<oembed><type>rich</type><version>1.0</version><title>alanajoy wrote</title><author_name>alanajoy (npub14x…6428l)</author_name><author_url>https://nostr.now/npub14xu4ykvj5jr2594nc8fln5mqf09q3u7ptdcj6ur3rwdwekxrm3zq86428l</author_url><provider_name>njump</provider_name><provider_url>https://nostr.now</provider_url><html>I grew up in an abusive home, causing me to be placed in foster care and group homes at various points of my childhood. From the earliest years I learned that I could not count on my mother, the system, or anyone else to save me.&#xA;&#xA;I refused to stay in either environment until turning 18. I got legally emancipated as a teenager, which is not exactly easy or common. Looking back, I still have no idea where I got the strength to do this. I had zero self esteem and despite how smart I might have been I was still just a child. I just knew that I’d be destroyed if I didn’t seize control over my life. So I did. &#xA;&#xA;I saved myself.&#xA;&#xA;I never had the luxury as a girl to consider whether I wanted to be a traditional woman or a working woman. I’m truly not sure what path I’d have chosen for myself if not for my circumstances. I just did what I somehow instinctively knew I had to to survive.&#xA;&#xA;Nothing has been handed to me, ever. I started off with so many disadvantages, yet never have I ever let them define me or limit my potential. There are so many things I experienced and saw that shaped me, some even misshaped me. At the same time this gave me a heightened awareness of certain truths that some people never awaken to. &#xA;&#xA;I chose to be responsible for myself when I had no idea what that would even really mean. I worked harder for every step, weighted down by the burden of my situation. Over years, decades of time… I have worked to try to identify red flags in myself and others, because when you grow up surrounded by red flags as an adult they just look like… flags.&#xA;&#xA;There are survival mechanisms I created to protect myself and get through what I endured that I’ve seen no longer serve me well as an adult. I really do my best to resolve those things, and I have truly seen myself grow profoundly over time. There are things I will always have to work on consciously too. Healing work can never undo trauma, but it can give you awareness and skills to overcome the symptoms of trauma. I still struggle with cptsd, mainly when in circumstances that parallel the abuse I experienced. &#xA;&#xA;My circumstances also instilled in me inherent feelings of not being good enough, deserving, lovable. They’ve left me with a constant mellow sense of shame around things that were not even at all my fault. These insecurities cause me to show up as a naive people pleaser in situations where I&#39;m emotionally vulnerable. It&#39;s an unfortunate truth that this desperation for being truly loved and accepted makes me an ideal target for exploitative people.&#xA;&#xA;As an adult, there are so many ways my beginnings have made me a strong, direct, brassy person. There is also a very weak, vulnerable, pathetic side of me that is dumb as fuck about certain things.&#xA;&#xA;All this said, it was my proven resilience that gave me the strength to be a mother on my own. I knew I would do anything and everything it took to raise her with all the love, protection, and validation I never had. From the day I found out I was pregnant there was never a question as to whether or not I would keep her or could do it on my own. I always knew I wanted to be a mother, and when I look at this incredible, whip smart and witty, friendly and curious, kind and loving child I know that for all my flaws and hangups… I&#39;m doing an amazing job.&#xA;&#xA;You never know someone&#39;s story until you really know them. I&#39;ve taken things that break people, statistically, and turned them (mostly), into gifts. None of us are infallible, but I am proud of who I am. &#xA;&#xA;Be careful how you judge people you don’t really know.</html></oembed>