It’s like your looking at pictures of a kid you vaguely recognize but can even remember them. “Where do I know that kid from??”
I don’t even have a connection to the memories I have as a child- or even a teenager for that matter.
there are no pictures of me as a child outside of school photos.
my siblings have BOXES of them. not me.
mom and dad said this to 12 year old me when asked why, “once you have two or three kids it gets tiring to take so many photos.”
I would hazard a guess that my extended family has more photos of me as a kid than I do. They can keep them along with all their toxic Christianity though.
I typed a lot but it was pretty incoherent so I’m just gonna say yeah, but more so via memories than pictures.
My only thought looking at pictures of young me is that I actually seemed happy…
I don’t have pictures of myself. I look at myself in every stage with disgust, from infancy to now. I know my mother has some, but she knows go keep them away from me as I will destroy them. I don’t want to see myself if I don’t have to, and I don’t have to. I look similar enough to my childhood self that I don’t want to see her either.
I don’t intend this to be flippant, but have you considered therapy to talk about why you feel this way?
Not flippant at all. I’m in therapy now actually. 🤗
That’s because that person is no longer you. You really don’t have anything in common with them any more. Just a healthy sign that you’ve grown beyond who you used to be and are able to reflect and realize that.
I’m trans so it’s not just the kid photos for me, even ones from as recent as four years ago give me this feeling. While I’m not yet out or passing, so other people still see me as I was and not as I will be, when I look at old photos I have issues recognizing myself, I just see a stranger. Something about the tiny little changes in the face that HRT does I guess.
I get that looking in the mirror
There’s a picture of me as an infant which everyone in my family says they were so happy when I was born. I look at the picture which everyone in my family loves, and I think I look depressed. Which makes sense, because I’ve been depressed my entire life. I can remember being 5 years old, and my parents getting me Super Mario 2, which was incredibly hard to find in 1988. And I love that game. I wanted that game. I begged for that game.
But I was having a bad day that day. I remember saying “I don’t deserve this. Other kids deserve this, but not me.”
And then my mom yelled at me. This was all recorded on VHS. Whenever I see the footage, I feel ashamed that I said that. Because here’s someone trying to show love to me, and here I am at 5 years old rejecting my own mother.
But as far as not connecting with those old photos and videos, no. I DO connect with those old photos and videos. I’m 41 years old, but I’m still the same depressed self hating individual. I only feel ashamed that I rejected someone who was trying to be nice to me.
Someone showing love for you shouldn’t yell at you because you are unhappy with the present. If they loved you they’d try to understand why.
I have been upset when someone didn’t like a present I got them, but I never shouted at them. And I’ve also been given out to when I didnt “appreciate “ a present I was given. I now think that’s more of a them problem than a me problem.
I did want the present. I did like the present. I just felt like I was unworthy of the present. I was being given a present that they went through a lot of effort to get (I genuinely can’t put into words how hard in 1988 it was to get that game to someone who isn’t familiar with the time period’s methods for acquiring such things). I just felt that other kids deserved it more than I did.
I did the same thing with food. I’d go to other friends houses, and they wouldn’t eat vegetables or whatever. So their parents would say things like “There are starving kids in Africa!”. I would overhear this, go back to my own house, and feel I was undeserving of food if there were starving kids in Africa, and here I was presented with a 4 coarse meal every night. Who was I to be special to have those options while others starved?
That’s how I felt about the game. Who was I to be deserving of this highly sought after game, which kids were literally killing each other for in poor neighborhoods, to just be given this game without earning it? What had I done to earn it? That’s what offended my mom into yelling. She went through all this trouble, and now I was saying “Woe is me to be given this gift”.
I don’t know how else to describe it, if I’m failing to do so.
Hey man. I’m not saying anything about how you reacted, that’s your own thing to work on and have a long look inside. I would recommend talking to a licensed therapist to help guide you.
My main point was about your mother’s reaction, which I don’t think was correct. And maybe she should also seek help in how she treats people.
It goes a step beyond for me.
I look at kid pictures of myself and think I was an ugly looking baby. Everyone else thinks I was cute. Which I take to mean everyone is being polite, but I couldn’t care less because I don’t remember being that kid whatsoever.
Everyone else thinks I was cute. Which I take to mean everyone is being polite
I don’t know if this helps, but someone who loves the adult-you will absolutely look at your baby photos through the same filter as they look at you now. They’ll see those photos as a little peek into the past of someone they already like. So you could genuinely be ugly as hell as a kid–but if they like you now, that’s not gonna matter to them, you’ll be cute.
This doesn’t have such a large age-gap, but someone I knew had a crush on me looked at my employee photo (that I fucking HATED) and decided they liked my “little smirk”. Why did they love the photo I hated? Because they had an emotional connection to me (on their side at least) anyhow.
Your sentiments are appreciated and we need more reminders like this out in the world in these dark times.
Yeah, family and loved ones will always have that bias because people are more than their physical appearance. Thoughts, attitudes, habits, feelings, kin. You love someone for all of those reasons and more.
But if I saw a doppelgänger child I’d be lying right to the parents faces to remain cordial.
YMMV. Highly subjective and all
All babies looks ugly to me… I think its a social construct to say babies are good looking…
Or maybe just a different “beauty” category.
All babies looks ugly to me
Yeah this is in line with how I see babies and kids, so that’s gonna explain some of it. It’s definitely an unwritten rule to say babies are cute.
Though my cousin had a couple kids and the youngest was the exception to the rule when he was like 2-6, just the cutest little thing.
So I don’t know.
Well why not? Some pretty ones should exist…
Plot twist, you were a cute baby but just have low self esteem.
I don’t take or look at pictures of myself. I’ve never felt value in that. I can often recall moments vaguely if I look at even my oldest pictures. I’m intuitively connected but not emotionally. I don’t have much nostalgic emotion.
Are you… me?
I’m five years in your future but I can’t tell you about it
And I guess you’re not nostalgic about me either :|
I used to feel that way about anything from more than a few years ago. I had to grow up fast, and so it was often easier to forget and move on than remember or even process anything. I grew up with too few memories of my childhood.
In order to become a more integrated self, it was necessary to face the past. It can be a difficult process.
Yes, and that’s why I don’t like looking at old pictures of me. I feel like old me isn’t the same thing as current me. It also sparks lots of Ship of Theseus type thoughts.
The atoms and cells the old me was built out of are mostly gone now. The emergent properties of that collection of brain cells is also different. Thoughts, beliefs, emotions, habits and attitudes have changed. The old me and new me are different parts of the same continuum. If we lived in the same time, everyone would consider us two different people.
