hot take: moms need to learn how to listen to and comfort their daughters without making everything about their own traumas
a classic example
daughter: hey this thing you do bothers me very much and i wish you wouldn’t do it
mom: well my parents abused me and im not even as bad as they were and i had to sit through it so you gotta sit through whatever i do to you too
a common variant
mom: well i’m having a really hard time right now and you know that i’m doing my best and that i didn’t mean to hurt you ergo you are in fact the asshole for asking me to consider your feelings and change my behavior during this hard hard time i’m having
i want history museums i want art galleries i want forests i want waterfalls i want oceans i want long car drive i want concerts i want book stores i want rooftops i want star gazing i want to travel i want to feel
i dont think we should be blaming children for falling prey to games intentionally designed to be addictive.
there is this predatory trend in game design where they lure kids into downloading free games and let them play the game for a couple of hours before they’re convinced (or forced, if they want to continue) to cough up their parents’ credit cards. the games in question are usually designed to get you really close to winning (or thinking that you’re close), but it’s yanked away immediately and the only way to get close again is to try over and over again, a process that usually results in you spending money. (“energy refills,” more powerful items, or even cosmetics via bandwagon effect)
in other words, the video game industry is currently set up like a fucking carnival game, only this time the carnival follows you around. i dont think coining a “gaming disorder” will help anyone until we start holding the clowns in charge responsible.
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