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Very sad | TW swearing, some all caps, exclusionism mention

Reposting because my last post didn’t reach a single individual and I feel very lonely right now.
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Can’t help but feel like nothing’s gonna change for the better anytime soon… what’s the point of being here? No, what’s the point of going outside? I’m fucking scared to run into some drama or bullying shit considering how these damn states are doing right now.

At least I’m an introvert. But god, it sucks so much not being able to trust individuals. Because what if they turn out to be, oh, I don’t know, transphobic, enbyphobic, interphobic, aphobic, ableist, fatophobic, racist… the list goes on. Especially since MORE OF THAT has been going on the last few years I feel like… way to progress backwards, world. way to progress fucking backwards 😒

I know I sound very pessimistic, but how do individuals expect others to just be okay with this and move on from it? I’m NOT okay with this. I’m not just gonna sit here and ignore the fact that groups that I’m a part of are CONSTANTLY BEING TARGETED TO THIS DAY! Do you think I LIKE being reminded of this shit constantly? No, I don’t! /nbh

Just… make it stop. I just want all of this to fucking stop.

(Please refrain from calling me human (dysphoria, I’d rather not go into detail right now), please and thank you!)

#MyAutismIsNotADisorder #MyAutismIsNotADisability #AutismSpectrum #autistic #Anxiety #GeneralizedAnxietyDisorder #OSTD #OtherSpecifiedTraumaDisorder #neurodivergent #Neurodiversity #Vent #triggerwarning #LGBTQIA

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Where is God when it hurts? #Anxiety #Faith #Christianity #PTSD #Depression #Relationships #Grief #MentalHealth

Trigger warning: this post discusses childhood abuse.

As I am laying in my hospital bed I am reminded it’s been a month now that I have been in hospital because of the accident. An accident caused by someone else’s negligence.

Emotionally it’s been a challenge to work through the consequences of the other person’s actions. It’s cost me $8000 in medical bills so far. It’s placed a huge strain on others who have to cover my responsibilities at church. It’s been a month of intense physical pain and loneliness.

Where is God in all of this? Where He has always been. On the throne, and beside me, all the way. Was it Gods will that I get injured? Don’t think so. God gave us free will and unfortunately we make really bad decisions sometimes. The lady who caused my accident made bad decisions and her motives are not clear although her actions since the accident point towards the potential that she might have an unhealthy fixation on me. That is a side issue.

God has been with me. Encouraging me. Loving me. Providing for me.

I recall a vivid vision I had many years ago. It wasn’t a dream, I was awake. I saw me as a 4 year old. My Dad took me to his room and molested me. I won’t go into anymore detail than that.

I saw in my vision that as my Dad led me to his bedroom Jesus was pleading with him not to do this.

Afterwards I was back in my bedroom. I was in tears. Wondering what bad thing I did to warrant that punishment. If I knew I would never do it again.

In my vision Jesus walked into my room and held me. Held me tight. Dried my tears, rocked me in His arms and told me that He loved me. He assured me I hadn’t been bad.

Jesus loved me in my darkest and most confusing moment. He loved me then. He loves me still. Often things happen that remind us that this world is NOT heaven. Thank God for that truth. Sometimes bad things happen to good people.

In all of our pain. Jesus is there. May we always seek His face, may we always see His face.

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I am very confused.. I don’t know I should go to my psychiatrist or not... Though I feel like I really need to.. This is something I realised when I was going through the situation.. It's just very difficult to contract him.. My psychiatrist sometimes feels out of my reach.. That place feels traumatizing for me.. I still got a month of my appointment.. It’s way too long for me as my condition doesn’t seem good to me.. It’s been a week.. I can't sleep properly... My situation starts to get worse at night.. When the clock turns 9, I start to have the bad feelings.. I can't sleep at all even after taking my medications... At midnight, I find my myself crying randomly.. I feel I don’t like anything or what I am doing.. I feel extremely lonely.. I have also faced some sudden suicidal thoughts though it’s not that constant.. The worst part is I am even scared to sleep.. I feel if I sleep,then I won’t wake up.. It’s scary.. Then, I will feel suffocation in my sleep.. It’s horrible.. I am also having nausea.. Nights have been really hard for me.. And, I don’t know.. I feel probably my medications aren’t working.. It’s almost been three months.. First, I thought it's goona be okay.. But,it just keeps getting worse.. #Depression #MentalHealth #Anxiety #CheckInWithMe

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My Story

When you hear about a women threatening suicide with a break up you think he left her and she threatened it to scare him from leaving her.

That wasn't the case in my situation, you see, I packed my things up, I called my dad to pick it up, I said I was leaving but I also then threatened suicide.

Confused yet? Yup so was I.

Just short of 13 years and he was not only letting me leave, he was ready to help pack the car. Not only did he not give any sort of care that our whole lives were shattering, but my daughter, his step daughter was choosing to stay.

Nothing felt right, nothing felt like I wanted or could live it anymore. The look in his eyes as he was almost relieved to have me finally gone, and he gets the only thing he loved in the relationship as the cherry on top, my daughter.

I'm not proud of the moment but I grabbed a coat hanger and headed to the backyard, I put it around my neck and twisted. To me this was away from most prying eyes of neighbors and far from my daughter inside the house.

Since he followed me out there he coaxed me to stop and a lot is a blur in the moment, but he went and told my daughter (whom I was trying to shield in my own way from the moment by doing it outside) that I had tried to kill myself and to call my mom and if she didn't answer then to call the police.

I was unaware of this. Myself and him were sitting on the porch talking and he brought me my weed to smoke (looking back I think this was to further discredit me when the police arrived)

The police pulled up and my heart sank, the police officer was condecending and made me feel worse about everything. Apparently his suggestion to him was to change the locks. 13 years and my daughter in those walls and that's what it came down to, locks changed behind my back.

It all stemmed from a really bad year after leaving a job that meant alot and a lawsuit that followed. Depression and anxiety that destroyed me and not ever hearing the words I love you directed at me after 13 years and all we had been through, and I longed for that, I NEEDED to hear those words to feel safe, I craved it deep in my soul and the anniversary of my grandmothers death that I never fully got over him not being at the funeral for. The whirlwind turned me into a mess, that I still am cleaning up.

It was everything all at once and needing to communicate and not being able to be heard when I tried.

Being kept at a distance because I would never be what he wanted me to be.

Years later I'm still not myself, my relationship with my daughter is very strained, and I am so very lonely.#Anxiety #Depression #RejectionSensitiveDysphoria #lost #Drowning #lonely 🩷DN

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My Story

When you hear about a women threatening suicide with a break up you think he left her and she threatened it to scare him from leaving her.

That wasn't the case in my situation, you see, I packed my things up, I called my dad to pick it up, I said I was leaving but I also then threatened suicide.

Confused yet? Yup so was I.

Just short of 13 years and he was not only letting me leave, he was ready to help pack the car. Not only did he not give any sort of care that our whole lives were shattering, but my daughter, his step daughter was choosing to stay.

Nothing felt right, nothing felt like I wanted or could live it anymore. The look in his eyes as he was almost relieved to have me finally gone, and he gets the only thing he loved in the relationship as the cherry on top, my daughter.

I'm not proud of the moment but I grabbed a coat hanger and headed to the backyard, I put it around my neck and twisted. To me this was away from most prying eyes of neighbors and far from my daughter inside the house.

Since he followed me out there he coaxed me to stop and a lot is a blur in the moment, but he went and told my daughter (whom I was trying to shield in my own way from the moment by doing it outside) that I had tried to kill myself and to call my mom and if she didn't answer then to call the police.

I was unaware of this. Myself and him were sitting on the porch talking and he brought me my weed to smoke (looking back I think this was to further discredit me when the police arrived)

The police pulled up and my heart sank, the police officer was condecending and made me feel worse about everything. Apparently his suggestion to him was to change the locks. 13 years and my daughter in those walls and that's what it came down to, locks changed behind my back.

It all stemmed from a really bad year after leaving a job that meant alot and a lawsuit that followed. Depression and anxiety that destroyed me and not ever hearing the words I love you directed at me after 13 years and all we had been through, and I longed for that, I NEEDED to hear those words to feel safe, I craved it deep in my soul and the anniversary of my grandmothers death that I never fully got over him not being at the funeral for. The whirlwind turned me into a mess, that I still am cleaning up.

It was everything all at once and needing to communicate and not being able to be heard when I tried.

Being kept at a distance because I would never be what he wanted me to be.

Years later I'm still not myself, my relationship with my daughter is very strained, and I am so very lonely.#Anxiety #Depression #RejectionSensitiveDysphoria #lost #Drowning #lonely 🩷DN

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Holidays are hard.

I am feeling so alone here. It's like, I have 'caregivers' that are just here to get a paycheck and don't want to engage with me in any way. I am missing my mom (gone for almost 4 years now), and her cat (gone for the same amount of time), it hurts SO much sometimes that I have no one left who really loves and cares for me. I am posting on here because I think there are other people out there who feel the same way. For some of the same reasons. I just wish we could all meet somewhere, somehow, someday. Maybe I just need some encouragement that it is all going to be all right sooner or later. #Grief #Loneliness #ADHD

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An all consuming sadness

Feeling broken, defeated, unworthy and lonely. Tired of being strong. I just want to (platonically) melt into someone’s arms with no expectations.

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Sometimes I feel very detached, my journey seems different… I wish I could share it broadly. #Blindness

So, as anyone who’ve seen my posts know, I’m autistic, lv2, and legally blind. I frequently go to a blind foundation, called Dorina Nowill Foundation for the Blind, translating the name of course. And I feel I have a very different reality than my other blind peers, or autistic people also feels very detaching sometimes, as I’m female and grew up where all this huge info data we have didn’t exist. But my focus this time is on blindness.

Well I was born with congenital cataracts, in a technical view I was born legally blind already, but they were partial cataracts so I had surgery at 3yo. My mum had to battle this on her own, nobody was with her and giving her the necessary support on subjecting her toddler to a surgery that could be very good for me but also could go downhill, but she fought, she went through, she tried.
So my I lived childhood and adolescence as as someone with low vision, but had I heard about that terminology? Obviously not. So I grew up, feeling different as I dealt with undiagnosed autism and low vision, I learned to adapt, I learned to read even if I couldn’t actually see the words or individual letters. I learned to look at something and thanks to being very detail conscious I would find patterns that told me what that colourful stain should be, a tree, a flower, a building, whatever.
So in 2021 I discovered I was low vision, tho a PE teacher did tell me I’d probably be able to join the Paralympics, being autistic meant I didn’t notice the implication of her statement so it slept through my mind without raising any flags. But at the same time, November 2021 I got legally blind, in one night I could see a lot, the next day everything was very different and weird, and that’s when a doctor told me “you’re legally blind”. For context that’s not very spoken in my country, Brazil, very few people know what “legally blind” means.
Anyway, that happened, but I still knew how to adapt, I’ve never had a lot of support to know stuff, I learned to catch the bus without being able to see it properly by 10 years old, and what would happen would be that I’d give the signal to the bus when it was very close to me, and lots of bus drivers would be mad at me for stopping them so suddenly.
So anyway I learned to adapt with this new form of sight (or lack of it), I learned to read with very big font for when I’m not in the mood to use screen reader, in reality I can’t see anything I’m typing right now, but with effort I make out the words. I learned how to use screen readers on my own, I learned how to use a white cane on my own, I learned how to go places on my own, even braille I’ve learned mostly on my own around September 2021.
On 2022 I tried reaching the blind foundation, they denied me, they said that for being autistic they wouldn’t have the technical competence to deal if I had any sort of meltdown. So I learned to navigate even more on my own! I reached to them a second time on 2023, explained my case, they now did let me join, and what happened was that I didn’t have much to tell about my process to the psychologist, and my O&M classes were only 4 classes that basically contained the instructor telling me to walk slower, I didn’t need it, I took them as a formality to apply for a guide dog and have more chance on acceptance.
So I reached them a third time in the end of 2024 telling I really needed some psychological help, because at that moment I was having psychological demands on my blindness, and I needed this support, and started with them now in the middle of 2025.
It’s still very different for me, it’s like I’m not processing the grief most people have when losing sight, because when I needed to process that grief I had no professional support at all. And up until about 4 weeks ago, I still didn’t know why I got legally blind all of a sudden, so it was hard to tell the psychologist what affected me without even knowing what was my condition.
I give that impression that I’m very well prepared, I already know how to use the phone, the computer, the cane, the public transport, get my documents, everything, so what exactly am I struggling with?
I opened myself once, and told her, I know I’m well off already, but that’s not okay for me, I’m not happy, I’m not comfortable, I don’t even know fow how long I will still be able to see, I feel detached, I feel alien, people think I’m so ok on my own that they don’t notice how lonely I feel, how when someone compliments how strong and independent I am I feel that “yeah, but that’s because I don’t have someone to be always with me, and asking family members sometimes would be taken as a nuisance”.
I still feel it’s a bit hard to express my troubles when it comes to blindness, but now my psychologist know how to approach me, and I got the diagnosis so I have something to work on top of. Because now I feel more secure when thinking about “what if I go totally blind?”.
I’d be so grateful if I could openly express about it in my social media and other places what means to be legally blind and what means to learn to adapt when you don’t know you can get accommodations for example. Perhaps one day it will be possible.
Only I know how I see, what I see and now I also know how much I don’t, because I got a very strong cold and my brain went like “I’m so sorry eyes, but I need to fight this virus, so try to get by” and I couldn’t even read the biggest font I’d try to get. Also only I know what’s the feeling of being around my blind peers and not feeling like them. Not complaining that I’m blind, like a lot of people do, only I know what means to get excited to know my train is arriving at the tube when the employee giving me assistance hasn’t seen it yet. Or how excited I feel every time my boyfriend tries to come behind me in secret and without even looking at him I just say “Heya” and he gets so disappointed he can’t be sneaky, because it’s not that I hear him arriving, but I notice some sound waves being blocked, so I know there’s something there. These abilities are very exciting and fun to have. But doesn’t take away the sadness of living in a very ableist world. Not getting a job because they think I’m useless without sight, and the list goes on.

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