……and I’ll grow up to repeat it because it’s all I ever learned from you. I too will believe that others can magically make me do things. It’s not my fault that I hit my little sister. She made mad when she broke my favorite toy. Like YOU made daddy mad when YOU burned dinner last night.
When I’m a bit older, it will be my girlfriend’s fault that she made me so jealous that I hit her after she talked to a boy in her class. She said he only wanted homework notes- but I KNOW she lies because I KNOW what she is thinking.
Now that I’m a man, and supposed to be in charge, my family makes me so mad sometimes. I don’t know which way is up, or down, or who controls who. All I know is that I’m supposed to be in control, but they are making me do these things, which means I’m not really in control and that makes me very, very mad. It’s also because of HER that I drink. I drink because she makes me mad AND jealous. She makes me cheat on her because she never wants to have sex anymore. I wonder constantly if she is cheating because if she doesn’t want to have sex with me, then it must be someone else she is doing it with. Sometimes I hit the kids too because I get frustrated and angry at their constant need for attention and demanding cries. It’s always about them, what they need and want, and I am ignored yet again. I hate that she has to spend so much time worrying about them, when she should be making me happy like mom did with dad.
This is a typical story and mentality for a person who grows up to be domineering and abusive towards others. This is because these people, men and women alike, grow up in abusive homes that have most likely been perpetuated for generations. The time has come for parents to come to terms with their pasts, so that they don’t perpetuate the violence and mental illnesses (magical thinking) onto the next generation of impressionable kids. These abusers all have one thing in common. They have magical thinking disorder and believe others MAKE them feel and act in certain ways. The magical thinking needs to stop at some point, folks. Usually it stops about the time one realizes Santa Claus is really just our parents!
Again- If we are both coming from our own individual feelings of kindness, compassion, and respect for others, how can we go wrong? To want or accept anything else is REAL mental illness .