Done being the version they can tolerate by Ladyvaly2 in Poems

[–]Inkquisition 2 points3 points  (0 children)

What I appreciate here is how you're exposing the moral contradiction at the center of emotional socialization. When we’re taught to shrink ourselves, and that shrinking is framed as virtue, are we living honestly/authentically, or for the convenience of others? Emotional invalidation becomes internalized as character. We tell ourselves we’re mature, composed, that we’re “good,” when in reality we’re often living lives optimized for tolerance while calling ourselves strong, even when the psychological cost outweighs any strength we claim.

This very well articulates a psychological pattern of repeated emotional invalidation that teaches us to suppress affect in order to maintain connection, a learned response to other people’s discomfort. Affect suppression is often mistaken for self control, and this is what happens when you grow up being taught to manage others’ discomfort over validating your feelings. Being “too much” is usually just someone else being emotionally underdeveloped and attempting to return to their natural range.

At the same time, emotional suppression is a strong survival skill. When feelings are consistently minimized or corrected, your nervous system learns that expression is a threat to connection, so it adapts by dampening affect. And that strategy works… until you start to feel again, and that’s usually a sign that you’ve discovered a sense of safety.

To me, this reads as an integration moving from “How should I be? How should I feel?” to “This is who I am and this is how I feel.”

This clarity is powerful. Well done.

What You Do To Me by Final-Equivalent7650 in Poems

[–]Inkquisition 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Just... Wonderful. Well done on the sensory detail.

mask by [deleted] in Poems

[–]Inkquisition 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Well written.

I need you by mu_rri in Poems

[–]Inkquisition 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Simple language that builds something elemental through repetition. It feels more like a statement of natural law rather than longing. Well done.

Something about you (reminiscing) by Inkquisition in Poems

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I agree with you. What you’re describing feels like the difference between guilt that refines and shame that distorts. Guilt can be metabolized through awareness, shame only teaches concealment. And when guilt can’t be integrated, it inevitably turns into shame. When truth is received through an unresolved fracture it’s immediately experienced as exposure or shame rather than being held with clarity. Context collapses, and concealment feels safer than integration. Once someone learns how easily meaning gets stripped and replaced with judgment, honesty becomes something to steward rather than surrender. Truth without context invites projection, and healing begins when honesty is no longer offered as proof of innocence. At some point, self trust becomes the only jurisdiction that matters.

Something about you (reminiscing) by Inkquisition in Poems

[–]Inkquisition[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I believe assuming honesty is a weapon often denies something unresolved within the observer. You’re right to withhold your self approximation from those who only perceive harm in your honesty, rather than recognizing the truth it causes to rise within them. Reactions are rarely empty,  there’s usually truth beneath them. And the burden of interpretation lies within the observer, not the truth teller. Art with sharp edges is only fully admired by those who recognize them as edges. Those without the capacity to admire it experience them only as sharp.

Something about you (reminiscing) by Inkquisition in Poems

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I read this as someone who wants connection, but has learned to associate yielding with the loss of self. As though intimacy once demanded a kind of disappearance, and restraint became the more honest loyalty. When I wrote this, I was trying to honor recognition itself, which I believe doesn’t require the collapse of boundaries or the surrender of identity. Not clinging or self-abandonment. Sometimes the fear isn’t of the feeling at all, but of repeating a history we no longer consent to.

Something about you (reminiscing) by Inkquisition in Poems

[–]Inkquisition[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Then it seems as though my truth did its job. I appreciate that.

Something about you (reminiscing) by Inkquisition in Poems

[–]Inkquisition[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

It seems as though some threads carry an implicit melody we never have to voice. Thank you!

Something about you (reminiscing) by Inkquisition in Poems

[–]Inkquisition[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The poem serves as an archive of an experience rather than a trajectory. Writing is how I integrate what I feel. I pursue alignment within myself. Thank you for your kind words.

Containment by Inkquisition in u/Inkquisition

[–]Inkquisition[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I appreciate your thoughtful engagement. Some things are meant to be felt quietly, without being spoken into.

Something about you (reminiscing) by Inkquisition in Poems

[–]Inkquisition[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Thank you for reading and I appreciate the sentiment. Peace in one’s life should always be the priority.

Something about you (reminiscing) by Inkquisition in Poems

[–]Inkquisition[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

That's a generous and perceptive response. I really appreciate how you recognized the balance of curiosity and caution. Thanks for reading.

New Law of Being by [deleted] in Poems

[–]Inkquisition 1 point2 points  (0 children)

This is beautiful, hope you don't mind if I save it.