
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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This Is Why I Can't Have Nice Things.
This is why i can't have nice things.
Things are sort of going well. So that means something devastating is afoot.
You can't convince me otherwise. But I'll nod and smile and let you think you did.
:)
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More Posts from Enoughdonegone
Hush.
I can't stand listening to people try to have dialogue about abusive relationships and why people stay.
The pseudo psychological jargon and the fake-sympathy-but-actually-condesending-as-fuck-tone they use is maddening.
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He told me people like me shouldn't travel. Trash isn't entitled to luxuries.
I'm leaving tomorrow for an adventure with my love. I feel anxiety, but no guilt.
Real growth is apologizing and making amends on their terms if and when they offer you that opportunity. It's also respecting their decision to not offer that opportunity at all.
The people you wrong don't owe you anything. If you think that they owe you the chance to apologize, you should take a hard look at the 'growth' you think you've made.

I have the luxury of having a bit of massage coverage through work. I take advantage of it as my body is not what it used to be after the years of abuse (ie, ballet, running, neglect and self hatred) I’ve put it through.
I did not expect to have a sensory flashback from my RMT working on my rotator cuffs. She said emotions can be stored in our muscles and tissues and that having them treated can cause those emotions to be release.
I was glad she gave me this out. Because I wasn’t too interested in telling her the actual reason I was bawling.
Mother's Day has been an interesting time each year since my abortion. I'm in my 30s, so people often wish me Happy Mother's Day.
This year it didn't hurt.
Reminder to any of you out there facing a difficult decision: sadness and regret are not the same thing.
Sad Things.
I found a list of names. If things had been different and I had a girl, we would have called her Alice.