Those who crave comfort

Children from unsheltered childhoods crave comfort and often grow up wanting to provide that to others. If this statement holds true, could it be a possible explanation for my passion for working with children?

I have very strong protective instincts that kick off into high gear whenever I see a vulnerable child. In that moment, I feel like I could take a bullet for them, if need be. Maybe, their helplessness triggers off a mirror in my mind. Maybe I see my helpless childhood in their eyes.

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If I could go back in time, I’d hug the little me.

When I think of child-me, my heart breaks a little. I remember me, sitting with a story-book, in a little corner, watching the adults fight with each other. They  weaponised their words and turned them into little pellets of hatred that they flung at each other. Sometimes, I caught a few and digested them silently. I thought they went away, but years later I can still taste them at the back of my mouth, deep in my head.

The culture of demonising hard work

 

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Pictures like this discourage and trivialise people who either love  their jobs OR have no option but to work a job for the sake of survival.
Firstly, no. A 9-5 job is not easy and yes, it requires tremendous sacrifices and courage as well. Remember our parents, their 9-5 jobs funded most of our “dreams”? They worked hard, ceaselessly for decades, often giving up their passions for things bigger than themselves, their families. I personally know older folk who gave up hobbies to pursue ‘9-5 jobs’ to maintain themselves and their families.

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A Rant for Responsible Parenting: From a kid

Over the years I have developed very strong views on responsible parenting. It was primarily because as I grew up, I realised that a lot of the instability that I witnessed in my childhood was because my parents had me when they weren’t equipped to, financially or otherwise. They weren’t capable of providing a safe shelter for a child.

I am sorry, I refuse to buy the “evolutionary urge to procreate” argument that shrinks try to sell. Continue reading