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She's refusing to do answer any of the questions I need for my routines so I can sleep/eat. She wouldn't answer my questions about my meal earlier, and now she's reusing to answer the questions I ask every night before bed so I can sleep. She started screaming at me that she was going to live her life how she wanted to and she didn't care about me and that I wasn't welcome in her house any more. They threaten to throw me out because of my mental health frequently but never go through with it, but it's so hurtful and terrifying. She's uses the excuse that she researched OCD online and that you're not supposed to help people with OCD with their routine because it perpetuates them, but it also says that if you already do this then you should lessen these things gradually, not refuse to help suddenly with no warning. There have been so many times I've had to miss work because of things she has done, and now I have a sleepless night ahead and probably won't be well enough to go in tomorrow. I just want to get away from her, she's toxic and abusive and awful and I can't do it anymore.

#personal

I don’t have a lot of energy left so I’m just going to bullet point what happened: - she was making my tea - I came into the kitchen - she touched some of the food with unwashed hands - I started panicking - she got angry and shouted at me and kept telling me to leave - she turned off the oven after I asked her not to which made me panic more - he coughed on my drinks so they also were contaminated - neither of them helped me as I had a panic attack - instead they shouted at me - they made me leave the kitchen and shut the door on me - I went upstairs and cut myself to try to calm myself down, which didn’t work - I collapsed at the top of the stairs, crying, with blood dripping off my arm - they could hear me crying from downstairs but ignored me - when she finally came upstairs her first reaction was “look” in an accusatory tone at the carpet beneath my arm because there was blood on it - she then used a clipped voice telling me to go and wash my arm and backed me into a corner of the hallway, which made me panic - she then went and cleaned the carpet, audibly tutting and sighing as she did so, whilst I was still crying in my room

Please can someone confirm for me that it isn’t normal for parents to hear their children crying and to ignore it? That it isn’t normal for people to get angry with people having a panic attack and to not help them in any way whatsoever? That it isn’t normal to see someone with blood dripping from their arm and get angry at them for staining the carpet when they are clearly not in a coherent and able state of mind? One half of my mind tells me that it’s not okay, but because it’s been happening for so long the other half tells me that it’s normal, that it’s all my fault. I deserve this.

And now I have no dinner. Again.

Update: she just came in and started shouting at me because I said I can't eat the food.

#personal

catgifcentral

…and she’s gone

woodelf68

Another victim of the Void.

snitchwillow

I love her facial expression right before she slips through lol. she just pauses and is like “welp, here I go, goodbye world”

link6echo-deactivated20181215

I woke my bf up by cackling for WAY too long over this

since-the-900s-deactivated20190

#smile #cat

So my pharmacy is really shit. I'm supposed to get my repeat prescriptions delivered to my house because I can't pick them up myself, due to my anxiety. But they are always late. Or don't come at all. So in left without my medication, which I need, and I can't complain or ask them about it because I can't phone them because of my anxiety (which is what my medication is treating). So I can't get the medication that I need for my anxiety because of my anxiety. So I've asked my mum to complain, and she basically told me that it's my own fault and it's my responsibility to tell them when they haven't done their jobs, despite he fact that my mental health disables me from being able to do that. Plus, it shouldn't be my responsibility in the first place for the pharmacists to do their jobs correctly. It makes me worried for other people who use that pharmacist and need medication daily but don't always get it. So my mum has refused to complain and now I feel like it's my fault, which is ridiculous, but she likes to blame me for everything and make me feel like everything is my fault so I guess thinking everything is my fault is my default in any situation. I just want my medication to come on time so I don't have days without it.

#personal #medication

bananajeph-deactivated20180116

“van gogh ate yellow paint because-” he was suicidal, karen

boggblog

“If Van Goah had antidepressants, we wouldn’t have his artwo-” We’d have a lot more of his work, Karen, and who the fuck cares about what we get from him he deserved to be well, karen.

arrowdite

itsagifnotagif

I actually have so much love for dogs

#smile

tastefullyoffensive

(via BurkhartAdriana)

Perform your own autopsy

psychotichvt

scully ghostwrote this

#omg #scully #x files

writing-while-female

IF WOMEN WROTE MEN THE WAY MEN WRITE WOMEN

“Brett pulled his tank top up over his head and stared at himself in the full-length mirror. He pushed down his jeans, then his boxers, and imagined the moment when Jennifer saw him nude for the first time. His feet were average-sized, and there was hair on his toes that he should probably take care of before tonight. He liked his legs just fine, but his thighs were wide and embarrassingly muscular. He tried standing at an angle, a twist at his waist. Some improvement. In that position, it was easier to see his ass and notice that it was not as pert as it had been at 22. He clenched both cheeks, hoping that tightened its look. He sucked in his tummy and pulled his pecs up high, trying to present them like pastries in a bakery window. Would she like him? Were the goods good enough? He pouted his lips and ran his hands over his thighs, masking their expanse. Maybe.”

“There is a particular look about a teenage boy that lets you know what kind of man he’ll be. A certain fullness of lips, a frank sensuality in his gaze. We all know what the word for that is, but it’s not polite to use it until he’s proven he’s that kind of boy.”

“But I don’t get it!” Shea was panting, trying to catch up to Michael as he fled. “The monster ate everyone else. How did you escape?”

Michael reached the boat first, flinging himself in. He waited for Shea to follow him and take the oars, guiding them smoothly away from the shore.

“It’s because I was different from the other boys,” he said, pushing his hair behind his ear and looking away.

“What do you mean, different?” Shea’s muscles rippled and flexed as she rowed them to safety, and Michael could not tear his eyes away.

“Different. Pure, the monster said. Because I’m… I’ve never…” He looked away again, and the moonlight caught on his throat, outlined his clavicle.

“You’re a virgin,” Shea said, realization dawning. “What a waste.”

Michael blushed.

“If we get out of this alive,“ she said. “I’m going to fix that.”

Do go and read the others, they’re brilliant.

https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/if-women-wrote-men-the-way-men-write-women

dduane

(snort)

leupagus

Lol so many replies to this are dudes getting mad

thepaisleyelf

have I talked about how my two cats love each other so much and they literally do everything together and they’re always piled all over each other like