03/28/2026
I hope the right people stalking me see this—- and I wish would never have to interact with me again is NOT too much to hope for
Funny how the loudest voices telling you to “get over it” were never the ones who helped you carry it.
They weren’t there in the aftermath. They weren’t there when you were shaking, spiralling, trying to make sense of what was happening in that house. They didn’t sit with you after the blow-ups, the silent treatments, the humiliation, the guilt trips that made you feel like a monster for having normal needs. They didn’t step in when you were a child and it was obvious you weren’t safe emotionally. They just turned up later, once it was inconvenient to hear about it and demanded you move on for the sake of everyone else’s comfort.
“Get over it” is what people say when they want the topic gone, not the pain healed. It’s a clean little sentence that lets them opt out without admitting they’re opting out. It’s the same energy as “that’s still your mum” and “she did her best” and “don’t hold grudges”. It’s not guidance. It’s dismissal. It’s them protecting the image, protecting the peace, protecting themselves from having to acknowledge what they watched and ignored.
It also puts the responsibility right back on you. As if the only issue is your reaction, not what caused it. As if you’re being dramatic for still feeling the impact of years of emotional abuse and neglect. As if a lifetime of being controlled, minimised and made to doubt your own reality is something you should be able to shake off because someone else is bored of hearing about it.
It’s like being shoved into the ocean, left to swallow water alone, then being judged for not being dry fast enough. No towel offered. No hand pulled you out. Just criticism for still being wet. That’s what “get over it” is. A demand for a result without offering any support, repair, or accountability.
So notice who says it. Notice who gets irritated by your healing. Notice who only wants you “better” when better means quieter, more convenient, less honest. The people who genuinely care don’t rush your process. They don’t shame you for still having a wound. They don’t pressure you to forgive or forget so they can feel comfortable.
If the same people who told you to get over it never helped you through it, their opinion is irrelevant. They don’t get to rush a healing process they never supported.
