The 90s. We saw the goatse guy on our school computers.
I am desensitized to most things now. But it also taught little autistic me how to converse with people in a way that wasn’t excruciatingly stressful. I miss the chatrooms of days yonder. It also taught me to lie about my identity on the net. I never use real info, so my internet footprint is tiny.
So you aren’t DLSchichtl?
I am not!
Even as a young teenager, I was building my own computers. If my parents wanted to use the computer, they had to use mine. They had the gall to install a cybernanny program on it to keep me from ‘the bad stuff’. I quickly figured out a backdoor through it and made it obsolete. The worst thing is I knew my dad was watching porn on it cause he clearly wasn’t browsing in private or clearing the browser history when he was done. Goddammit and I was supposedly the immature one.
Ever notice how it’s always the moralizers who most egregiously break their own rules?
Moralizing is a sign of moral failure. Those with a strong sense of right and wrong are concerned with things that actually help or hurt people, not trifles like online pictures of naked women.
You should have played the uno reverse card and make your dad use the Pc with cybernanny active.
It didn’t really mess me up, I just don’t feel any empathy for other people any more… 🤷
The internet gave me a mommy fetish and I no longer look at some pokemon and tails the same
Early 2000s for me, I still bring up one of the videos in therapy. (For those who know, it was leaked video with the machete.) That description might not really narrow it down, but it should give you an idea of the climate at the time.
I know exactly what video you’re referring to. And the sounds.
You’re not alone in your trauma.
Back in the old days between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis, and the rise of the sons of Aryas, we had to get our irreversible psychological damage locally, usually from abusive and handsy grown-ups who we were promised were trustworthy.
The internet (and ubiquity of smart phones) has actually been a factor in uncovering that yeah daddy wasn’t the only one kids had to hide from when he came home drunk. And the neighborhood police officers routinely beat the crap out of nonwhite teens minding their own business, sometimes shooting one while unarmed and not resisting.
That said, I’m pretty sure irreversible psychological damage is intergenerational. Greatests and Silents had gone mad from industry and isolation and passed their abuse to boomers further broken from overwork. Gen X was broken from expectations and neglect, and millinnials and zoomers are dealing with a failing society, a failing economy and a failing ecology.
My grandkid’s adult life is going to be shaped by multiple apocalyptic events, but probably slow ones like famine and forced climate migration.
child in the 2010s
Welp, I’m old. Late 90s/early 00s were my formative trauma years 😩
A saw an Asian lady step on a kittens (live) skull in high heels… that shit is still with me
I’m psychologically okay but God damn did the internet leave some scars
That stuff still haunts me… does not help my hope for humanity at all
Omg… I have seen people die in gruesome ways but that somehow sound worse.
Yeah I’d take chainsaw execution over killing small animals indiscriminately…
Hello there. Furaffinity.
Finding a lot of 2000s punk was cool though
It was my only form of education as my school at the time barely had a curriculum so it’s hard to say.
mid to late 2000s for me. though i have always been extremely careful and only started interacting with strangers on the internet in the 2010s after i was an adult.
…maybe i am smart
I turned out fine
I turned out alright too
Worst I saw were the pokemon creepypastas as a kid but that’s it
I turned out broken as hell, but it’s because of stuff that happened offlihe. The Internet was the only place I could go where I would be at least somewhat accepted.
Those cartel victims
Footage from the Chechen war
Horrifically injured animals
Later, ISIS executions
I didn’t really go out looking for it. You’d just stumble across it pretty much everywhere.
I don’t think it really desensitized me. Possibly the opposite. If I drive past an accident, I make a conscious effort to keep the scene out of my field of view.
