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She's angry #avm #CPTSD #cbt#AnorexiaNervosa

Someone feeling they have the right to sabotage and orchestrate your life for the better, without your participation, is controlling munipulation 101.to dig up information, stalk, harrass, mock, stage and pretend it is Out of concern, is another level of https://abuse.Calling out abuse can become https://abuse.I will not participate and https://partake.Setting a woman up to teach her a lesson, is abusive.
Any women, taking part, are as enabling, as the https://man.I said it.Sorry.
Keep your old school, mobster mentality, out of my https://life.The personal attacks towards my life, judgements by people, who never were part, is https://comical.Im no fool, I https://knew.I have years of abuse, trauma, from many people, my life circumstances and life choices,that have brought me through. Not from,these individuals,being emotionally supportive.
Im not coddled, pampered or given the princess treatment, like most have been led to believe, never https://was.The bare minimum,is no longer,acceptable.I let it be for https://years.When I asked for more, I was met with a https://fight.I have become a broken https://record.I am smashing the record.to expect a woman to be soft,sweet,nurturing after disrespecting her publicly,is Delussional.But, I do see where, all involved, see nothing wrong with it.
Projection is https://funny.I catch myself https://constantly.I observe too much behavior, its a peculiar https://thing.Ive done it my entire https://life.I forget that a majority of them, are so trauma bonded, that no one will, not, be judged, when that door, for real connection, is https://opened.I did show https://up.He did not want me to.
Acceptance and intimacy, in relationships, shouldn't https://judge.Good and bad, are you serious? Im Bad? OK.
I wear my flaws, I'll tell you my failures but not everyone is willing to do https://that.I can't be around people who do that.it is automatic,a closed mindedness to human https://behavior.Your problem with me, is You, not https://me.Mean girl https://mentality.Band of brothers https://bullshit.Say I just dont know friends, then.No, I do not, I have had to reevaluate the entire https://structure.I bonded with people through https://survival.Anyone from my https://teens.They do not know me, they know,of, https://me.Epic 😆 🤣 😂.Im actually quite lame.

Heres a few,How could she? Who does she, think she is?Well, I'd https://never.Try this instead.

She should.
She knows, who she is.
She deserves better.
She doesnt want things, she wants things consistant, completed and she wants to https://grow.That is not control, it is safety.

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Intimidation #CPTSD #CBT #Abuse #munipulation #coehsive control

I cannot believe you have his goons step up to me in https://public.Thats not smart considering, the phone is now https://evidence.Why are a group of people concerned with me? I did nothing to them.
Intent vs Impact.
My intended action had zero effect on him.None, couldn't be https://bothered.Facts.I begged, cried, changed the behavior, time and time https://again.He did not care.at https://all.You cannot fake https://it.I lost respect for All involved, to the point that I begged his https://family.I willkeep putting myself https://first.He was first, we centered on egg shells for https://years.Accepted bare https://minimum.And to be called crazy after, Do not judge me because you were fed lies and projected https://judgements.I dont play with bullies or mean girls, https://ever.I explained myself too many https://times.I will not, be quiet now.

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Need advice (18+ please)

Need some advice. Please only read if 18+ as it contains some adult themes.
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Can someone please tell me I'm not a baby or stupid or low value because I set boundaries against a guy who wants bdsm and stuff because I'm a survivor of abuse and healing from sexual addiction? I met this guy from a local app and he's been amazing to talk to, but he's talking about chasing me through the woods and biting me and stuff like that. I feel like a baby, I feel like I'm "supposed" to do this, but I don't want to. It's deeply triggering to me. Is it possible to find a man who doesn't want that? I feel such an internal pressure, like I'm a prude or whatever, but I don't want to go down a dark path.

#MentalHealth
#Addiction
#Anxiety
#Depression
#MightyTogether
#CheckInWithMe

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Tired and hurt#DBT #CBT #avm #tbi

Why do men pretend instead of being who they are behind closed doors?They hide behind women who make excuses for their lack of https://care.He is tired from working, he just wants peace, he needs his quiet https://time.Then be alone and dont treat your family second.

Really? Does he really need to sit down more, or judge people more, or mock those below him? Really? Only a good guy, with a supporting audience?
Thats a https://bully.A family, of https://Bullys.I get it https://now.I see you.

And he is sensitive you say?
But he will kick a person when they, are down?A woman. Tell her to suck it up, get over it, get out of the way and then hold and console the other,friends https://wife.Then turn and call a woman every derogatory name in the book.
I see you now.
You want to be the hero, the good guy, the quiet reserved wise https://man.Who wants it amicable once hes done ruining https://her.I see you.
You are standing there,laughing at a girl, who suffers and struggles, mocking here with her https://enemies.When they watch, you are a tower and wall of strength? I was sick and lost,you left, celebrated being free and came home asking what my problem https://was.I see your Eightteen months of sabotaging my progress, to prove Im combative, angry and https://nuts.Sad.Its called abuse and me saying that word, does not make me abusive.
Your family and you, threw us to the wolves and then cried disrespect,because your bike got dirty and the mirror was finally on https://you.I see all of you now, I hadn't https://before.I made excuse after https://excuse.That it was my lacking.it wasn't. I questioned the norm and wanted https://better.I deserve better but what is scary, I never would had known, the lengths they went to,to get rid of https://me.We will never https://forget.And that is now ingrained in my son and I will live with https://that.He didnt deserve what you two have done.

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PTSD POST

Hi, I have major PTSD fallout, I can't get help for it as it was perpetrated by cops, Reconnect, the mental health care system, and my long time partner. I DO SEEK HELP THROUGH ANon, but it's really hard, it happenned first about 11 years ago. AND THERE were three ugly abusive arrests incarceration and imprisoning hospitalizations since then. USUALLY it's better but I have to live with abuse now and again with no real alternative. I STAY CLEAN n give service to my elders. DUE TO immense feelings of worthlessness and being put down I often think of taking my own life. MY MOTHER was a child and teen care professional when she was not being just my mother and she took her life due in my opinion to health care abuses within the Canadian Healthcare system, Mississauga especially, I would push for reform but have through experience lost all HOPE. I AM an ESL teacher, also in Retail Sales, a Homemaker, mother, person of long term relationship, with Bipolar Depression and SI, I often say if it gets too hard just take my life, and I am a caregiver for my family elders (3). I WAS ABUSED AGAIN TODAY WHILE OUT AT DINNER when a waitress forget to offer me a drink, at which point I stepped out to cool off n returned to my elder and partner while my elder insisted on talking to himself which he never does, just a warning and a plea, Abuse takes lives, my daughter hasn't been home all week and also like me was abused twice in the first week of Nov, but she has shelter, Thank you for your time, it's hard at times but better now, I take each moment by moment, go to the cops anon when I need to or think it may help and give all of myself to death soon or later caring for my family, that's life, take the good with the bad, thanks

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I’m new here!

Hi, my name is Karen Eklund. I'm 43 years old with 4 beautiful children 21, 18, 9 and 7. I'm here because quite a few reasons. My brother had schizophrenia and committed suicide due to his mental illness in 2022. My daughter that I raised from birth to 14 (she is now 18) decided to stop all communications with me due to narcissistic, triangulation and alienating father and overbearing stepmother who treated my daughter as if she birthed her and slowly inched out every part of my entire family's side from her life, not just me, but starting with me, including 3 siblings all on our side of the family because we have mental health challenges. I know people say things like this but oh, if you knew the story of my life and truly understood who these two people are, you would agree, truly, for my daughter's sake, they shouldnt have been introduced into her life. I'm new here, so, if I could say how I really felt, I would probably be immediately kicked off, lol. But anyway, sadly, I had to grieve her for many years before I had to grieve the death of my best friend and brother who committed suicide due to his mental health. I have my youngest daughter who is 7. She is diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder. I myself have suffered since I can recall, probably 1st noticed around 22, when my 1st daughter was born, when I began cutting then I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder, OCD and generalized anxiety disorder. Since then I have been diagnosed with ptsd, post partum, bipolar 2 disorder, substance abuse disorder along with dual diagnosis, adjustment disorder with mixed emotional features and I have been admitted on more than one occasion to a psychiatric facility for suicidal ideation and attempt. I have sought therapy and have done alot of work on my self, been in group therapy and just in general looked for any and all things that can help me keep joy in my life and keep a happy life

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Neurodivergent People, Substance Abuse And Alcohol

Neurodivergent People, Substance Abuse And Alcohol
Neurodivergent people are more likely to have a higher risk of substance and alcohol abuse for a variety of reasons. The main two reasons being that they may not have a good support system or often use them as a type of self- medication to help them cope with the neurodivergent issues that they face like sensory overload, emotional dysregulation, mental health issues, social challenges, and executive functioning issues. Thankfully, there are positive strategies that neurodivergent people can use to learn how to cope with and overcome substance abuse and alcohol addictions such as specialized treatments, engaging in hobbies, addressing underlying causes, and attending support groups.

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HI 2 POSTS IN 1

HI I've been dealing with a week of immense Bullying, it's better now, it's scary and it harms it and I don't love it in some of it's ways, but I forgive cause in reality I don't f ing understand it, turning to mental health help, Anon and the Police doesn't always work, we Endure, seek ballance through yourself, the past is gone, don't destroy the present with every grain of Hope I've ever had, and as for sleep, whoever has a bed can sleep, whoever is not threatened with incarceration hospitalization and homelessness can sleep, whoever has good food can sleep, whoever has friends, industry, effective occupations, Peace, non- war, some income, love, friendship, the ability to grieve, a shoulder, music, sadness and joy, can sleep but sometimes it's hard, I wake at 4 or 5 n put ambiance screens n drink coffee n nurture my pet w clean bed food n drink, I value the quiet of the am, be busy, get your mind out of it, n don't abuse others, the Nothing can envelop I know, don't let it, Wake up n save yourself from it

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The Blessing

The girl who sat behind me in U.S. History did not succeed in setting my blue jeans ablaze with her lighter. She did burn a hole clear to the skin, causing me to leap out of my seat with a yell. Mr. Nelson punished me, my side of the story unheard, as usual.

I stood in the right-hand corner at the front of the classroom, a hint of buttock peeking out through the hole in my jeans. The whispers of my classmates, needles in my ears, did not impede Mr. Nelson's monotonous drone. The unspoken agreement was in place. He would teach. My classmates would abuse me. I stared at the dingy white paint covering the concrete block of the wall, straining to vanish inside myself.

At first I thought they were cracks in the wall, black lines that became letters as I watched. "They are all against you." My head hung as I mouthed the words. I know. I blinked, and the words had changed. "Take the gun." A crude grafitti drawing of a pistol appeared about waist high on the wall. I pressed my palm against it. Nine years of cruelty. Three more to go, with no promise that it would end there. My cousin, dead from a college hazing. My mother, beaten down by living, unable to spare a kind word to anyone, including her children. I dreamed of a single shot through the mouth. The pistol was heavy and cold in my hand. The curve of the trigger fit my finger perfectly. Squeeze, and end it all.

The words changed again. "If you die, they will laugh at you forever. Kill them." Fine lines of blood wept down the concrete, flowing together, painting a demon's face. In a moment of clarity, I knew that what the demon asked was wrong. And I could be a hero. I aimed at the hideous leer painted on the wall and fired once. Blood ran between the demon's eyes, and the bullet ricocheted. It punched through the head of the girl who had burned me before bouncing off a desk and through Mr. Nelson's heart. The bullet ended its journey in my neck. It pulsed against my carotid artery with every heartbeat, and I understood the blessing of the bullet. It would slow the bleeding long enough that I could write my side of the story. I tried using a pen. I was so sick of being accused of drama that I tried to get ink to cling to that wall. When I felt faint, I gave in, dipping my finger in the slow ooze of blood sliding down my neck.

You will judge me. You will call me a murderer. But you don't know what living with these monstrous people took from me. You don't know me. . .

#Disability #Depression #Suicide #Trauma #PTSD #MentalHealth

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The Blessing

The girl who sat behind me in U.S. History did not succeed in setting my blue jeans ablaze with her lighter. She did burn a hole clear to the skin, causing me to leap out of my seat with a yell. Mr. Nelson punished me, my side of the story unheard, as usual.

I stood in the right-hand corner at the front of the classroom, a hint of buttock peeking out through the hole in my jeans. The whispers of my classmates, needles in my ears, did not impede Mr. Nelson's monotonous drone. The unspoken agreement was in place. He would teach. My classmates would abuse me. I stared at the dingy white paint covering the concrete block of the wall, straining to vanish inside myself.

At first I thought they were cracks in the wall, black lines that became letters as I watched. "They are all against you." My head hung as I mouthed the words. I know. I blinked, and the words had changed. "Take the gun." A crude grafitti drawing of a pistol appeared about waist high on the wall. I pressed my palm against it. Nine years of cruelty. Three more to go, with no promise that it would end there. My cousin, dead from a college hazing. My mother, beaten down by living, unable to spare a kind word to anyone, including her children. I dreamed of a single shot through the mouth. The pistol was heavy and cold in my hand. The curve of the trigger fit my finger perfectly. Squeeze, and end it all.

The words changed again. "If you die, they will laugh at you forever. Kill them." Fine lines of blood wept down the concrete, flowing together, painting a demon's face. In a moment of clarity, I knew that what the demon asked was wrong. And I could be a hero. I aimed at the hideous leer painted on the wall and fired once. Blood ran between the demon's eyes, and the bullet ricocheted. It punched through the head of the girl who had burned me before bouncing off a desk and through Mr. Nelson's heart. The bullet ended its journey in my neck. It pulsed against my carotid artery with every heartbeat, and I understood the blessing of the bullet. It would slow the bleeding long enough that I could write my side of the story. I tried using a pen. I was so sick of being accused of drama that I tried to get ink to cling to that wall. When I felt faint, I gave in, dipping my finger in the slow ooze of blood sliding down my neck.

You will judge me. You will call me a murderer. But you don't know what living with these monstrous people took from me. You don't know me. . .

#Disability #Depression #Suicide #Trauma #PTSD #MentalHealth

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