Source: https://x.com/asherwolfstein/status/2058326315233898545
Thread posts: 47
I also hope this helps someone. In the hospital I have heard many of these things echoed by many other patients. https://x.com/asherwolfstein/status/2058326315233898545/photo/1
2026-05-23 23:16:50 / 2058326315233898545 / Twitter Web App
There are elements of this article that line right up with my situation, something Liana is *very* aware of, because, they have to for it to be identified as emotional neglect.
2026-05-23 23:16:50 / 2058326317565923438 / Twitter Web App
Isn't it odd that she shares this one? Isn't it odd that whenever I become an indirect focus these kinds of 'help,' 'advice,' and video/episode topics start appearing?
*shrugs* Who knows! I don't!
2026-05-23 23:16:51 / 2058326319440818488 / Twitter Web App
What I *can* say is that this article is written with quite suggestive language. "[Emotional neglectful parents] lurk in fine neighborhoods, fine jobs, and fine houses."
I'm sorry, wut?
2026-05-23 23:16:51 / 2058326321189843382 / Twitter Web App
"[Well-Meaning-But-Neglected-Themselves parents cannot give their children what they do not have. Unfortunately, it is that simple."
No. It is not "that simple." And I have written *at length* how exactly it is not "that simple."
2026-05-23 23:16:51 / 2058326323001749868 / Twitter Web App
Simple, flat, easily-categorizable descriptions of psychological phenomenon *should* be very suspicious. Unfortunately, for many, they're not.
2026-05-23 23:16:52 / 2058326324817859049 / Twitter Web App
It's so "simple" but the cycle doesn't fit:
1. My father (Scott) wasn't raised by parents who were blind to emotions.
2026-05-23 23:16:52 / 2058326326562709530 / Twitter Web App
2. Scott's emotions weren't ignored or under-validated, but rather, his fears and hopes were supported and his anger at injustice recognized.
2026-05-23 23:16:53 / 2058326328299188263 / Twitter Web App
3. Scott didn't learn that his emotions weren't real or valuable. Scott had no problem expressing or "using" his emotions. Not *expressing* emotions at any one time doesn't mean there's an inability to do it. This is the type of logic Liana uses.
2026-05-23 23:16:53 / 2058326330098504185 / Twitter Web App
4. Scott had plenty of connection to his emotions. His lack of "thriving" was not because he lacked connection to his emotions, but, perhaps, because he was connected to them too much. People drink for many reasons.
2026-05-23 23:16:54 / 2058326331906277633 / Twitter Web App
5. Scott didn't refrain from teaching emotional skills. In fact, the story I keep repeating of sitting in his lap while he explains to me the pointlessness of worrying over things you can't control (worry and anxiety are emotions) shows this to not be true.
2026-05-23 23:16:54 / 2058326333848232084 / Twitter Web App
My mother has PLENTY of emotional expression, btw, and is VERY emotionally supportive and offers lots of insights all the time.
2026-05-23 23:16:54 / 2058326335685296360 / Twitter Web App
– Scott struggled with mental illness, we think, but, that does not automatically translate into being drained, distracted, or too busy to notice what their child is feeling. Again, "simple" it is NOT.
2026-05-23 23:16:55 / 2058326337434325102 / Twitter Web App
– Scott loving through actions is the one. That's the one.
– My parents were not invested in my success in nearly any fashion that you see modern parents commonly be. My success was purely up to me, again, the story I tell of me and failing seventh grade.
2026-05-23 23:16:55 / 2058326339292438710 / Twitter Web App
I have done many things different from what Scott has done. I *do* feel emptiness, lack of fulfillment, and feelings of disconnection, so much so that it's an entire diagnosed personality disorder. What I don't feel is self-blame. Again, "simple" it is NOT.
2026-05-23 23:16:56 / 2058326341066613021 / Twitter Web App
When I look back on my childhood, nothing seems fairly normal or fine. It seems secure, but it doesn't seem normal or "fine." It looks exactly what you might guess someone who desires to be a real-life furry and staunch Objectivist's childhood to look like.
2026-05-23 23:16:56 / 2058326342828204504 / Twitter Web App
"It must be, I'm flawed." Yeah, I *did* struggle with this. Then, I stopped. That's part of what I was referring to when I would write, "and that's okay."
2026-05-23 23:16:57 / 2058326344732422166 / Twitter Web App
However, I do not feel guilty for any anger I feel ever. I also do not struggle with a lack of emotional skills. I have learned many emotional skills from both my mother, *father,* and many therapists and doctors. I've had to, or be put in the quiet room (by the doctors).
2026-05-23 23:16:57 / 2058326346976366597 / Twitter Web App
I guess I *DON'T* actually have WMBNT parents:
– I'm not surprised by any sudden anger I have sometimes had toward them, or *anyone, ever.*
– I'm not confused by my feelings towards my parents.
– I don't feel guilty for not loving my parents as much as anything.
2026-05-23 23:16:58 / 2058326348708655497 / Twitter Web App
– Being with my parents never seemed boring, and it doesn't seem boring, it feels comfortable.
– My parents definitely see and definitely know the real me, since birth. Nothing has ever been hidden.
2026-05-23 23:16:58 / 2058326350512148707 / Twitter Web App
– The only one that fits is that I know my parents loved me, but I don't necessarily *feel* that love from Scott. That's it.
2026-05-23 23:16:58 / 2058326352273821747 / Twitter Web App
I'm at the end of the article. I do not now see what was missing. I learned nothing. My parents and grandparents could see lots of things were missing, so nope, doesn't fit.
2026-05-23 23:16:59 / 2058326354018587014 / Twitter Web App
I do not now more now. I've always had choices, this article didn't give me any more choices. I am the one who's already changed the pattern. I've already changed the pattern.
2026-05-23 23:16:59 / 2058326355977306213 / Twitter Web App
I mean, come the fuck on,
"By noticing, understanding, and responding differently, you become the one who changes the pattern. Quietly. Intentionally. In a way that matters."
Are you kidding me?
2026-05-23 23:17:00 / 2058326357772579077 / Twitter Web App
By her own actions and words, Liana clearly thinks this kind of writing, this kind of insight, and this kind of highly simplified logic is what counts for wisdom enough to diagnose me with all sort of psychological problems, /
2026-05-23 23:17:00 / 2058326359576051777 / Twitter Web App
including self-blame, self-loathing, and guilt, all by what I either say, or don't say (which, well, can be ANYTHING!)
2026-05-23 23:18:47 / 2058326808387535246 / Twitter Web App
Stop. Listening. To. This. Woman for more than feel good "vibes." She has no long-lasting constructive insight, in my opinion.
2026-05-23 23:19:00 / 2058326861361582247 / Twitter Web App
Maybe I'd feel differently, maybe, if she'd actually admit she does NOT know my motivations, CANNOT see into my mind, and CANNOT explain every little fucking thing I do.
2026-05-23 23:19:10 / 2058326902927196636 / Twitter Web App
I mean, maybe *that* might help rather than judge my vocabulary in a way that imputes nefarious intention on to me like it's a fact.
2026-05-23 23:19:12 / 2058326914725769273 / Twitter Web App
The simple, direct, fully laid out, plain truth about myself, as I've always written, is this. And this will hold up no matter what stage of my life you're picking apart, and no matter what situation you look at:
2026-05-23 23:38:49 / 2058331847676076210 / Twitter Web App
I have very powerful emotions, as far as I can tell, that last for much longer than anyone else. I have *no problem* identifying them and feeling them. None.
2026-05-23 23:39:08 / 2058331928106053740 / Twitter Web App
I have an issue *expressing* raw, tender, overwhelming, heightened, sensitive emotions with everyone, including intimate partners, friends, relatives, acquaintances, etc.
2026-05-23 23:39:17 / 2058331967897379040 / Twitter Web App
THESE ARE NOT THE SAME THING.
And this isn't that strange of an issue, nor is it a moral issue. No one involved in this situation has actually *seen* me angry. They have not experienced me being angry.
2026-05-23 23:39:46 / 2058332090366865435 / Twitter Web App
One person has *heard* me being angry, which, is unfortunate, a huge violation of privacy, and definitely *not* the same thing.
2026-05-23 23:39:58 / 2058332139482144985 / Twitter Web App
And there's a very good reason: I rarely, if ever, show my anger in public. At all. Anywhere. It is *the* emotion that makes me the *most* vulnerable, as well as /
2026-05-23 23:40:20 / 2058332229726790023 / Twitter Web App
*the* emotional expression that has the potential to do the most damage to everything, almost like a nuclear explosion that affects people for years.
2026-05-23 23:40:28 / 2058332265407750154 / Twitter Web App
I didn't say "I love you too" back to my partner for *15 years.* Not because there's something "wrong" with me about love, or wrong with me at all in terms of relationships, but because /
2026-05-23 23:40:45 / 2058332333934350386 / Twitter Web App
telling someone I love them in pure raw form is so overwhelming, so vulnerable, so terrifying to me that just saying the words was extremely difficult. I said them, sometimes, and it was wonderful!
2026-05-23 23:41:10 / 2058332441144893689 / Twitter Web App
Difficult, painful, terrifying, and wonderful.
2026-05-23 23:41:18 / 2058332473365537195 / Twitter Web App
I've learned to *say* the words now without necessarily attaching so much meaning to them so that my husband can hear the more often, because I value his happiness. I value the happiness and fulfillment of someone else more than I value staying the same.
2026-05-23 23:42:15 / 2058332714689077632 / Twitter Web App
I didn't say "I love you" to my father because I was afraid of his anger. I didn't say it because I didn't want to impose upon him the pain that would come with the consideration of saying it back.
Yeah.
2026-05-23 23:42:22 / 2058332743025717528 / Twitter Web App
It’s as if I’m regarding emotions themselves as extremely heightened, almost dysfunctional, things that make their expression frighteningly overwhelming and painfully vulnerable, all to a pathological degree; /
2026-05-23 23:42:40 / 2058332817361375325 / Twitter Web App
a degree that is in danger of quickly becoming out-of-control and explosively disastrous.
2026-05-23 23:43:04 / 2058332916988719575 / Twitter Web App
It's almost like, I don’t know, I have a personality disorder, or something?
2026-05-23 23:43:28 / 2058333021288448369 / Twitter Web App
And not just an offensive tumor that grosses people out whenever I feel like performatively hitting it’s built-in nuclear button to resolve conflicts, or even just for fun because I feel like hurting people, for some unknown, possibly other personality disorder, reason.
2026-05-23 23:43:35 / 2058333048383664599 / Twitter Web App
I’ve discovered in my 42 years of living that sometimes, things make perfect sense when you line them up under a better lens.
A lens directed to reality, the truth, taking people at their word, seeing and thinking about other people, and a commitment to honesty tends to do that.
2026-05-23 23:44:27 / 2058333265489195300 / Twitter Web App
I was led to believe, firmly believe, that this was something that could be accounted for, understood, and sympathized with in a supportive and safe community. That I might hope for connection and appreciation of my insight, my humor, and my condition.
I was lied to.
2026-05-23 23:48:53 / 2058334384349217260 / Twitter Web App
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