The deep ache in my chest when I hear that family members who claim to love me are traveling to visit my trafficker (mom).
The degree to which I wish she would just fucking die already.
I don't generally do a whole lot of graphic trauma dumping in therapy anymore because I'm usually trying to ~figure things out~ and ~implement systems to help me live~ and talking about horrific shit doesn't necessarily help me do that.
But today I definitely spent half an hour talking in detail about some of the injuries I received at the hands of my stepfather and mother and Woo Boy did my therapist have some Looks™ about it. She definitely corrected it right away but a few times I caught her being like 😬👀, and I hate it but at the same time it's validating as fuck.
Like yeah, therapist, it's fucking cringe inducing what they did to me. It was bad. It was, in fact, ~very bad~.
Idk it's been a hard two days guys. But I'm out here surviving it.
i dont like it when the task avoidance gets to the scary part
abusive parents will go off about how expensive it is to keep you around and how they have no money and what a fucking burden you are and they don’t see the irony?
dude. you MADE me. what the fuck were you thinking. stupid idiot loser. go back to that moment and don’t have sex. problem fucking solved. what the fuck do you expect me to do, die now that you decided having kids is inconvenient? wow. maybe you should have thought this thru.
Liz Fosslien
able-bodied ppl please get your shit together. i’m tired of having to remind y’all every other second that, yes, ambulatory wheelchair users do in fact exist.
33. she/her. disabled. did & cptsd. sex trafficking survivor. posts might be triggering.
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