A lesson some need to learn
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I didn't even notice that smh my head
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That's why I never apologize!
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I think that's just one notch above what's necessary.
An apology is a promise to [try to] do better next time.
You might fail again, but it doesn't mean you did the wrong thing, necessarily. But if you didn't even try, then
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Username checks out.
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"I'm sorry, that's just the way I am!"
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That's the neat part!
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I don't know that I agree that you have to but sure that's not an unreasonable policy either. I guess it depends on the specifics for me.
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Oh you've met my "supervisor" Dave?
Why is "supervisor" in quotes? You'd know if you knew Dave.
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I tried teaching my mom that and that did not go well.
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Yeah, as a kid I had serious struggles with certain things and my parents eventually started getting angry at my apologies. That was a parenting decision of theirs that went quite poorly for me.
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"I know what I am" - princess pony head
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There are three critical parts to an apology. You have to feel regret/remorse, accept guilt and make an effort to correct it/make sure it never happens again.
If all three aren't present every time then someone isn't sorry. If they say sorry and don't make it right or make reasonable actions to ensure it doesn't happen again then they are a liar and poor company to keep.
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parenting decision of theirs
What do you mean their decision was? Did they make you promise to do better next time? Curious, as I'm a parent.
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Not believing that I was trying to do better. I was suffering from adhd (diagnosed) and depression symptoms so my tripping points were largely in my own head.
The fact is they didn't know how to help. The fact is I was a teenager going through shit I didn't have the words for. We were all lost and confused. But like clockwork every report card came with a lecture to the point of me sobbing, swearing I'd do better, and eventually self harming to make it stop. But I'd be told that I had meds so I can't blame my mental illness, and my parents had it too and no meds so they know I'm able to do it. Eventually my father got to the point of loudly giving up on me every semester.
Idk if that helps, but yeah, it was bad enough that as an adult I've had a few full on flashbacks to that time, and had to spend quite a bit of effort on healing from it.
