We talk a lot about narcissistic parents, borderline outbursts, and the chaos of growing up in a volatile home. But what about the other side of the abuse spectrum? The one that doesn’t yell, doesn’t hit, doesn’t even seem to notice you exist unless you’re in the way?
I call it the .
The Gaze That Doesn’t Blink – On Living with the Dead Eye Stare r/deadeyes
You are real. You matter. And you don’t have to keep staring back into the void. We talk a lot about narcissistic parents, borderline
You know the one. It’s not anger. It’s not sadness. It’s absence . You could be pouring your heart out—crying, screaming, begging to be seen—and they just look through you like you’re a smudge on a window. Their eyes are open, sure. But there’s no one home. No flicker of recognition. No curiosity. No love. Just… stillness. Like a doll’s eyes. I call it the
Trigger warning: emotional neglect, dissociation
Stay awake, friends.