My skills and my accomplishment have always been minimized or ridiculed by my father. Today, in my face, he told me that I have no reason to studied psychology. Why? Because I can’t listen to him, therefore I am useless when it comes to helping others.
What he doesn’t understand is that I am tired of him. He is one of the reasons why I feel so dysfunctional. He is an example of the person I do not want to become. He is in denial of all the harm he has ever done and continues to do. He is THE reason I got into psychology (and now child care).
I don’t want children to be handicapped as I feel; deprived of a healthy self-esteem and the skills necessary to be successful in society. He fails to see that I love helping others and that I can, at some level, help them. Am I fully equipped to handle what I aspire to do? No, not yet, but I am trying. His comments are what are slowly killing my soul and why I choose to ignore him.
I am completely biased against him, and him against me. I can’t help him with his issues and he only seems to make mine worse. He refuses to see who he truly is, so I gave up changing him.
So, fuck him and his impulse to tear me down. I will mend the damage done.