Doesn’t have to be about over traumatic-related things, but just in general, things you don’t like talking about. Whether it’ll bum you down, distract you or vice versa.
I don’t like talking about work, my job and how the week went. All it’ll do and has done, is make me dread of upcoming work weeks even during my time off. I hate being asked the typical question “how was your day at work?” any other time. Because the answer is just going to be unsatisfying and I get annoyed even having to answer that question. It’s not that I’m hiding anything, it’s just that it’s fucking work and it is the same damn thing every night. I put up with stupid fucking people, even dumber co-workers and I work in a system that is massively ungrateful for what you do for it.
That’s all you’ll ever need to know about it, so stop trying to get me to talk about that shit.
People’s kids, especially toddlers/babies. Like, I’m so sorry but I literally could not give any less fucks. Even those I consider family, I’m like tolerant of but I don’t want to sit and have a whole ass conversation about what your kid did at daycare. Talk to me when they’re older and doing actual cool shit.
Oh god this.
I’m sure parenting a young child feels really isolating. But YOU chose to isolate yourself. I didn’t.
As someone with a three and a half year old who goes to daycare, who sometimes does finger-painting, or sings songs, and tells stories about being pushed by this girl named Farron, all I can say is haha I fucking got you, you read about my kids day and now yours is ruined lolololol.
I think one very scary thing to admit is when a mother has this feeling towards their baby. Sometimes, the movie magic just doesn’t hit; and it feels like an annoying, parasitic burden rather than a precious living human.
But to be in any way vocal about it makes one seem like a horrible or evil mother, and could lead to intense ostracization.