#relationshiptrauma

[kenneth424]

For myself but for others as well

[laurenlcsw]

Shout it from the fucking rooftops, friends. It. Is. Okay. To. Be. Needy. All needy means is that you have needs that aren’t totally being met. As @notesfromyourtherapist says beautifully in this image : People are built for emotional needs - it’s what defines being human. #relationshipquotes #relationships #needs #needy #needygirlfriend #needypeople #needypartner #needyboyfriend #selfcare #selflove #love #attachment #trauma #attachmenttrauma #relationshiptrauma #breakupquotes #breakup #breakups https://www.instagram.com/p/BtkGRCdnMvB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ufq8g6au29l

[robynfirtel]

Healing Relationship Trauma Through Self-Awareness and Therapy: How It Works

Explore how trauma therapy fosters self-awareness, helping individuals understand emotions, heal past wounds, and build healthier relationsh

[joelekm]

How Betrayal Trauma Shatters Your Life and How to Heal from It | Fearless Love

I recently watched this insightful conversation featuring Giani Adamo and Tishai Wright on betrayal trauma and healing. The video explores how betrayal can impact the mind, body, and relationships, while providing helpful guidance on rebuilding trust, setting boundaries, and moving forward with strength.

[joelekm]

The Trauma You Ignored Is Controlling Your Life — Here's the Truth | Fearless Love

Struggling with betrayal trauma? Tshai Wright and Jianny Adamo uncover the hidden pain of childhood wounds and generational trauma. Learn how these experiences affect adult relationships and find insights on healing and reclaiming emotional freedom.

[joelekm]

The Trauma You Ignored Is Controlling Your Life — Here's the Truth | Fearless Love

The trauma you ignored is still running the show. Learn how betrayal trauma shapes your trust, choices, and relationships. Watch to finally face it, heal it, and take your life back.

[emotionalghostown]

The dare (TW)

This story takes me back to undergrad — senior year, spring semester. By then, I’d earned enough credits to relax a little, so I was basically on a self-imposed break. Every night was an excuse to go out, drink, and laugh with my friends.

In that group, two people stood out: Mal and Andy.

Mal was my favorite — the nerdiest, sweetest, most awkward lesbian I’d ever met. We clicked instantly. She was one of those people who radiated comfort, always around for a laugh or a ridiculous late-night conversation. For context, I’m pansexual, and most of my friends then (and now) are LGBTQ+. Believe me, I have plenty of stories about that part of my life. But that’s for another day.

Then there was Andy. Tall, skinny, blond, blue-eyed — the kind of shy, musical type who played the piano like it was breathing. And if you’ve read my other posts, you already know I had a bit of a colonizer complex back then. (Sorry, Mom. Sorry, Dad. I’ve grown, I swear.) But at the time, his type was my kryptonite, and I’d caught myself crushing on him more than once.

We partied at his place often, and this time it was his birthday. It was a massive party. Everyone got absolutely hammered. As people drifted off to bed, I found out my sleeping spot had been set up in his room. Too drunk to care, I collapsed and passed out before the party even ended.

Later that night, I felt someone climb into bed. It was Andy, slipping in beside me. What happened next was a blur — I wasn’t fully conscious, much less able to consent. We had sex, but on my end, it was hazy, unwanted, and wrong.

The next few days were chaos. I was shattered, crying at random times, barely keeping it together while still having to see him every day. He acted like I’d rejected him — like he was the one who’d been ghosted after a casual hookup. The sheer audacity of it was nauseating. My friends took his side, and suddenly I was the outcast — blamed, dismissed, and alone.

Months later, the final blow came. The few friends I still had told me what really happened: Mal and Andy had made a dare. A childish, disgusting game to see who could score more hookups — and I was their special little dare.

I wasn’t a person to them. Just a challenge. A game. A punchline.

That night, and the months that followed, shattered something in me. I learned how betrayal feels when it comes from people you trusted, people you considered friends. I had to face the horrifying reality that I’d been violated, that I’d experienced something no one should ever have to endure. The worst part was the twisted guilt, the battle in my own mind. I had been violated, but not in a way that was easy to categorize or even easy to say. It left me grappling with questions I never wanted to ask myself, left me blaming myself for something I’d had no control over.

But I came out of it with hard lessons. This experience stripped away my naivety and taught me that cruelty sometimes hides behind friendly faces, and that betrayal can come from the people closest to you. It forced me to learn, to grow, and to remember this: never lower your guard, never take responsibility for other people’s cruelty, and always, always speak your truth.

[gsmentalhealthwellnes]

Carrying the Weight of Past Relationship Trauma? You're Not Alone. Let's Talk.

Struggling with the lingering pain of a past relationship? You don't have to carry that weight alone. Join the conversation about healing and moving forward - your mental health matters.