Historias de Emotionalneglect

A young bride enters a family that appears complete from the outside, but beneath the surface lies a world shaped by control, silence, manipulation, and unspoken expectations. "Life In A Narcissist Family" Part-1 Fight For Survival is a deeply layered journey through marriage, emotional neglect, clipping of her wings, power dynamics, and quiet endurance. Through Tina's story, each moment unfolds not as an isolated incident, but as part of a pattern-subtle, persistent, and often invisible to those outside the family. This is not just a story of suffering, but of awareness, resilience, and the slow reclaiming of self.

"𝖞𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖑 𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖋 𝖆𝖆𝖕𝖐𝖎 𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖗𝖆𝖙 𝖐𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖆 𝖍𝖆𝖎" 𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒚𝒂 × 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 - A story of silence, patience, and slow love Some connections don't arrive as love. They arrive as stillness. A casual lunch brings two families together - old friendships, polite conversations, and a possibility placed gently on the table. She is calm in a way that lingers, warm yet guarded, a presence that softens rooms without asking for space. He is distant, controlled, someone who keeps careful boundaries around everything that might matter. They meet only once. And yet, something shifts. As families talk and futures are quietly considered, silence begins to carry weight. Avoidance replaces curiosity, restraint replaces urgency, and choices start forming long before either of them is ready to name what's happening. This is not a story of instant love, but of patience - of unspoken moments, quiet strength, that happens without intention.

Growing up, Cassius Merlot has always been shunned out as the outcast of his tribe. Being born with feathered wings has never been seen as a good omen in the eyes of the Red Dragon Colony. So much so, even his parents don't do much to hide their distaste from him as well. When he meets Isaiah Phoenix, the tormented son of the enemy tribe's Cheif, it was the breath of fresh air he desperately needed. As if bonding with the blue dragon shifter was the answer to his prayers all along. With Isaiah's father brutally mistreating him and Cassius' parents fonding over his older sister more so than him, their loveless lives drew them closer. Despite violating their colony's one strict rule of engaging with one another. When the Red colony is suddenly attacked by the Blue colony, it was as if Cassius is partaking in a nightmare he can not wake up from. Barely escaping with their lives, Isaiah and Cassius then find themselves lost deep within the woods after falling into and being drifted off by a flowing river. The boys must now co-depend on each other for survival and work together to find their way home. If there's even still a home to return to that is. Then a strange voice pays Cassius its company in his dreams. Telling him that the potential dangers of the unknown aren't the true threat he should be weary of, but of the very shifter traveling alongside him. Soon, dark secrets about the person he thought he knew begin to slowly unravel. Eventually leaving Cassius to question whether Isaiah has always been the warm-hearted man he thought he could trust or something greatly sinister hiding behind a charming face all along? .............................. (Tags will update as story progresses) Trigger warnings: Suicidal ideation, depictions of sexual assault, animal death, child death, disturbing/unsettling imagery

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐈 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 , 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐞 . 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 .

The poem describes a day that begins with peace and rest but slowly turns painful through harsh words, misunderstanding, and emotional neglect. It explores how small moments-like trying to make tea or resting when tired-can become sources of blame, leaving the speaker feeling unwanted and unsafe. Through quiet endurance and silence, the poem captures the ache of being misunderstood at home and the deep loneliness of losing a place where one feels seen and protected.

"𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡. 𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙢." 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨- 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥.

The Weight of Being light is a harrowing exploration of a man whose unwavering kindness becomes the very thing that destroys him. Daniel Mercer gives endlessly-to his ungrateful family, his selfish friends, and a society that sees him as expendable. Despite his resilience, the weight of betrayal, loneliness, and unmet expectations crushes his spirit. This tragedy forces readers to confront uncomfortable truths about exploitation, emotional neglect, and the silent suffering of those who are too good for this world.

Shinsou isn't into the same things as the other boys. He isn't into sports, he doesn't like the type of music they listen to, and he doesn't like girls. There's a new idol that all the boys are obsessing over, so naturally, Shinsou doesn't participate in everyone thirsting over, so naturally he doesn't do the same. That is, until he finds out she is actually a he. Secretly a boy! female idol Denki Kaminari x emo, sleep deprived Hitoshi Shinsou. (Cross posted on ao3)

The Absence Was Ordinary is a quiet, inward story about a person who learned to survive by becoming smaller. Raised in a home where emotional neglect was subtle and constant, the narrator grows into adulthood appearing composed, mature, and functional-while slowly losing any clear sense of self. This is not a story of dramatic trauma or visible collapse. It is about erosion. About how anxiety settles without announcement, how strength becomes habit, how identity turns into routine. As the mask dissolves, what remains is not pain or relief, but a hollow awareness-detached, honest, and alone. The book explores emotional absence, dissociation, and slow ego death. It offers no easy resolution, only observation. This is a story for readers who recognize silence, who understand that some wounds do not scream-they simply endure.

Eli Arden's emotional priority score is too low to matter. In a city where an AI decides who deserves help, he's been labeled stable-too quiet to save, too functional to worry about. When Noah Vale is assigned as his temporary companion, Eli learns what warmth feels like. But the system interprets improvement as no longer needing support. And by the time Eli realizes he's drowning, his requests for help are already being ignored. Because he seemed fine. Because the system worked exactly as intended. A story about being dismissed so quietly you forget you ever mattered. 🩸 Angst | 💔 Hurt No Comfort | 🤖 Dystopian ⚠️ CW: Emotional neglect, passive SI, systemic abandonment

An experimental story that follows the emotional journey of Vivian (Vivi), a woman approaching her mid 30s, who is trapped in an unfulfilling marriage with her husband, Sebastian. Despite their shared intellectual pursuits, Vivi finds herself yearning for something deeper-a connection she once glimpsed with Julian, a man she had a love for in college but never pursued. When she unexpectedly runs into Julian after fifteen years at a bar called the Blue Hour, old feelings resurface, leading her to question her choices, what might have been and consequently, everything about herself.

Fourteen people under one roof, and Sarah Khan was entirely invisible. Growing up in a loud, chaotic, traditional Indian joint family, thirteen-year-old Sarah is no stranger to emotional neglect. As the eldest daughter, she is treated more like a built-in babysitter and helper than a child who needs love. With the 2020 COVID-19 lockdown turning her house into an absolute pressure cooker, the walls begin to close in. Desperate and weeping on her prayer mat, Sarah makes a silent dua to Allah: Just send me one person who will see me for who I am. Enter Ayaan. He's sixteen, charming, witty, and a thousand miles away in Delhi. What starts as a casual text on an anonymous app out of pure lockdown boredom quickly morphs into Sarah's ultimate sanctuary. Through cracked phone screens and late-night texts, Ayaan gives Sarah the validation, attention, and affection her parents never did. For the first time in her life, she feels loved. But distance breeds projection, and isolation breeds dependency. Over the next two and a half years, what felt like a answered prayer slowly devolves into a digital cage. As the initial comfort turns into possessiveness, jealousy, and a toxic loop of emotional control, Sarah finds herself trapped in a long-distance relationship with a boy she has never even met. Set against the backdrop of a changing India during a global pandemic, this is a raw, heartbreaking story of teenage love, childhood trauma, and the dangerous lengths we go to escape our own loneliness.

Weeks before her wedding, Paris Sinclair begins receiving anonymous notes left on her windshield after work-each one exposing painful truths about her relationship. As the messages force her to question the difference between comfort and real emotional love, Paris must decide if marrying her high school sweetheart is truly what she wants... or simply what feels familiar.

17yo Elizaveta Mirova is a ballerina of extraordinary talent, moving through the 90's Moscow like a ghost: silent, precise, untouchable. Her body brutally trained, her mind drifting further and further. Who made her this way, who will save her? Cry for Me, Pavel is a haunting, lyrical exploration of artistry and obsession, of endurance and unspoken longing. Inspired loosely by Whiplash, Billy Elliot and Black Swan

Nina Dawson has spent years learning how to stay quiet, how to hide the parts of herself that hurt too much to explain. Love was never supposed to find her... not like this, not so suddenly, not so intensely. Ethan Carson wasn't supposed to fall either. Not after everything he's seen, not after promising himself he'd never become the man he grew up fearing. But one night, under city lights and unspoken truths, he does. And now, they stand at the edge of something neither of them knows how to hold... Him, afraid of losing her... and her, afraid of being seen at all. Because sometimes, the scariest thing isn't falling in love- it's believing you deserve it.

Book 14: Since she was small, the girl learned to "read the room" before she could even read books. She became an expert at monitoring her mother's moods to avoid being the target of her mother's frustration. While other kids were being cared for, she was the one making her own cereal and tucking herself into bed, effectively becoming the "parent" in the house while she was still a child.This book talks about a girl with Mommy Issues.

A woman spends months reshaping herself-physically and emotionally-believing love can be repaired if she becomes "better." But when she finally stands as the version everyone admires, the person she waits for still cannot choose. This is not a story about betrayal. It is a story about silence, waiting, and the moment a woman realizes that an unanswered question can change her life forever.

A story of hope to find yourself amid the chaos

Khawala Tahir had always been surrounded by people, by noise, by the weight of expectations-yet somehow, she remained on the outside, as if life had locked her behind a door no one noticed. The love she longed for was never denied outright-just quietly, almost politely, given to others.She was blamed for wounds she didn't cause, punished simply for breathing too softly, for existing too gently.So she learned to live on silence,On the faint echoes of affection left behind for her in the corners. She was never the one their arms reached for, never the name they spoke with pride. But she never wept aloud. She loved without demand, gave without measure, and placed her trembling heart in the hands of the One who never let it fall-her Lord. Her devotion was quiet, unwavering. Her soul so selfless it startled even her own reflection.Yet beneath the layers of resilience, there remained a tender ache- To be seen. To be chosen.To be loved not for her strength, nor for what she could survive-but for the soft, sacred soul she truly was. All she ever wished for was peace- A life that didn't feel like a sentence for being different.