear you, if you can control them, they’ll respect you. It’s just like how your mother did to you, how she made you feel small, and how she made you believe you weren’t worth anything unless you earned her approval. That’s what you’ve become—someone who hurts others because you were taught that love and respect are only earned through fear.

I know what it’s like to feel abandoned. I know what it’s like to have someone tell you that you don’t matter, that you’re not worth anything, that you don’t deserve love. I’ve been through it. My own experiences left me with PTSD, and I’ve been struggling to survive every day. But here’s where it’s different: I sure as hell didn’t try to make everyone around me feel the way I did. I tried to tutor other students and be light for them even when they hurt me. You’re not always doing exactly that. You’re still trying to control people, to break them down because that’s what was done to you. But here’s the truth: You’re not in control anymore. The stories you tell, the anger you throw at us, it’s all just a defense mechanism. It’s easier to push people down than to face the parts of yourself you don’t want to acknowledge.

You want to talk about trauma? Let’s talk about it. You keep claiming that you’ve survived things that no one else could, but the truth is, the thing that’s really eating you alive is the fact that you can’t face your own past. You can’t face the fact that you were abandoned, hurt, and manipulated by the one person who should’ve loved you unconditionally. And because you refuse to face that pain, you take it out on everyone around you. You don’t have power, you have fear. And you’re too scared to face the reality of who you are.

So here’s the thing: I see what you’re doing. I see how you manipulate us with your anger, how you demand respect, how you twist the truth to make yourself the victim, to make yourself seem like you’re stronger than you are. But I also see how much of you is still that scared little boy, the one who couldn’t fix what his mother broke. You’re not fooling anyone anymore, and the only person you’re hurting now is yourself.

I know it’s not easy to face your past, to admit what really happened, to let go of the false stories you’ve been telling yourself. But until you do, you’ll keep making the same mistakes, you’ll keep trying to control people and manipulate them into respecting you, but you’ll never actually find peace. You can’t heal if you’re too busy lying about your wounds.

And I get it. I understand why you do it. I understand what it’s like to be scared, to feel abandoned and unseen. I’ve been there, and I know how easy it is to lash out and try to force people to respect you because you never got that respect when you needed it most. But you need to stop. You need to stop taking out your pain on others, stop trying to control us with fear, and start confronting the truth: that your real trauma isn’t the stuff you talk about in class. It’s the way your mother left you broken.

It’s your choice. You can keep hiding behind the lies, or you can face the truth. But you need to make a decision, because the lies are destroying you. And if you don’t deal with your own pain, you’re just going to keep making everyone else feel the same way you did when you were growing up—worthless, invisible, and small.

Dragoonback said: 

So basically pure projection.

 It’s not projection because I’m not trying to blame him for my own issues. I’m pointing out how his behavior—like the manipulation and control—is rooted in his own unresolved trauma, especially from his mom. I’m not saying he’s doing it because of my experiences, but because of his own pain that he refuses to face. I’m aware of my own struggles, but I’m also recognizing how his actions are harmful and that he’s using his own unresolved stuff to hurt others. It’s more about understanding his patterns and how they affect everyone around him. Yes, there are some overlaps here but I am a lot more self aware than he is. On top of it he would lie about being through a lot of things when in actuality sadly the shit that happened to me did happen and it did shatter me and sometimes I can still be a weak little bitch because of it. Also I don't bully people half my age into attempting suicide. 

You are a very manipulative person and it's obvious.

Dragoonback said: 

You are a very manipulative person and it's obvious.

 says someone who got upset with me for getting cps to take a mans kids from him when he was raping his own daughter

(not my teacher he's not a rapist, someone else

My mum never kicked me. You might have been a nicer person if your mum was nice, at least for a while. Not all mums are junkie hos