u/Lurkin_It_007

When Michael's mom apologized to Michael for not protecting him enough as a little kid during his dad's abuse I just seized and cried my eyes out. Just like Jackson I have endured physical and emotional abuse from my father and after being moved out into my own apartment there is still so much to unpack with therapy and general emotional processing.

When Michael said "It wasn't your fault" that's when I cried my most intense round of tears. I thought of my other parent who enabled it all but likely never appreciated my dad treating me that way but out of fear, letting it happen because they didn't want to face his wrath themselves. It's all really complicated and just..... Wow...... What a beautiful scene in a biopic movie about Jackson.

I don't know if I've ever cried at the movie theater before. Just such a beautiful movie. Wishing all the best to the movie's team of people.

I'm also really high on weed so please know I mean well by posting this and that this may have been a high person report though, lmao.....

Hee hee!

I have been seriously really anticipating this game so much that I cannot even imagine trying to do a single mission after it lets me loose on the game world. I'm really excited to see how Rockstar imagined the social media stuff, to enter so many buildings and etc.... I'm just so excited to steal a car or two and cruise around the city aimlessly, getting the lay of the land before doing any missions.

A concept I've been thinking might be added to GTA VI is ordering food in a restaurant and having to sit down and order a drink after you look at the menu and decide what seems good. I am really hoping for as much as hyper realism to how our world operates and then hopefully get something like that in GTA VI.

If they make it so you sit down and order at a restaurant and order drinks, then wait for your food, and then if the service is taking forever you can decide to rob them. Of course then this is where the social media thing comes into effect.

Then I'm hoping for whenever you go into a corner store to buy beer or cigarettes or what have you, you actually are seen picking up the beer from the coolers, bringing it to the register, deciding whether to purchase, shop lift, or rob the store and then leave with beer and money still in your hands, before you put it in the backseat and drive off.

I am also curious to see if we will have to drive to gas stations and refuel our cars with our game world money to keep making sure we can have a vehicle to travel with.

I am really hoping we see a world we have only dreamt of. I don't think I've seen a community so imaginative for what a game world within GTA could be like since IV or V. It's been really cool to see all the theories and speculation.

I am also really interested in whether there will be a honor system alongside the romance system between Jason and Lucia, and whether or not we have the choice to be genuinely good people who just have a pattern of crimes or really evil criminals with a twisted love story to tell.

Goodness, I'm so excited. The release date can't come sooner.

I am an adopted out of foster care kid. I grew up the first three months of my life to a biological mother who drank and smoked dope with me in and out of the womb. I was SA'd as a little kid and then when I was adopted out of the care system it was all really nice. Until I got to be an older version of that once young child. I began to form my own opinions and think very intricately designed thoughts that were unlike most kids my fellow peers in respect to our varying teenage ages.

When I got to be a young adult at 18 my adoptive parents began slowly cracking, if that makes sense. They started to show their true colors and they began to become very emotionally vile.

My adoptive father would later go on to put me through domestic battery and assault and whenever I would call the police on him I'd either lack the evidence, have some kind of filmed video footage of me "instigating the entire situation and causing my **parents** harm, not them to me", or I would just be a guy in his 20s saying "oh my dad hit me" and the police would scoff, chuckle, and minimize my assault without openly doing all that.

So it took years and years of pestering my parents to give me any sense of independence. A shred of human decency to allow me to embark on my own path, as a young adult.

Mind you my adoptive father ran a disability organization for 30 years and as an adult child of an alcoholic and dysfunctional family, it always makes my blood boil knowing my dad knew I had some developmental delays with disability stuff and still went out of his way to beat the shit out of me and make me feel like someone that didn't deserve to live, while he advocated and lifted up the rest of his disabled clients.

Eventually I had to just say enough is enough. So while yes I know this wasn't the brightest idea I stole my dad's credit card information and self funded a roommate situation 2 or 3 years ago at 25 (27 now) and when I moved into the rental agreement I was just so dissociated.

I was resting so much, sleeping days and nights, nights and days away because of all the prolonged abuses that ranged from person to person, place to place, and a lot of it stemmed from my father.

To make a long story short I made the independent decision to detach from my abusive adoptive family with love and to practice some Buddhist precepts and ideas to come into my own.

And now that I successfully detached with love, and am experiencing this kind of cessation spiritual awakening, I am left with being a person; a person who had two biological parents come together to make a "whole" person, from seed to pregnancy, to then birth.

And it's really scary, feeling this separated from everyone, especially my adoptive parents, because while they still put me through physical & emotional abuse, they're still my parents, and I have nobody else in my life to be able to feel like I can have a support system and network with. As the year I moved out progressed into me renting a one bedroom apartment, I was still mentally reeling from all the abuse and said some out of character things about people I actually care about, and this has caused a rift between my social circle. So now I am left alone, and it's been so incredibly difficult to feel like I can leave the apartment. And do quite literally anything, anything at all.

My father is a former alcoholic, adult child of a dysfunctional family, and so I understand him and I both have our own respective traumas and set backs, and so I do not hold any of that against him. I just wish he could have worked on himself better, with therapy and life coaching before adopting me. Who knows, maybe if he did and then adopted me, none of this mess would have happened.

So I am asking for advice. On how to navigate and be able to merge and incorporate this sense of "cessation" and detaching with love towards my adoptive parents to now fully realize my own sense of self. And how I can find ways to cope with life and maybe find a friend group of some kind. Goodness, I can only hope for friends.

Thanks for reading and I'm sorry if this was a messy post. I just need some advice, quite badly.

Thanks

All the best

I am an adopted out of foster care kid. I grew up the first three months of my life to a biological mother who drank and smoked dope with me in and out of the womb. I was SA'd as a little kid and then when I was adopted out of the care system it was all really nice. Until I got to be an older version of that once young child. I began to form my own opinions and think very intricately designed thoughts that were unlike most kids my fellow peers in respect to our varying teenage ages.

When I got to be a young adult at 18 my adoptive parents began slowly cracking, if that makes sense. They started to show their true colors and they began to become very emotionally vile.

My adoptive father would later go on to put me through domestic battery and assault and whenever I would call the police on him I'd either lack the evidence, have some kind of filmed video footage of me "instigating the entire situation and causing my **parents** harm, not them to me", or I would just be a guy in his 20s saying "oh my dad hit me" and the police would scoff, chuckle, and minimize my assault without openly doing all that.

So it took years and years of pestering my parents to give me any sense of independence. A shred of human decency to allow me to embark on my own path, as a young adult.

Mind you my adoptive father ran a disability organization for 30 years and as an adult child of an alcoholic and dysfunctional family, it always makes my blood boil knowing my dad knew I had some developmental delays with disability stuff and still went out of his way to beat the shit out of me and make me feel like someone that didn't deserve to live, while he advocated and lifted up the rest of his disabled clients.

Eventually I had to just say enough is enough. So while yes I know this wasn't the brightest idea I stole my dad's credit card information and self funded a roommate situation 2 or 3 years ago at 25 (27 now) and when I moved into the rental agreement I was just so dissociated.

I was resting so much, sleeping days and nights, nights and days away because of all the prolonged abuses that ranged from person to person, place to place, and a lot of it stemmed from my father.

To make a long story short I made the independent decision to detach from my abusive adoptive family with love and to practice some Buddhist precepts and ideas to come into my own.

And now that I successfully detached with love, and am experiencing this kind of cessation spiritual awakening, I am left with being a person; a person who had two biological parents come together to make a "whole" person, from seed to pregnancy, to then birth.

And it's really scary, feeling this separated from everyone, especially my adoptive parents, because while they still put me through physical & emotional abuse, they're still my parents, and I have nobody else in my life to be able to feel like I can have a support system and network with. As the year I moved out progressed into me renting a one bedroom apartment, I was still mentally reeling from all the abuse and said some out of character things about people I actually care about, and this has caused a rift between my social circle. So now I am left alone, and it's been so incredibly difficult to feel like I can leave the apartment. And do quite literally anything, anything at all.

My father is a former alcoholic, adult child of a dysfunctional family, and so I understand him and I both have our own respective traumas and set backs, and so I do not hold any of that against him. I just wish he could have worked on himself better, with therapy and life coaching before adopting me. Who knows, maybe if he did and then adopted me, none of this mess would have happened.

So I am asking for advice. On how to navigate and be able to merge and incorporate this sense of "cessation" and detaching with love towards my adoptive parents to now fully realize my own sense of self. And how I can find ways to cope with life and maybe find a friend group of some kind. Goodness, I can only hope for friends.

Thanks for reading and I'm sorry if this was a messy post. I just need some advice, quite badly.

Thanks

All the best

When Michael's mom apologized to Michael for not protecting him enough as a little kid during his dad's abuse I just seized and cried my eyes out. Just like Jackson I have endured physical and emotional abuse from my father and after being moved out into my own apartment there is still so much to unpack with therapy and general emotional processing.

When Michael said "It wasn't your fault" that's when I cried my most intense round of tears. I thought of my other parent who enabled it all but likely never appreciated my dad treating me that way but out of fear, letting it happen because they didn't want to face his wrath themselves. It's all really complicated and just..... Wow...... What a beautiful scene in a biopic movie about Jackson.

I don't know if I've ever cried at the movie theater before. Just such a beautiful movie. Wishing all the best to the movie's team of people.

I'm also really high on weed so please know I mean well by posting this, it may have been a high person report though, lmao.....

Hee hee!