I want to add, the fist time i binge ate, i was 8 years old. My guardian had a snack draw, full of all the 90s kid corn syrup you could want. We were to pack two for our lunches each day. My guardian was a severe misogynist, and even at 8, i was angry all the fat boys in media were clowns and funny and liked, and the fat girls were basically conveyed as trolls.
I remember hearing “growing boys need to eat”, and at 8(edit maybe i was 10), i thought, im growing too, why cant i eat? And i ate up that snack draw. It was my first protest to “girls should only eat things they look cute eating”.
I like to think if i had a proper mother maybe that wouldnt have happened. But the mother i had, i saw once a month and didnt eat ant veggies, was thin, but meat and potatoes is all she ever ate, water tasted bad to her and she only drank coffee. She was never a big part of my life. But my misogynist guardian was, and thus began my disorder. “Mayo puts hair on your chest; women are weak and stupid, i dont date fat women” ect I would hear and it would piss me off. I got fat, and i was the “daughter” he didnt rape. It protected me, in a way, but ive a mouth and i wish he would have tried, i could have gotten us kids out sooner.
As a teen hed throw fast food at me and call me names while i was confined to my room, not even allowed out by the end, to use the bathroom.
I have c-ptsd, and now at 37 still fucking stuggle with it.
I just wish i could live somewhere walkable, and i miss my 20s when i did live in a place like that.
Your husband could try and get a job in Europe. Here in flanders there’s quite a lot of walkability. They are creating bike lanes. I’m lucky that I can bike to work 15 km without interacting much with cars.
I could suggest Indonesia, for 100k euros you have a nice apartment with access to a gym and swimming pool. But I don’t know about the needs of your child. They don’t really speak English there either, but Bahasa is pretty easy to learn.
Personally I’d go to Batam, Indonesia. Right under Singapore. Live in the center.
For walkability it’s bad there kinda. And hot. Be careful of things like construction work. Can’t really know if it’s all safe.
I want to add, the fist time i binge ate, i was 8 years old. My guardian had a snack draw, full of all the 90s kid corn syrup you could want. We were to pack two for our lunches each day. My guardian was a severe misogynist, and even at 8, i was angry all the fat boys in media were clowns and funny and liked, and the fat girls were basically conveyed as trolls.
I remember hearing “growing boys need to eat”, and at 8(edit maybe i was 10), i thought, im growing too, why cant i eat? And i ate up that snack draw. It was my first protest to “girls should only eat things they look cute eating”.
I like to think if i had a proper mother maybe that wouldnt have happened. But the mother i had, i saw once a month and didnt eat ant veggies, was thin, but meat and potatoes is all she ever ate, water tasted bad to her and she only drank coffee. She was never a big part of my life. But my misogynist guardian was, and thus began my disorder. “Mayo puts hair on your chest; women are weak and stupid, i dont date fat women” ect I would hear and it would piss me off. I got fat, and i was the “daughter” he didnt rape. It protected me, in a way, but ive a mouth and i wish he would have tried, i could have gotten us kids out sooner.
As a teen hed throw fast food at me and call me names while i was confined to my room, not even allowed out by the end, to use the bathroom.
I have c-ptsd, and now at 37 still fucking stuggle with it. I just wish i could live somewhere walkable, and i miss my 20s when i did live in a place like that.
Shoulda just killed him to be honest, but oh well
Your husband could try and get a job in Europe. Here in flanders there’s quite a lot of walkability. They are creating bike lanes. I’m lucky that I can bike to work 15 km without interacting much with cars.
I could suggest Indonesia, for 100k euros you have a nice apartment with access to a gym and swimming pool. But I don’t know about the needs of your child. They don’t really speak English there either, but Bahasa is pretty easy to learn.
Personally I’d go to Batam, Indonesia. Right under Singapore. Live in the center.
For walkability it’s bad there kinda. And hot. Be careful of things like construction work. Can’t really know if it’s all safe.
The solution is not moving country. God if it were that easy.