Insults

[starrkers]

My mother built up a fine head of steam to tell me I was a selfish little bitch who thought only of myself and never considered anyone else.

This was two weeks after she'd been transferred in to hospital in my town, minus half her paperwork and without her specialist's knowledge and I'd spent my waking hours either at work or at the hospital, arguing with bureaucrats and generally hassling out doctors. She was alone (ie hundreds of miles from her home and friends). Several of my friends visited her while I was at work.
Also my SO was hundreds of miles away with his family having been called away by his widowed dad going into hospital leaving his younger brother (13yo) fending for himself. I was also trying to organise for him to stay with us and not miss out too much schooling. So when I wasn't asleep I was driving, on the phone, at work or at the hospital (or a combination of the above).

But I've never had anytime for anyone but myself.

 

[only_more_so]

The thing about insults is that they are so dependent on the person recieving them. Growing up I was emotional and a lot of insults hurt my feelings. The worst at the time was being called a "crybaby." After a while, instead of crying I got angry instead. Ever since then I haven't been able to allow myself to cry, something just shuts down and goes numb rather than go that extra little bit from choked up to crying.

Since then, the insult that hurt the most was being called a liar. It's a long story, but I pride myself on being honest (I don't think that honesty requires tactlessness, but I won't even tell white lies anymore), so being called a liar really hurt, even though it wasn't true.

For some reason, most people are on their best behavior around me, and avoid insulting me. Could be because I'm 6'6". But I still get the casual insults that women at bars seem to specialie in, the turn your head and whisper something to the girl next to you and giggle.

 

[starrkers]

The thing about insults is that they are so dependent on the person recieving them. Growing up I was emotional and a lot of insults hurt my feelings. The worst at the time was being called a "crybaby." After a while, instead of crying I got angry instead. Ever since then I haven't been able to allow myself to cry, something just shuts down and goes numb rather than go that extra little bit from choked up to crying.

Since then, the insult that hurt the most was being called a liar. It's a long story, but I pride myself on being honest (I don't think that honesty requires tactlessness, but I won't even tell white lies anymore), so being called a liar really hurt, even though it wasn't true.

For some reason, most people are on their best behavior around me, and avoid insulting me. Could be because I'm 6'6". But I still get the casual insults that women at bars seem to specialie in, the turn your head and whisper something to the girl next to you and giggle.

I think it depends more on who's handing out the insult too. If it's someone you respect, it hurts far more than someone you couldn't care less about.

 

[CeriseNoire]

I think it depends more on who's handing out the insult too. If it's someone you respect, it hurts far more than someone you couldn't care less about.

I agree, the racist insult I mentioned came from a parent who had just told us she didn't have the time to waste 30 minutes reading with her child. Not high on my respect-meter, so her words didn't mean much.

Insults from people I really care about are hurtful though.

 

[TE999]

When we had to put my father in a nursing home, he was alternately cranky, insulting and uncommunicative.

We could no longer take care of him and we had to do it.

He constantly accused me of trying to get rid of him.

That hurt.

He only lived a few months, but those were hellish times.

Talk about compassion fatigue.

 

[starrkers]

When we had to put my father in a nursing home, he was alternately cranky, insulting and uncommunicative.

We could no longer take care of him and we had to do it.

He constantly accused me of trying to get rid of him.

That hurt.

He only lived a few months, but those were hellish times.

Talk about compassion fatigue.

*hugs TE*. Been there. Only if was my father-in-law. I was his primary carer.

Same deal, he only lived a few months. But I've done at least part of my time in hell.

 

[TE999]

*hugs TE*. Been there. Only if was my father-in-law. I was his primary carer.

Same deal, he only lived a few months. But I've done at least part of my time in hell.

*Hugs* back to you, starrkers.

You know they don't really mean it when they say those things.

At least you hope they don't.

 

[darkerdreamer]

It didn't hurt, but due to the location and person I think it might have been the worst.

After failing a chemistry test, the teacher asked me in front of the whole class, "When are you going to stop being an idiot? When you've worked at 7-11 for 20 years?" What a fantastic teacher, he really inspired his students.