So, I’ve been thinking about Brett from inside job and one thing is confusing me big time that no one is talking about.
Bret has a sister. It’s very obvious that Bret had a sister, you can see her in this picture. But in the heart wrenching birthday scene that we all know he doesn’t mention her?
She’s clearly in the portrait behind him. But, he only asks the butler about his brothers? His parents are on a trip, his brothers are in military school and rehab, but what about his sister? What happened to her? WHY DOESN’T HE ASK ABOUT HER? Was she already there? Did she just leave? Did she die???? I don’t know. Does anyone know? Am I just stupid? Lmk what you guys think.
It seems like, out of all of his siblings, Brett was the only one to turn out relatively successful, since his older brothers got sent to military school and rehab. This leads me to think that the parents mistreated them, too, but instead of neglecting them like they did to Brett, they might have been victims of psychological or emotional abuse.
In a lot of abusive households, one of the kids is often mistreated to be set as an “example” of what the others will suffer if they disobey the parents. Maybe they were pressuring the older kids into success (especially since the dad said “all of my kids are champions… except for Brett”).
So, for the sister, part of me wonders if she was driven to self destructive behavior… and didn’t survive it. Perhaps drug usage led to an overdose? Maybe she suffered similar psychological problems to Brett and was led to something no worse?
I am sorry if is just a silly sketch but sometimes you don’t to healing alone and there are probably closed people around you that might be in the same situation. you aren’t alone
I just I always feel people portray depression only to only one member of the family and is always young people and havent consider how sometimes parents or other adults deal with depression. The whole concept of a family healing hit me way too much to home. Because when I was in my worst days I wasnt alone. I wasnt the only one who deal with stuff. My family was there understand me and relate to me. What I am trying to say is that you arent alone. They must be people who you are close that have deal with the same as you and you didnt knew. That heal with somebody else is a beautiful experience even if it can hurt and they will be good and bad days. Somebody always be there and I do hope everybody out there can heal in company.
I am sorry if is just a silly sketch but sometimes you don’t to healing alone and there are probably closed people around you that might be in the same situation. you aren’t alone
Oh great they’re valuing about me fun. I get it, I do. I know there’s lots of bad men out there. I know a lot of people have trauma from men. I’m not trying to deny any of these things, and I understand fully that many women especially have to be careful around men or cautious in general.
I’m just saying men aren’t inherently evil, and it’s really fucked up to shame people for loving men (especially prominent in bisexual circles). As a trans guy, a lot of this stuff has been harmful enough to me that I ended up deleting social media such as Twitter because the “I’m inherently evil and the world doesn’t benefit from me being here” thought process I, someone who already has mental health issues and a history of s-h, I gained from this rhetoric on there nearly caused me to attempt. Again. Like, I need people to understand this stuff isn’t harming the bad men, they don’t care. It’s harming the trans guys, and gay men, and so on. Especially minority men.
I don’t know how to word everything well, I know I’m probably making mistakes. But genuinely I just want people to be kinder to others. And not encourage suicide, like I’ve seen several people on tumblr do already.
I have a long history with self-harm. During my senior year of high school, I got my first tattoo on my two year anniversary of not self-harming. Five weeks before my three year anniversary, I relapsed.
Three years ago I ran into someone that I hadn’t seen for a few years at a mall. I had imagined running into this person hundreds of times. But it hurt more than I thought it would. After saying goodbye, it was all I could do to not cry as my brother and I continued walking around. Tears filled my eyes and my voice broke each time I tried to speak. In one store, the cashier said she was in a fandom that I was wearing a necklace for and we talked for a little while. I wondered if she was talking to me because she could tell that I was so upset. I cried, silently, the whole way home and played songs that reflected how I felt. In the shower that night, like so many other nights, I cried the entire time. I was mad at myself for being so sad. So, I took my anger out on myself. Afterwards, I was even more mad at myself for doing it.
*Side note: I do not blame this person, or anyone else, for me self-harming.
In a way, I feel like I owe this person a “thank you” for kind of pushing me back into recovery. These last three years have not been easy. The thought and urge is almost always there. I didn’t really think I’d be able to make it to a three year anniversary. I thought for sure that I’d relapse. But I haven’t.
