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It doesn’t matter if your abuser is blood related. It doesn’t matter if your abuser is mentally ill. It doesn’t matter if your abuser was abused themselves. You are under no obligation to forgive them and you are allowed to be angry. You are justified in how you feel, and you are valid.
you can’t be traumatized if you repress all your memories
Rejected anthology submission
relatable
People always say that what goes around comes around… those people have no idea how unfair life truly is.
someone: *wants to care for me and love me w their whole heart* my damaged ass:
Shoutout to the survivors of hidden, unconventional, or non-blatant abuse.
To those whose abusers constantly threatened but rarely acted on their words.
To those whose abusers would treat them well at times.
To those whose abusers would tell them the abuse was “for the best”, “out of love”, or “in your best interest”.
To those whose abusers told them the abuse was just a “joke”, or “prank” or “game”.
To those whose abusers would stop talking to them as a form of punishment.
To those whose abusers would still feed and shelter them, yet completely emotionally neglect them.
To those whose abusers gaslighted them into believing the abuse never happened.
To those whose abusers used uncommon techniques or methods to hurt them.
To those whose abuse was swept under the rug because it was ‘unbelievable’ or ‘impossible’.
To those who do not have proof of the abuse they endured.
Have you always believed the abuse was actually normal parenting? Me too. Do you feel like you’re making it up, or exaggerating stuff? Me too.
Guess what? Those are lies. Your abuse is valid. Your pain is valid. You are not fake. You are not alone.
does anyone have advice for csa survivors going to the gynecologist for the first time? i have some really bad hormonal problems and awful cramps, and i know that i need to get checked out, but i'm fucking terrified
when u know the way ur dad acts is because of his own unresolved issues/trauma but at the same time u know u dont deserve to be treated the way ur being treated but u cant do anything abt it
I airdropped this picture to some guy on he subway and he stared at it for a solid two minutes before slowly hitting decline
cptsd moodboard
the two moods
this is cptsd personified
One of the things that I think is probably a Trauma Thing™ that I have a hard time explaining to other people is that, from the outside, my judgement of others can seem very black and white. And sometimes it appears as if I’m not viewing individuals or groups with enough nuance.
But it’s not the same sort of childlike contrast of Good and Bad. It’s a protective sorting strategy for the basics of survival– Safe and Not Safe.
And it took a very long time to learn that I’m not obligated to spend time, emotional labor, energy, and sacrifice myself for people who are not safe. When I decide that someone is not worth engaging with, that’s not a universal condemnation of their humanity in the way I think some people assume. It’s just basic self care in deciding that my safety is important.
It really sucks how, when you grew up in an abusive household, you stay programmed like that into adulthood.
You forget you’re allowed to go outside without permission and needing to spell out EXACTLY where you’re going.
You can pick out the food YOU want to eat, clothes YOU want to wear, and the haircut YOU want to have.
You can turn the TV on to shows YOU want to watch.
You can listen to music YOU want to listen to.
You don’t have to walk on eggshells and cater your behavior to someone else’s liking to avoid being physically and/or mentally abused.
hey so is calling your child "slave" normal or is this another fucked up thing that i thought every parent did
you give me a bowl of candies and tell me that 80% are m&ms and 20% are skittles. I take one and it eat it. skittle. I grab a handful and eat them all at once. all skittles. I grab another handful and eat them one at a time. all skittles. you take 3 out and hand them to me, assuring me that they must be m&ms. they’re all skittles.
at this point, I’m likely to start believing that you have lied to me. it seems like the statistics must be the other way around, or maybe there are no m&ms at all.
at this point, I start expecting skittles. and I get them, every time.
I finally taste chocolate and spit it out. I wasn’t expecting it anymore and I’m not sure if I can even believe my own mouth.
this is why victims of repeated traumas don’t know how to react to good people.
