Anonymous asked: so okay i know you specified lgbtq+ kids who had been kicked out but my parents are really abusive(not. physically or sexually) but. they think they're the best parents but they terrify me and please adopt me you seem like the best oerson
SWEETIE, yes, of course, absolutely, come here. *hugs you* (Although, oh God, I hope I haven’t convinced you that I actually…like…have my shit together at all, I am a flailing pre-med student eyeing senior year with apprehension. BUT I will totally be your Tumblr mom, I will be everyone’s Tumblr mom, come tell me about your day and let me remind you to eat and take care of yourselves.)
And BELIEVE ME, I know the feeling of people who believe they’re just wonderful and just…are not. It’s a very particular kind of terrible, isn’t it? Especially when they have the rest of the world convinced, and then turn around and are emotionally (or otherwise) abusive to you. You are tough as nails for dealing, I am so proud of you, I am so proud of you, God. Just…you’ll live through this, sweetie, you really will, and it’ll be hard and it’ll be awful and it’ll be terrible and then one day it’ll be over, okay? And just…it’s not about being all right every day, about magically being fine as soon as it’s over. It’s not. It’s about surviving. And then someday you’re going to blink and look up and realize that you’ve had more good days than bad and that you’re more at ease in your skin and that you’re better. I am not fixed, I am not fine, sometimes I still have to bite down a panic attack when I have to talk to my grandmother or a scream when my grandfather starts talking about ‘well, medicine is awfully competitive, I just hope you know what you’re getting into, it can be rough on women, you know’ and spirals into cruel remarks. But I’m better. I really am. It’s really possible. And you’re gonna make it through this, sweetie, you really are, and I’m so proud of you for making it this far.
You are now my Tumblr child, feel free to either come off anon or come back on anon and just identify yourself. (If there are more of you I’ll start handing out nicknames. Greek letters or something, if you don’t want to come off anon.)
All right, drink some water, make sure you’ve had something to eat, get sleep, take care of yourself. Moran decrees it.
