AmanSilvers
normal guy
- Mar 3, 2026
- 13
Just a note before this to say I am starting therapy soon so I haven't yet had a chance to talk about this in the proper environment.
and for anyone who has seen my previous posts, I got rejected for the job but I'm not surprised or bothered by it
This topic has always felt embarrassing to me. It feels excessive to say that my parents neglected me as a child, but the more I think about it, the more likely it seems.
While there are lots of potential examples from my childhood, there is one that stands out to me:
I was about 10 years old and had gotten into the car with my mother when she noticed the unmistakable scars on my wrists. Her response to me read as only mild concern. She suggested that I write in a diary instead of cutting myself. I shrank back into my seat, and said I would. Of course I didn't. I kept slicing away. My mom never even suggested that I get professional help or anything even close.
To me as a child, this felt like success. To me as an adult, I am utterly horrified. I can understand her initial reaction, to not be sure what to say or do, but to then never do anything more? I am in my early 20s, so it's not like information was sparse.
I had interactions with my siblings and classmates where they seemed more concerned than my mother ever did.
I desperately wish that I could go back in time and somehow get my kid self into therapy with someone good. I think if that sort of care was taken when the signs were abundantly clear, then I would not find myself on this website today.
If you have any thoughts or stories of your own, I'd love to hear them.
and for anyone who has seen my previous posts, I got rejected for the job but I'm not surprised or bothered by it
This topic has always felt embarrassing to me. It feels excessive to say that my parents neglected me as a child, but the more I think about it, the more likely it seems.
While there are lots of potential examples from my childhood, there is one that stands out to me:
I was about 10 years old and had gotten into the car with my mother when she noticed the unmistakable scars on my wrists. Her response to me read as only mild concern. She suggested that I write in a diary instead of cutting myself. I shrank back into my seat, and said I would. Of course I didn't. I kept slicing away. My mom never even suggested that I get professional help or anything even close.
To me as a child, this felt like success. To me as an adult, I am utterly horrified. I can understand her initial reaction, to not be sure what to say or do, but to then never do anything more? I am in my early 20s, so it's not like information was sparse.
I had interactions with my siblings and classmates where they seemed more concerned than my mother ever did.
I desperately wish that I could go back in time and somehow get my kid self into therapy with someone good. I think if that sort of care was taken when the signs were abundantly clear, then I would not find myself on this website today.
If you have any thoughts or stories of your own, I'd love to hear them.
