When I was about 8/9 years old I was told by a friend of mine I couldn’t play with them any more. Their mother didn’t approve of it for some reason.
One year later I asked my mom if she ever knew why this was the case. She said that other mother thought I wasn’t good enough for her child. But that after a while that mother said she may be okay with it now.
But my mother said she didn’t like that idea. That this friendship would be all reliant on that mother’s “generosity”. And I didn’t feel the need to object to that. My mom’s reasoning made perfect sense to me, even on age 10. This was not the way you treat friendships fairly from a parents perspective, I realised. (There is a little more to this story though, but this is all I care to share.)
I still feel like that was a mature thing I did. Because I was not a child that took ‘no’ very well at that age. So what are your childhood experiences where, now upon looking back, you feel you handled it maturely?
I can’t post about it without the usual crowd stalking my account to downvote me, or urging the mods to remove it all, so they can help conceal child abuse. If anyone cares, it involved an eight year old me, being forced to help dig a hole and bury an older female relative to help conceal a murder. A local gang wants to prevent me from snitching, because other women started using her identity, since there wasn’t a death certificate. Having law enforcement dig her up would ruin their comfortable lifestyles, since they have used her identity to make money. Another group financially benefited when they married one of those women. Unearthing the body and having it identified would put a lot of people in their 40’s in jail over fraud that is connected to the case. So, I’m supposed to shut up about it.
I will actually take the time to respond to you in full here. Because this post won’t get deleted.
I don’t think anybody is trying to prevent you from revealing the truth of any past incidents. Your downvotes are simply because the cohesive narrative you’re putting together sounds like somebody having a manic paranoid episode.
We all have been trying to encourage you to seek professional help. It’ll make your life better. By all means alert the authorities, hire dogs to search for the body, live your truth. But from the outside just looking at what you’ve told us, many of us think you’re having a mental health crisis
I’m going to say this next thing with the best possible intent and no harm meant. The vast majority of people especially people online, don’t care. You might be a moment of interest to them, but they don’t actually care if your story is true or not true. Let’s suppose you do your investigation and you prove to Lemmy that you were correct… nothing will change, because people are not invested in your outcomes. It sounds mean, but it’s actually liberating, you can just focus on living your best life, and not worrying what internet people think about you. You don’t have to prove a narrative to anybody