“Childish” is a touchy term. I don’t mean to be judgmental. I’m pointing toward the way we carry a child’s needs into our adult lives under certain traumatic conditions.
This one’s an edgy post. My thoughts are even more raw than usual, and I really spoke off the cuff about broad topics involving trauma, personality, and maturing into adulthood.
It might not land well. I might be over-generalizing. Or it might hit too close to an unsolvable social problem?
I’m gonna share it anyway. Because it’s important somehow…I know that. Even if I didn’t get it right on the first try.
If you love it or hate it, you know where the comment button is ❤️
The isolation of education...creates childish adults?