On the Origins of Bullying | Clarissa's Blog
My parents didn’t belittle my emotions, although they were inclined to demean, dismiss and undermine my intellect. That was an entirely different thing. It made me confused about a great number of my perceptions. Rather than dismiss my perceptions, as I’d been taught to do, I began to make a project of recording the phenomenology of my everyday experiences — which was how my writing started.
And what really pisses me off is I did this to redeem myself, to restore my sense of my own experiences in order to stop myself from going crazy — and then people distort that, according to their ideologies of ego and the individual, and make it out to be something it wasn’t.
My parents didn’t belittle my emotions, although they were inclined to demean, dismiss and undermine my intellect. That was an entirely different thing. It made me confused about a great number of my perceptions. Rather than dismiss my perceptions, as I’d been taught to do, I began to make a project of recording the phenomenology of my everyday experiences — which was how my writing started.
And what really pisses me off is I did this to redeem myself, to restore my sense of my own experiences in order to stop myself from going crazy — and then people distort that, according to their ideologies of ego and the individual, and make it out to be something it wasn’t.
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