I grew up strict Irish catholic in a politically backwards hyper religious small town in PA. I grew up with a lot of family money. My sister and I are trust fund babies and while I love her, she embodies how I’m sure most of you generalize a kid who never had to work: misplaced sense of entitlement, arrogance, etc. I’ve been working my entire life to prove to myself that I can do without my family’s cash. Alas, I cave more than I like and deny its influence on me more than is real. Needless to elaborate, there is a ton of religiostupidification within my very large family. Still, I love them all.
When I was 14 I went to boarding school. I was also a pretty good d1 track runner in college. I stayed in school and grabbed a couple graduate degrees trying to focus my area of practice toward helping severely emotionally disturbed children and adolescents both psychologically and legally (not by myself, but rather through wrap-around services within a child advocate firm). I worked in one too many inpatient therapy facilities before deciding that I wanted to make a larger impact on my clients. I’m getting closer by the year, but I still need to put in a lot of work.
2 things I currently struggle with the most are admitting when I’m wrong regarding topics that I think I should know the answer, and, shutting my mind off and relaxing at the end of the day. Anxiety is a bitch! I also still harness some anger toward hyper religious people based off my upbringing. Finally, as some can tell from my posts I tend to persist when I shouldn’t. Feel free to call me an asshole if you catch me doing this.
I’m glad I found PR.
