01/03/2026
Generation X was taught to be self-sufficient long before we were ready.
We learned to parent not only ourselves, but our siblings and friends. We learned how to cook, do laundry, and quietly carry the emotional weight of our parents as they tried to navigate a world they didn’t understand.
We were the generation that came to disrupt the world—slowly, quietly at first.
It began as a ripple. A whisper inside us saying, this feels wrong… this shouldn’t be on my shoulders.
We were parentified children raising children without knowledge, guidance, or safety. So we did the only thing we could—we chose opposite. We raised ourselves to believe our opinions mattered. We began speaking about abuse instead of hiding behind its effects. We asked questions. We stretched our minds. We searched for better ways of living.
And now, as we approach our half-centuries, we are standing up.
We are the Disrupters.
You created us—and now you don’t like what you see.
We ask only for what is rightfully ours. We have earned the respect we seek. We are doing the healing you could not—or would not—do. We asked the hard questions while you buried your head in the sand, unable to face your own upbringing and pain.
We carried loads that were never ours to hold, yet we grew beneath their weight. Some of us have shed the coats you gave us—coats that were stained, ill-fitting, and heavy with expectation.
It’s important to know this: as Disrupters, we do not hate our families or our loved ones. And when we choose no contact, it is not out of cruelty—it is out of self-preservation. We can no longer allow generations of unexamined programming to erode our being.
You wanted better for us—until it challenged your internal structure.
Then we were labeled rebellious. Difficult. Mean.
We are none of those things.
We simply grew through what we were given.
We watched mothers cry under abuse and disrespect. We watched men dominate not always with hands, but with words, silence, and emotional control.
I am a proud latch-key kid, raised by incredible brothers. My parents struggled my entire life—and still cannot look at their part in my journey.
You don’t like what you see because we are different.
We saw your struggle. We saw your pain. And we made a choice.
We chose different—for ourselves and for our children. And every day, we continue to choose differently, knowing how easy it is to fall back into familiar patterns.
Generation X opened a door our children will walk through.
We had to disrupt so the world could widen. Without the crack we created, the light could not enter.
So if you are Gen X and struggling with a family relationship that feels forced, hollow, or misaligned—know this:
You, too, are a Disrupter.
And maybe it’s time to ask yourself how you will let the light shine even brighter into this world.
When you’re ready to start doing whats right for you - come see me. I will guide you with my own light until you can see your own.
