Today’s been a good day. I say this with the wholehearted knowledge that my life will be very different and yet all too familiar at the same time.
Finally had a proper conversation with my parents since I was alive.
No more hiding. No more “negative peace”.
I told them how I felt. How they treated me throughout my childhood and teenager years. The religious trauma. The corporal punishments.
My dad’s a tougher nut to crack but I think in the end he understood and respected my feelings. It feels like a whole chapter of my life just closed in an instant. Just from one talk.
I know that may be the optimist in me speaking but I think I can finally slowly move away from the past and look forward to the future.
I can finally be at peace knowing that my relationship with the family is finally moving to something I can be happy with.
13 year old me would have not imagined this day whatsoever.
My friend joked that this isn’t how “normal” Asian parents would have reacted. Well I wouldn’t know, my experience is that everyone’s parents are different. We won’t know until we try.
I guess I did live up to my childhood name after all - “the destroyer”. To ashes the trauma burns, and in the soot a new tree sprouts.
Funny that this had to take place on October 7. I guess I can say many good things have happened on this date.
They can speak and understand Hindi/Urdu and Tamil.
Read and speak Standard Chinese, Malay and English.
They said it’s normal in their country.
I have a close friend that can speak 5 languages (most major Asian languages + English) while I am out here struggling with 2.
They are way too OP on geoguessr
I just wish they handle their trauma with their own community and not air their dirty laundry to get White sympathy points.