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I have no personal property at home, not even a pen.

Instead, he gave me a plastic bag.

Oh, even though his child was wrong, he still defended him? Why didn't you remind him that he was wrong? Oh yeah, my mother told me to.

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He casually said, "Yes, with ****" (my nephew's name)

But what was my mother's response? She said "JUST EAT IT"

I was once angry about this because I couldn't stand it anymore, initially my little sister said "Mom, I want this" while pointing at my snack plastic bag.

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I said "No, that's mine"

I'm getting angrier, not about whether it's replaced or not, but about the ethics of wanting something that belongs to someone else. My little brother is already in junior high school and still doesn't understand things like that! And he's used to running away from responsibility, hiding behind his mother's back. I'm worried that it will be carried over until he grows up, afraid that he will continue to be like that.

I screamed loudly, I scolded my sister for being rude. My mother defended her.

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"IT'S ME WHO EATS, NOT ***" (name of younger sibling)

That night my little brother slept on the balcony outside on his own accord. FYI, he shared a room with me...

I tried to stay calm, still asked my sister carefully. "Brother, where's your food?"

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I still remember, at that time I bought a lot of snacks from my own pocket money. I deliberately wanted to stock up for the next few days.

ALLOWED TO STEAL

Then he came back to my room, threw 10 thousand rupiahs on the bed. I felt so insulted, like a beggar.

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When I got home, my friend immediately chatted me and asked me to take them to a photocopy shop. After returning from the photocopy shop, in less than 20 minutes all my snacks were gone.

I was getting more annoyed, I said that my little brother was wrong. But my mother said lightly, "DOG, GET OFF SIA (you), YOU FUCKING GUY ONLY *DAHAREUN SAKIT THAT (That much food), STUPID CHILD"

Instead, he went downstairs and said, "Mom, my brother wants to be replaced."

I’m wondering about attachment and transference with the therapist and the idea of escape and fantasy? How much do you think your strong feelings, constant thoughts, desires to be with your therapist are a way to escape from your present life? I wonder if the transference serves another purpose than to show us our wounds and/or past experiences, but is a present coping strategy for managing what we don’t want to face (even if unconsciously) in the present—-current relationships, life circumstances, etc. Can anyone relate to this concept of escape in relation to their therapy relationship? How does this play out for you?

Since the beginning, whenever I have food, there is always someone who eats it. What is mine is theirs, what is theirs is not mine.

I was silent, I was there, why didn't he ask me directly? Yes, because he knew I wouldn't give permission.

My mother was silent, her eyes glaring at me.

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I was furious, "WHY DARE YOU TAKE PEOPLE'S FOOD? YOU'RE A THIEF"

"YOU ATE IT ALL?" I asked, I thought just one or two would be fine, this is all there is left is the mizone.

It's not that he's stingy, he asked that while we were in the car, while I wanted to eat snacks together at home.

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