{"id":885,"date":"2005-02-03T17:55:00","date_gmt":"2005-02-03T17:55:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jeffreyatw.wordpress.com\/2005\/02\/03\/this-is-about-me\/"},"modified":"2005-02-03T17:55:00","modified_gmt":"2005-02-03T17:55:00","slug":"this-is-about-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jeffreyatw.com\/blog\/2005\/02\/this-is-about-me\/","title":{"rendered":"This is about me."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I&#8217;m feeling happy, it&#8217;s easiest to put me in a bad mood. I&#8217;m not angry or anything, but I&#8217;m just pretty affected by what I learned in Human Sexuality today &#8211;<br \/>\nWe&#8217;re learning about love right now, and today&#8217;s topic was about attitudes toward relationships and the gender of affection, based on the influences of parents at an early age. I&#8217;ve thought of this a bit, but what I learned today made it really clear to me &#8211; my take on relationships has been greatly affected by how my parents acted when I was young.<br \/>\nI see it this way &#8211; as a kid up to age 5, my parents were loving, and I spent a lot of time with both of them. I picked up a lot of their traits. I grew attached to both of them.<br \/>\nWhat I learned in class today was that kids age 5 to 7 are affected most by divorce&#8230; and my parents divorced at 6. Before their breakup, I can&#8217;t remember any tiffs between them &#8211; they seemed like a loving couple, and they showered me with affection. So I can see how that sort of sudden realization can really break a kid.<br \/>\nSo, self-esteem shot to hell, my parents moved away from each other, and I was left with my mom. Who, of course at that time, I loved with all my heart. She was my freaking mother. She could do no wrong. And I was determined to try my hardest to please this perfect symbol of caring and warmth in my life.<br \/>\nWhen I found that no matter what I did to please my mom, there was always yelling and rejection, I became worried, and timid. I mean, I knew I must have been doing something wrong to make my mom angry at me like this. It made me feel bad about other things. I didn&#8217;t want to get into relationships, for example: I was scared of having girlfriends because I thought it&#8217;d turn out the same way. I&#8217;d try to make them happy, something would go wrong, and it&#8217;d destroy my self-confidence. I didn&#8217;t want that to happen, so I found that I was pretty happy just being with friends.<br \/>\nSoon, when I was able to find out that my mom wasn&#8217;t a perfect individual, well &#8211; a lot of damage had already been done, but removing myself from her control (by getting kicked out of her house) seemed to really help, a whole lot. I found myself more eager to get into new things, because I wasn&#8217;t afraid of guilt and reprimanding if I didn&#8217;t follow through.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s why now, even though I&#8217;ve proven that I can be happy and have a full life without getting into things like this, I&#8217;m not too scared to do so. I want to have wild ups and downs; I&#8217;ve been saying this for a while. And today&#8217;s the day that I really experienced that sort of thing&#8230; just hearing about how my parent&#8217;s divorce really did affect me.<br \/>\nAnd then after writing this entry, even more problems are beginning to arise for me. I was sorta pouting in class, but I just had a good weep-a-thon just because I&#8217;m really not feeling appropriately, well, rewarded for what I&#8217;m doing. I&#8217;m reaching out constantly, and getting no reply. It&#8217;s almost worse than getting a negative reply, which is what I had almost gotten used to.<br \/>\nI dunno, I really haven&#8217;t thought this out right now. I&#8217;m going to skip dinner and then attempt some homework&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I&#8217;m feeling happy, it&#8217;s easiest to put me in a bad mood. I&#8217;m not angry or anything, but I&#8217;m just pretty affected by what I learned in Human Sexuality today &#8211; We&#8217;re learning about love right now, and today&#8217;s topic was about attitudes toward relationships and the gender of affection, based on the influences&hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/jeffreyatw.com\/blog\/2005\/02\/this-is-about-me\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">This is about me.<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-885","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeffreyatw.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/885","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeffreyatw.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeffreyatw.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeffreyatw.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeffreyatw.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=885"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jeffreyatw.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/885\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeffreyatw.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=885"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeffreyatw.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=885"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeffreyatw.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=885"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}