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anitaParticipantHello Jana: I was naming something real. If it doesn’t resonate, that’s okay. I’m not here to convince.
Take care, Anita
anitaParticipantHi Debbie:
Your question—“What if my authentic self is someone I don’t like?”—is brave and honest, and I want to honor that.
What parts feel hard to like?
Whose voice taught you that those parts were unworthy?
What would it mean to offer those parts compassion instead of critique?
I will answer these questions as they apply to me, past and present:
(1) “What parts feel hard to like?”- Past: all the parts. Present: The part of me that still tries to get my mother/ others to like me by minimizing myself, disregarding myself, compromising my truth so to please others.
(2) “Whose voice taught you that those parts were unworthy?”- primarily my mother. To a lesser extent: peers in school.
I remember my mother telling me (as she was hitting and shaming me): “The only thing I like about you is that you look down at the floor and you don’t talk back”- She liked my submission, me giving in to her.
Other than liking my submissiveness, she mentioned 2 other things she liked about me: she said I look European and that I was very intelligent and an excellent student in school.
This is it, just these 3 things.
Now, thing is, I really wasn’t very intelligent. I suffered from learning disabilities and it took me many hours to do homework and prepare for tests, only to get on average, C+ grades, and I would forget almost all the material I memorized for tests soon after each test. Also, I do not look European. I look North African.. like my mother.
So 2 of the 3 things she liked about me weren’t true. The submissiveness part she liked- that liking led to a lot of devastation in my life for decades and decades.
In school, I was never part of the “cool kids”. I was the outsider and I believed it was so because I was inferior, defected, unacceptable. Having Tourette’s (motor and vocal tics) didn’t help, to put it mildly.
3) “What would it mean to offer those parts compassion instead of critique?”- I didn’t expect to ask myself this question. My first instinct was to say that I will never, ever like the part of me that still tries to get my mother/ others to like me by minimizing myself, etc., submitting to others, that is. I hate that part!
But then, the question above remains.. It makes sense that I’d need to like all parts of me, including parts I want changed. So, let me try this here (continuing to type as-I-think).. I’ll write a letter to my Submitting Part. I’ll call it SP-
Dear SP:
Thank you for trying so hard to protect me all those years. You knew that her aggression could be deadly. You saw how volatile she got, how rageful.. You heard her threats.. Yes, of course you felt I was in physical danger. So, you did your best for my sake: submit, go belly up.. this way she’d feel she won, she’s on top of me and she’d calm down and let me live.
We’re not there anymore, SP, subject to her aggression, at her mercy. So, you can rest now.. until and if we’re in that position again. I would need you if a situation like that happens again (one where I am completely powerless against an aggressor). Again, thank you so much and rest well. You deserve the rest.
(Letter completed).
I hope something in what I shared above resonates or supports you in your own reflection.
With care, Anita
anitaParticipantNote to all members: My posts reflect my personal experiences and thoughts. They are never directed at or referencing any forum member—except for the original poster, whom I address by name. Unless explicitly stated, my posts are not about or aimed at any individual in this forum. Still, in yet other words: my writing is personal and reflective. It is never intended as commentary on other members. Please honor this boundary.
Hey Jana:
Thank you for your message. I accept your apology and I greatly appreciate your reflection and your willingness to take responsibility for the impact of your words. 🙏 🌷🤍
You asked: “What specifically do you mean about the fake words, Anita?”-
When I mentioned “fake words,” I was actually thinking of something you yourself shared in your earlier threads—about how, in the Czech Republic, people tend to be direct, and how politeness in other countries can feel fake or even rude. That stayed with me. As I was writing my post yesterday, I found myself reflecting on that idea and realizing that I, too, want to be more genuine and direct in my own posts—not rude, just less overly polite. I was referring to myself, not to any member.
In fact, I want to be clear: my posts are rooted in my personal experience. Unless I explicitly name someone, I am not referencing or commenting on any forum member. I write to process, to reflect, and to honor my own truth. That’s the space I’m protecting.
I appreciate your suggestion to take a break and return with a relaxed mind. I’m quite relaxed though 🤗
Again, welcome back, Jana!
Anita
anitaParticipantYou are very welcome, Zenith!
anitaParticipantJana, this is your real name, just like Anita is my real name, ever since birth.
I never forgot you, Jana, because there’s something about you that’s very RAW, something UNIQUELY HONEST.
I learned new things since you were here last. I am more humble.. yet, I know that my humility and vulnerability can be an invitation for these things to be used against me… Perhaps similar to your vulnerability having been used against you?
You know about fake-empathy, fake words.. I know these too now, more than before.
I know the need for words that are raw and honest and true.
If none of this speaks to you.. feel free to not respond to me. I prefer no-response over being attacked where and when I am open, honest, and vulnerable.
Anita
anitaParticipantDo what works for you, Zenith and keep saying “No”, or “I’m not comfortable” with this or that, like you did today.
With care, Anita
anitaParticipantI understand, Zenith. Maybe privately…?
(Using my phone be back to the computer tonight)
anitaParticipantMaybe it will help to confront her right here, in your thread, to imagine you are talking to her and type away whatever comes to mind? (Stream of consciousness journaling kind of thing)?
anitaParticipantWelcome back, Jana (or should I address you as Silver Blue?).
Although you deleted your account some time ago, I never forgot you. I feel nothing but affection for you.
🌸 Anita
anitaParticipantGood to read back from you, Thomas.
“Well, what is the answer to help her? Just listen to her go over and over her story? Show compassion?”- yes. Then maybe, just maybe, she’ll be open for more. If and when she trusts another person with her story.
Anita
anitaParticipantZenith, you’ve come so far — your courage with your manager shows that you can speak up, even when it feels scary. You don’t need to keep replaying the past in your head alone.
If it feels right, you could begin by telling the relevant people things like:
“I’ve stayed silent before to keep peace, but I realize now that it hurt me.”, “When I’m treated differently than my co-sister, it makes me feel small and judged.”, “I want to feel comfortable in my own skin, and I’d appreciate not being commented on.”
Keep your tone calm, like you did with your manager — firm but not confrontational. You’re not asking for permission, just naming what’s no longer okay.
And if you’re not ready to say it face-to-face, even journaling or practicing it aloud can help you anchor your voice.
You’re allowed to be heard, and to protect what brings you peace.
With care, Anita
anitaParticipantJana (Yana), is that you..?
anitaParticipantHello ManagoFandango:
It makes complete sense that you’re feeling uneasy. This isn’t just about money — it’s about emotional dynamics, power, and fairness. You’re trying to protect your relationship, your values, and your family’s dignity, all at once. That’s a lot to carry.
Your instinct to question the gift is wise. When generosity feels like it might come with strings — especially from someone you don’t trust or feel safe with — it’s not just a financial issue, it’s a boundary issue. You’re not being ungrateful; you’re being discerning.
* If your MIL-to-be is the same person you shared about back in December 2022, then it seems likely that this financial gift will come with strings attached.
It’s also deeply thoughtful of you to consider how this might affect your parents and your sister. You’re honoring equity and emotional safety, not just appearances. That’s integrity.
With care, Anita
anitaParticipantDear Zenith:
I hear how overwhelmed and anxious were feeling starting this past weekend — both at home and at work. It makes sense that you’re triggered when it feels like your space, your pace, or your emotional boundaries aren’t being respected. You’re not wrong for feeling hurt, frustrated, or like you want to pull away from people. These feelings are real, and they deserve compassion.
When those anxious thoughts start looping, here are a few mantras you can gently repeat to yourself: “I’m allowed to take up space.”, “My pace is valid.”, “It’s okay to feel hurt. I can still choose how I respond.”, “I am learning. I am growing. I don’t need to compare.”
“I mustered some courage and spoke to my manager…”- Zenith, this is huge! You did something incredibly brave — not just speaking up, but doing it with clarity and self-respect. Setting that boundary, especially when anxiety is loud, takes real strength. You honored your growth, your learning style, and your voice. That’s not small. That’s wisdom in action.
The fact that your manager listened and agreed shows how powerful self-advocacy can be when it’s rooted in truth. You didn’t demand or defend — you simply named what you needed. That’s the kind of boundary-setting that builds trust and respect.
Let this moment remind you:
“I can speak up, even when I’m scared.”
“My needs are valid.”
“Courage doesn’t mean I’m not anxious. It means I act anyway.”
So proud of you for choosing growth over silence. You’re showing up for yourself in all the right ways. Keep going — you’re building something strong.
Sending care your way. Anita
anitaParticipantHi Thomas:
You asked Laven: “Skipping school. Why? What made it so terrible that it was better to miss school than to be in school? Did you have bullies?”-
Laven answered this question on April 29, 2025: “When I entered school, at 5… soon after I was molested inside the bathroom adjoining the classroom by a staff teacher’s assistant — an older man who seemed like the sweet, lovable grandfather type. Soon after that, at 5, I started skipping school.”
You asked: “Not being able to talk to someone to help you?”-
Laven (April 29, 2025): “My mom was dealing with mental health issues such as schizophrenia and raising three kids without support. She was unemployed, had to mind us, in and out sometimes of psychiatric care facilities — and also both brothers due to mental health issues and defiant behaviors.”
You wrote: “Sounded like you had a foster mom who loved you even with all the things you did that probably hurt her.”-
Laven (July 10, 2025): “When I first came to my current foster placement, my foster mom was in her 60s… Within the first year of me being here, I was abused often by her grandson. He would beat me with a belt, say terrible things to me, force me to do things I didn’t want to do… It’s her natural behavior to be argumentative, combative, and blame me for everything.”
Laven (June 26, 2025): “Throughout the rest of my schooling and teen years, life was very overwhelming for me. I couldn’t cope nor function. Foster mom was still verbally abusive and put me down a lot. Her family was as well.”
You asked: “What do you want from this post you made? One post of something bad in your life. Then another and then another and then another. What is it that you wish to get from them?”-
Laven (May 18, 2024): “A lot of times I feel guilty for my feelings towards everything and also sharing. I feel like everything is always my fault and that I deserve everything. I feel embarrassed and humiliated for my feelings… and also my life experiences. I also feel like a bad person and feel like I shouldn’t feel the way that I do… I’ve been minimized my whole life and I’ve learned very early in childhood that I shouldn’t prioritize myself, that everyone else comes first, and that my self, thoughts, feelings, problems, etc.… I’m not important, neither are the things I go through.”
I think, Thomas, that what Laven wants — and deserves — is validation. She needs to be told the truth: That the misfortunes and abuses she suffered at five, six, and beyond were not her fault. That she is not a bad person for having endured a painful life. That her feelings are valid. That she is important. That it’s okay to prioritize herself. That it’s okay for her to come first — for a change.
You wrote: “If one dwells upon the bad things then life is nothing but suffering. There will be nothing but suffering. But, if one stops dwelling upon the second arrow then life can improve.”-
I too used to dwell on the bad things, Thomas — because I lacked validation. Although I told and retold the painful experiences that happened to me, I didn’t fully believe they were real. The minimizing, invalidating, emotionally reversing voices of my mother kept playing in my mind, guilt-tripping and shaming me. I told and retold my stories in a desperate effort to rid myself of the false shame and guilt planted in early years.
This doesn’t mean that a victimized child never harms others. Too often, a true victim becomes someone who victimizes others. But healing is about rescuing the child within from all those false accusations — from the untrue shaming and guilt — and reclaiming that early-life innocence.
Anita
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