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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Hey I Just Want To Say I Think You Are Good Enough And Deserve Happiness And Hope And Safety From Harm.
Hey I just want to say I think you are good enough and deserve happiness and hope and safety from harm.
You are very sweet for taking the time to reach out to me. Thank you for the kind words; they mean more than you know.
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“An abuser tries to keep everybody—his partner, his therapist, his friends and relatives—focused on how he feels, so that they won’t focus on how he thinks, perhaps because on some level he is aware that if you grasp the true nature of his problem, you will begin to escape his domination.”
— Lundy Bancroft, Why Does He Do That?: Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men
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.
On Tuesday I had an intake appointment for group therapy at my local women’s shelter. I had a Personal Danger and Risk Assessment done. The score scale is out of 30 and a score of 19 or higher categorized you as “In Extreme Danger/At Extremely High Risk”.
I scored a 27.
Spring awakening
It's beginning to warm up a little, and that does have a tendency to help pull me out of a rut. I had the windows open a bit and was enjoying the fresh, cool air.
Until, of course, I heard the sound of his motorcycle in the neighbourhood. At least I think it was his. I got accustomed to recognizing the different hums each machine made, and I could pick his out easily enough last summer.
The sound used to thrill me; now it brings me nothing but dread and reminds me how easily he could appear out of nowhere this season. So much for a pick-me-up.
The windows are closed again.
Tried a self defense course tonight. Realized i am not ready to have people touch me.
Particularly not cishet white men. And particularly not around the throat.