Emotional Retards

It has been a while since I wrote anything. My return to blogging comes with new inspiration and a new direction. I am not abandoning my previous blogs, but the current space I am in warrants a new designation for the raw and unfiltered pieces I will be writing. My new blog, titled Diary of a Mad Black Man, is not an attempt to establish some alter ego that people refer to when they want to be braver. I do not lack bravery, but I do lack patience for foolery. One can consider this blog my attempt to release steam or what some may call frustration😅. My experiences have taught me it is best to write my thoughts down than acting them out as an emotional retard. Unfortunately, I must admit that this rawer unfiltered blog is the more authentic me. I do not consider myself a bad person, but I am not much of a nice person either. Most days, I would prefer to tell someone to go to hell than to say hello or offer a backhand instead of a helping hand. Basically, when the serenity prayer has failed me, I am more likely to write under my Diary of a Mad Black Man blog. Now that we have dotted our I's and crossed our T's, let us dive in. 

Throughout my life, I have been overly exposed to emotional retards. These are individuals who emotionally vomit🤮 on the people around them. Their inability to control their emotions, to set and respect boundaries makes them unsafe people. They will tell you anything to get what they want. However, one cannot fault these retards too much because, as with most retarded people, they do not know they are retarded. Their ignorance sets them free to travel around✈️, destroying one life after another. One may ask the question, how does a person become an emotional retard. Emotional retards are not born. They are creations and, in many cases, groomed by their emotionally retarded parent(s). These individuals tend to grow up in homes where their emotional needs are not met, or an immature, probably narcissistic parent stunts their emotional development.

My first exposure to an emotionally retard was my bible-thumping, false prophet sperm donor father, who we will refer to as Senior. Oh yes, I forgot. With this blog, I will be drawing lines in the sand. I am purposely making sure that certain bridges are burned down for good. And if you are a hater that always reads my shit but never comments and acts like you do not keep track of what I am doing, send Senior a copy for me. You messy little 🤬. If at any time you are directly referenced by anything I write under this blog, it means you are dead to me. And if you are mad, repent because you know you are guilty. Ask God to forgive you for the fraudulence that summarizes your existence. Gone are the days of protecting our abusers. 

I know you probably sense I am mad at Senior, but I am not. Really, I am not mad at Senior. It just so happens that Senior is the genesis of my exposure to an emotional retard. A case study this good going on sixty years is more than worthy of a blog, but this is not solely about Senior. I am writing for all the emotional retards around the world. Lighters up because this is your day. Another disclaimer🛑, if anything I say offends you, stop reading because it might get worse. Now back to regularly scheduled programming. Senior, yes, he never developed emotions past the age of six. He was once a victim of harsh unfortunate circumstances. It was not Senior's fault he became an emotional retard. 

Once upon a time, he was a victim before he started collecting bodies of his own. Senior like most emotional retards are trapped in a place in time when their emotions never fully developed. Poor guy did not learn how to cope as a child and appropriately manage his feelings. As a result, Senior unconsciously decides that he will get married, start a family, and dump his emotional baggage on his wife and children. Senior was no ordinary womanizer and deadbeat dad. Senior was ambitious. He was called by the almighty God himself to lead his people to salvation. Yes, this preacher at day, abuser come evening and adulterer by night made a career out of being the opposite of everything he preached. Senior's constant need for admiration and praise everywhere he preached was his way of filling emotional deficits from a childhood that left him starving for love and validation. The church became his sandbox.

Sadly, our little emotional retard never would face his demons, so he became them. Emotional retards like Senior do not take responsibility for their actions, and they are always too busy blaming the world and everyone else for not giving them a fair chance. People like Senior think they are special, and the rules do not apply to them. For emotional retards, logic comes secondary to whatever they are feeling in that moment. Once they have screwed you over, they search their minds looking for a way to say their behavior is someone else's fault. When they cannot find someone to blame, they then develop fantom illnesses to explain why they behaved so poorly. "Something was wrong with my heart." "I was going through a depression. "I was fighting for my life." "I did not know what was happening." "I thought someone else would help. 😩" 

They search everywhere for an excuse for inexcusable behavior. One of their favorite lines is "that was the past." Emotional retards are notorious for making promises they cannot keep, and they seem to think that if they mean it at the time, that will suffice for future shortcomings.😑 Waiting for an emotional retard to grow up is like watching a hamster in a wheel, and only a few grow up. Emotional retards are wounded soldiers. They lost a battle that began in their early developmental years. Santa never came, daddy likely did not either, or he probably was drunk if he did. Whatever the circumstance, these wounded warriors never entered the grievance phase to facilitate moving on from past childhood traumas. 

Emotional retards will continue to fight old battles they already lost. Their childhood is over, but the kid in them is not having it. The parental dysfunction that conquered emotional retards like Senior is long gone, retired, or even in some cases, dead.🤷🏾‍♂️ However, the wounded warriors still want to fight. With no relevant opponent, these professional victims fight whoever is around them, usually their "loved" ones. Individuals tend to endure the recklessness of these warriors because they see them as stable beings, capable of rational behavior. However, as in the case of Senior, he rides the little bus.

The careless parent(s) that raise emotional retards do not guide their children and teach them how to regulate their emotions. Much like teaching a child how to clean themselves, children need to be trained to identify what they feel appropriately. Children then must be taught how to cope with unfortunate and adverse experiences. They should be instructed on the importance of letting go and moving on. Also, they should be encouraged to remember the terrible feelings they experienced so that they do not further inflict that pain on themselves and, more importantly, everybody else. Lastly, they should be taught that the world does not owe them anything. Unfortunately, emotional retards are not likely to acquire the tools to overcome emotional retardation. It is up to us to stop enabling them and stop protecting them. I just outed one. Now, it is your turn...