A little background about myself; I grew up in a broken family and didn’t have the best childhood.
My dad often raised his voice at the smallest matter. It affected me to deeply that whenever someone raised their voices at me, I’d be overwhelmed with fear thinking that I’ve done something wrong.
As for my mum, she’d always talk down to me. Her words were filled with sarcasm, negativity and comparison. Unknowingly, as a child, her words began to shape my identity.
Gradually, I picked up those characteristics from my parents. I thought by speaking harshly to my loved ones is normal and in fact, it is the best way to correct them or be their mirror holder.
I began talking down to people who were younger than me, assuming that being older means I have more life experiences to offer.
I never felt there was anything wrong in my speech especially since it was towards pe