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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It Can Difficult At Times For Me To Regulate My Emotions. They Often Come In These Rushing, Overwhelming
It can difficult at times for me to regulate my emotions. They often come in these rushing, overwhelming surges that are impossible to guage.
So I have been in situations like today, where I'm waiting to see the dentist, and I am struggling to hold back tears because I'm feeling unworthy, incapable and unloved. There have been plenty of times where I have lost the battle and full out sobbed in public.
This is embarrassing, but it's not the worst thing that has ever happened. Occasionally my stress-and-agony-exhausted body decides to release tension in other ways.
Have you ever sort of lost it and had a full out uncontrollable evil-scientist laugh attack in public?
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Oooo. It's going to be a bad one tonight.
Amazing
Tw - sexual assault
I had a fling with a boy who lived two doors over when i was in highschool. We met up for sex once and a while. I usually snuck in his bedroom window.
Once when we were 16, he tried to fist me despite me being adament and vocal that this was not something I wanted or was enjoying. He failed and I squirmed away.
He just moved back in with his parents too. Meaning we, once again, live two doors away from one another.
Amazing.
Should have said:
Listen pal, there's only enough room on this block for one Fuck Up (tm) and the position has been filled. GTFO!
That did not take long. He just stopped me in the street as I was walking to my car.
I ducked out by saying I didn’t have time to talk. I would have humoured him before. Maybe flirted. The thought makes me sick now.
Woo! Progress!
Mother of the Year
His sister really struggled with depression and suicidal ideation in her early teens. It was very inconvenient for his parents.
His mother made him check on his sister sometimes “to make sure she hadn’t killed herself” because she just “couldn’t stomach it” anymore.
I .. just... what?
Pumpkin carving has a special place in my recovery process. And a little MMFR is good for the soul.
Happy Halloween, friends!