There was one time when I showed both resilience and communication. At school, I was very hungry and I accidentally grabbed an 8th grader’s lunch. The teacher there was really ticked and told me off about keeping my hands to myself. On normal occasions, I would have snapped “I didn’t know! It’s not like his name is written all over it!” If I snapped at the teacher, I probably would have gotten in trouble… But, instead, I said: “Sorry, it won’t happen again.” Instead of blowing up and using poor communication, I diffused the situation.
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I wished my parents know more about me, my characteristic, my interest. And wished we interacted with each other like we are friends, and explored the world together.
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Of course my parents didn’t tend to our emotional health growing up. They seldom care for their own emotional health! In that generation, most of the men just drink their sorrows away.
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I WISH MY PARENTS HAD PAID ATTENTION TO NOTICE THAT I WAS BEEN BODY SHAMED. Or maybe they did, but just didn’t care or didn’t think it was important.