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Ksenia Anske

May 19, 2016

I have no space to care for you, I want to care for me.

by Ksenia Anske


Illustration by Maria Gracheva

Illustration by Maria Gracheva

Illustration by Maria Gracheva

Illustration by Maria Gracheva

This is what it comes down to, growing up as a woman, and on top of that growing up in a family that's abusive. You get trained to care for everyone but yourself, and every argument you try to present, every time you try to explain how you feel, gets thrown back in your face, "You don't care for me, look what you're doing to me, you're bringing this on yourself, you're selfish," and on and on and on. Now, the problem with these statements is, they are confusing. When you're a little girl and you feel something and you express it, you're told the purpose of you expressing yourself is not to share the emotions you feel but to adjust to and reflect the emotions of others around you, to suppress what YOU feel in order to sense what THEY feel and to behave accordingly, and if you dare to contradict that and still express yourself, you get blamed for being insensitive and selfish AS THOUGH TO FEEL EMOTIONS IS WRONG. 

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TAGS: Jesus Fucking Christ, it's like my blog is turning into a confessional, more and more shit is coming up, I swear to you, it's all Janna's doing, this book, it's something else, and you're my hero for reading the fucking tags, I love you