It's disgusting. I remember I stopped drawing although I loved it because my mother always invaded my personal space to screech her praises at the top of her lungs.
This is so sad, I am sorry
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It's disgusting. I remember I stopped drawing although I loved it because my mother always invaded my personal space to screech her praises at the top of her lungs.
As a kid I loved all the praise and positive attention I got for being good at drawing and reading. Too bad it was wrong of adults to say anything that made me feel "special".