I just spent three hours writing a 2500 word letter to my stepmom explaining how fucking stupid it is for her to keep insisting I was "spoiled" when I was actually literally trafficked and paid for all of the "things" my mother gave me with my own fucking body. I doubt I'll give it to her. but still. i wrote it.
"i would kill for you" "i would die for you" okay but would you forgive me if i forgot something important for the 51204th time in a row even though i tried my best to remember
i’ll never be who i dreamed of as a child. it’s too late for them. it’s too late for me. i’ll always be this way.
There is a new Chrome extension that detects if a video you’re streaming has a strobe in it, will freeze the video and stick this warning up there until you approve it.
WHERE THE HELL HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE????
the world would literally be a better place if cis people could just get trans surgeries "by mistake" rather than forcing trans people to jump through ten million hoops to get it.
this speaks to me on a molecular level
It's a grey goose for dinner kinda night ifkyk
I can't believe I'm 31 and still putting pieces together.
Shortly after reporting my stepfather to the police for rape, his father, the man I had called grandpa for a fucking decade, started coming to the burger joint I worked at. I couldn't get a restraining order because he didn't do anything but order a burger and sit at a table directly across from the register and stare at me. He'd leave when he finished his food.
When I told people, their reaction was always "why would he do that? That's so weird." But knowing what I know now, knowing he'd been paying my mother thousands of dollars over the years to keep both of us quiet, knowing he had effectively been paying my mother to let his son use me-
It was just intimidation. Money wasn't keeping me quiet so he wanted to scare me into silence. Wanted me to know he had more power, more resources, more time.
And they did win the court case. And he did scare the shit out of me. So much so that I nearly quit my job.
I was just faulty merchandise to him. God.
33. she/her. disabled. did & cptsd. sex trafficking survivor. posts might be triggering.
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