Hello, question asker!
I'm really sorry, sweetheart, but I can't see what the problem is. I felt so bad after reading your words. You said you were the second child with an older sister. That means there were only two of you in the family. If there were only two of you, I would be surprised. That's just not right!
I had a similar thought. Perhaps you're talking about the second child, and there should be a third or fourth child in the family. If that's the case, you might be caught in the middle. If you really are caught in the middle, it's possible that your parents may not be able to take care of you with their time and energy, which might make you feel that way!
I totally agree with the first few lines you wrote!
My life has been a bit of a hiding game, I guess. As the second child in the family, I've never called my parents "mom" and "dad," and there's always been a little gap in my heart.
I can relate to feeling a bit lost sometimes. Let me use my imagination to speculate on what you are thinking. Are you talking about hiding and concealing? Is it because of family planning that you did not grow up with your parents and therefore never called them "mom" and "dad," and there has always been a gap in your heart?
If this is really the case, I completely understand your pain and give you a big, warm hug. It's really not easy for you, the little one, to go through this kind of life, and it's really painful. I don't want to say too much about your parents, but I think they are also unfortunate. You and they can also be said to be the unfortunate people of that era, and they are also suffering very much inside.
I saw this sentence you wrote:
When I was young, I really wanted to get close to you, but I slowly came to realize that no one listened to me or cared about what I had to say. I guess I just gave up and we didn't communicate or get close very often.
I can picture you when you were just a little kid, around three or four, or maybe five or six. You had such an innocent face! You were always trying to please your parents and longing for their love. I can imagine how disappointed you must have felt when you couldn't get it. I can just picture you sitting in a corner, grieving alone. It's not easy to hug that little child again.
I can't help but admire you more and more as I think about how hard your childhood was. I was so touched to read that you said others envied you for having a stable job as a teacher. I can't even imagine how you got through that period. It must have been so painful and helpless, but you were able to go to school and find a job as a teacher. I don't think I would have grown up easily, let alone been able to go to school, find a job, and become a teacher. You really have a very strong learning ability! I'm so proud of you!
I'm so impressed by how studious you were despite everything you were going through.
I can see that you have a very strong learning ability, which is great! But then I read on and saw that you said you would cry while grading children's homework, that you would also cry while listening to music, and that you even thought about ending it all. I wondered, if we have such a strong learning ability, shouldn't it be only positive thinking that makes us strong learners? And I also read that you are grateful that your students' children also bring you joy, and that your sister, whom you said has given your life meaning, is able to have such a good relationship with you. Sister, in the future, you will be free, living your own life. She is still your sister, especially now that everything is so convenient, and you can communicate in real time, even if you are far away, you can still meet. So how much can it change?
Based on what you've said, I have a few questions for you. Why do you feel a bit conflicted? We all feel conflicted sometimes, that's only natural. Sometimes our emotions get the better of us and we can't think straight. I want to get to know you better, so I'd like to understand that your current emotions are not the norm in your life. I'm sorry to hear you feel sad, but I'm here to listen and help if I can.
I'm not saying you'll definitely be sunny, see the meaning of life, or grow up and understand things. But I really want to encourage you to give it a try! We're born as human beings, and we only get this one shot at it. It's pretty amazing to think about, isn't it? Why not feel for yourself what it's like to like raising cats? You can especially like a cat, take good care of a cat, and see how the cat is doing. Or if you're in the mood, you can also ignore the cat and see how it looks instead. The choice is yours! You can observe the cat's behavior and your own mood!
And there's more! I just want to say that we are teachers!
Our emotions can affect the whole class. It's so important to understand how much influence a good teacher has on their students. Maybe some of your students also had an unhappy childhood like you did. It's so sad to think that they might be suffering like you did. Why not do your best to help them?
I want to help them because I know how painful it is to be in that kind of situation. I think we can use the methods we've come up with ourselves to make others suffer less.
I think the current double reduction is underway, which means this teaching goal is changing in the future. If you're also concerned, you know it'll change towards core literacy in the future. In other words, in the future, students will be treated as individuals, not as containers full of knowledge. Teaching is deepening and reforming, and I just want to say, since you were happy with your students in the past and you like and appreciate them, shouldn't we shift our energy towards teaching again in the future? Then adapt to this change, and anyway, what I want to express is to focus your energy on one area, while raising a cat, and then focus on teaching again, and try this way of life for a while.
I'm really looking forward to you getting a cat first! You said you have no one to chat with, but you can come here and chat. I think since you are a teacher and have your own salary, why not find a professional counselor on this platform and talk to them? I believe that you, with your learning ability, can definitely find a method that suits you. We are knowledgeable and educated, and we teach and educate people. We must make our lives complete!
I'm really excited to see new teachers emerge who are going to be great at teaching under the core competencies!
I love you, world! And I love you, too!
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Life feels like a series of hidden chapters for me. Growing up, I always felt distant from my parents, never once calling them mom or dad. There was this invisible wall that kept us apart, and over time, I stopped trying to break it down. My sister has been the only ray of sunshine in my life, but even her presence is fleeting as she lives her own life now. Despite having a stable job and finding solace with students, happiness seems like a distant memory. I often find myself crying while grading papers, feeling lost and alone. The idea of reaching out to someone crosses my mind, but every time I pick up my phone, no one seems right to talk to. Music and tears have become my companions.
It's tough being the second child and feeling so disconnected from my family. I've never had the courage to call my parents by those names, and there's always been an unspoken distance between us. As a child, I longed for closeness, but eventually, I learned that it wasn't meant to be. My sister has given meaning to my existence, yet we can't be together all the time. My work with students brings some joy, but lately, I've been questioning everything. Happiness feels elusive, and sometimes I cry uncontrollably when grading assignments. I think about seeking help, but I end up just listening to music and crying instead.
I've always felt like an outsider in my own family. Not once did I call my parents "mom" or "dad," and the gap between us grew wider as I got older. Childhood dreams of bridging that gap faded away, and now I'm left with only my sister's light in my life. But even she has her path to follow. Teaching has its moments, and I've found comfort among students, but these days, confusion overshadows any joy. Grading papers can trigger sudden bouts of tears. I consider talking to someone, but I can't seem to find anyone suitable on my contact list. Music becomes my outlet, and I cry along with it.
Feeling unseen and unheard within my family has shaped much of who I am. Never addressing my parents as "mom" or "dad," I've carried this estrangement into adulthood. In childhood, I yearned for a closer relationship, but realizing it wouldn't happen, I retreated into myself. My sister has been my lifeline, though our paths diverge. While my job offers stability and moments with students bring happiness, time has muddled these feelings. Happiness escapes me, and grading papers often leads to tears. Thoughts of ending it all cross my mind. Seeking support feels impossible; I type messages, delete them, and cry to music instead.