I’m at the grocery store with my grandparents and my grandpa has wandered away and now my grandma is going up every isle yelling his name and im hiding behind a cookie display cuz i dont want anyone to know im with the crazy woman screaming dick at the top of her lungs
I will never ever ever want someone to take care of me when I’m drunk or sick or sad. The notion of someone holding my hair as I vomit or having to carry me home or rocking me like a child as i cry just makes me cringe. I mean, to each their own but I make a conscious effort not to drink too much because losing self control and making others feel obligated to tend to my needs is the last thing I would ever want to happen to me.
Maybe it’s because I’m always the one who ends up taking care of others and I would never want to put someone else in that situation.
I’ve been taught from a young age that I don’t need someone to take care of me and that I am capable of existing and functioning without someone catering to my every need.
All i know is that I will never ask someone to take care of me or put them in a position where they feel that they must.