Abuse and trauma survivor - these are my stories in no particular order. Content warnings and triggers everywhere. Adult blog; 18+ only.
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Amazing.
Amazing.
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I have no idea why taking steps to heal has to be so damn hard.
I have my group therapy intake tonight. I’m feeling sick.
I am ashamed that i am inches away from contacting him today.
He left me a voicemail telling me he'd forgiven me and he'd like to give me my things back as a sign of good faith. That was enough to shake me up a bit, but, of course, he always pulls through to set me straighf again. Not even 24 hours later.
If I ever say something like this ^ again, link me to this:
I am ashamed that i am inches away from contacting him today.
I remember watching this 4 or 5 years ago. I didn’t want to see, hear, or acknowledge it because her experiences were eerily familiar. But I kept watching, and that voice kept screaming.
He was in earshot. He laughed at the burger part.
There were weeks where I would go without taking a deep breath lest I make too much noise and attract attention to myself. Being in an abusive relationship means trying to live as silently as possible, creeping about, mastering the art of crying silently and stifling the voice screaming in your head.
Have you ever been to a women's shelter?
You buzz, and you identify yourself before you enter. They have video footage of you and they take pics. If they've misspelled your last name it is a hassle to proceed. If they let you proceed at all.
They'll buzz you in only 5 minutes before you're scheduled. Otherwise there may not be someone to " keep an eye" on you. The leave you outside to be victim to whateved creep is stalking the place that day. Or whatever mother nature has in store.
There's passcodes and two sets of impenetrable doors. There is bulletproof glass at the reception desk. There are hardly any windows and none of them open.
It is stale and stagnant and stinks of misery.
It took me 20 minutes to secure a glass of water since they had to find "an escort". The chairs are stiff. There is an air of everything being just " functional"
It's not welcoming. It has no intention of being so. It's a prison. You're there because of decisions you made.
We leave one to enter another.