this post was submitted on 18 Apr 2025
1136 points (94.4% liked)
People Twitter
6829 readers
861 users here now
People tweeting stuff. We allow tweets from anyone.
RULES:
- Mark NSFW content.
- No doxxing people.
- Must be a pic of the tweet or similar. No direct links to the tweet.
- No bullying or international politcs
- Be excellent to each other.
- Provide an archived link to the tweet (or similar) being shown if it's a major figure or a politician.
founded 2 years ago
MODERATORS
you are viewing a single comment's thread
view the rest of the comments
view the rest of the comments
I don't know psyop, but a cultural norm to say "when your 18 you're out".
From the age of 12 on, not only did my parent say this habitually, they also stopped parenting completely.
It was a common theme of rejection in my house. I could have been the perfect kid, and tried, but I'd still here "you're gone when your 18". Never mind I didn't even graduate Highschool until I had been 18 for a few months- it was habitual rejection all through my teens, and to me, sounded like, I'm done parenting you and I don't want you in my life past the years the government madates I take care of you.
Shit hurts. My husband's parents weren't like that, some of my friends were, some of my friends weren't. You can tell who's doing better now, and it's not the kids who were told they were out at 18.
If you don't intend to help your young adult children through their early start, especially today when it's so hard, don't bother having children.
To add, I got kidnapped once by a mentally ill "friend" off their meds when I was 20 years old. At 6:00 in the morning I was able to make it to my mother's door. When I knocked, she said I needed to deal with the consequences of my actions, And she didn't want to deal with this. So I had to get back into this person's car. My mother rejected me and my plea for help. I had just asked to stay at her house until the first bus ran to go home because I was in trouble. She said no and slammed the door in my face. I got back in the car, and a few hours later, I had no idea where we were. The man stopped stopping at stop signs because I kept trying to jump out. He locked me in the car. Eventually I was able to escape, and the police were called, and I couldn't call my mother for help. I will never do that to my children. Her consequences for her actions now are 15 years now of no contact.