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I'm LGBTQ+. I'm transmasc non-binary. I'm otherkin (not human). I'm Black. I have autism (please don't call my autism a disorder/disability/syndrome) and anxiety, and someone with trauma. I cry very easily. I am overweight. I am a part of a plural/collective. I am non-romantically polyamorous. And every damn day, I feel like this world called society is just here to for the sole purpose to shit on others, betray others, or just to secretly judge others, including me.

Every day, it is getting much harder and harder to believe that there is a single damn individual out there (other than my current therapist, all of my partners, my dad, and a few friends) who has common sense, is open-hearted, is open-minded, and doesn't like to discriminate or invalidate others for being different or for experiencing different things, or labeling themselves differently. Sometimes, the anxiety gets to the point where it seems like going out is stupid for me. What's the point?

It's like almost every damn community I've been a part of (and left) and witnessed just LOVES to INVALIDATE OTHERS SOMEHOW?! It's so annoying and stupid and it's just like... why can't you just fucking accept someone for who they are??? All of this just makes me so fucking angry and just...!!

...Sigh. Now that that's off my chest... may I ask for advice on how to go about this? I already currently seeing a therapist, luckily. Right now, it is very very hard for me to get off this mindset because I believe it's true, sadly.. this society and all of other individuals' opinions is tearing me apart..

#MyAutismIsNotADisorder #MentalHealth #helpme #Vent #venting #Anxiety #SocialAnxiety #SocialAnxietyDisorder #anger #help #Society #Advice #triggerwarning #Neurodiversity #LGBTQIA #plural #otherkin

This is a line in a song in Gilmore Girls, A year in the life. And it stuck with me.
So many of us are used to being so strong.
Keeping it together.
Keeping it going.
Staying positive.
Seeing the glass half full.
Practicing gratitude.
Acknowledging the beauty in it all.
The lessons.
Smiling.
Wearing the high functioning masks.
It becomes a way of life in a life that is hard to live.
A life that would be too heavy to live if we didn't have our practice of resilience.
But even we break.
And I am breaking right now.
Depression has crept in and is gnawing away.
I am used to this.
I know how the cycle goes.
I have to give it room.
It only gets worse if I fight it.
I have to flow with it until I hit bottom.
Then the only way is up.
I am grateful I know this.
It gives me a sense of hope in the dark.
Something to cling to.
So even as I break, I am resilient.
It's hard when you break. It's crushing.
And it's hard to put yourself back together afterwards.
But I do it. Time and time again.
And I'll do it this time to.
But for now:
No, I am not unbreakable.
I am breaking right now.
Thank you for listening.
I needed to vent.
#MightyTogether
#venting
#MentalHealth
#BorderlinePersonalityDisorder
#AvoidantPersonalityDisorder
#Depression
#Anxiety
#Burnout
#HighlysensitivePerson

For my mental health sake, I sincerely ask if you could please censor c*v*d-19 (o, i) or the other words, p*nd*mic (a, e), and q**rantine (ua) or leave them out entirely before posting any comments. Thank you, you’re the best!
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Before I say anything, I just want everybody to know that I am not intending to be/sound rude when I say any of this.

Saying that “well, *trigger word* is not going to go away” or “it is what it is” are the least helpful things you can say to someone with triggers, because to me, it feels like you’re saying “welp, you’re screwed for the rest of your life” and for the latter “I simply don’t care”, even if you’re not intending to sound that way.

Yes, I still have these words as my triggers everyday. It still brings me flashbacks whenever I fucking hear any of the words and how much of a sad life I’m still in (and I already have mostly negative views about society) because I unintentionally drag myself into that very sad period of 2020 and beyond.

I’m trying to work this over with my therapist, but I haven’t because there’s a thousand things that happen with me and are on my fucking mind everyday, and if not everyday, then most days (traumatic flashbacks, being overstimulated by youngest nephew constantly, stress dreams, trying to make time for all 7 of my queerplatonic partners (yes, it’s healthy, non-romantic, and consensual) and trying to be perfect around them all the time (I should probably stop doing that), waiting to move out of here already into a more safer and quieter environment, extreme social dysphoria as a non-binary individual, etc. etc.)

#MyAutismIsNotADisorder #SocialAnxiety #Trauma #Anxiety #triggers #normalizetriggerwarnings #overstimulated #overwhelmed #triggerwarning #venting #LGBTQIA #MentalHealth

It was five months after I experienced the most painful death in my life and I was getting/trying to stay sober and doing everything I could to stay above the waves drowning me daily.
I was only getting out of bed for work and doing what could to maintain my self-care and keep going. Doing what I could to make my weekly therapy sessions and follow through with my outpatient rehab.

Then I finally hit a wall
I was lonely
I thought I'll just get on Hinge one more time not to date just for some companionship. Just to have someone to go out with and talk to not for love.

I met a couple of nice souls who understood I wasn't wanting to date and remained respectful to me and my story and continued to talk with me.
I've been through a lot and I'm glad they saw I was in no place for anything serious.

Then I met You.
You made me feel special you made me feel seen you told me everything I've been dying to hear since I was a little girl learning about fairy tales and princes.
You shared your pain with me and made me feel related to you were always supportive and uplifted me in ways no one has before. You reminded me of the person I lost to death and I clung to it.
I felt a fire ignite in me I began to feel alive again I started working out and smiling and enjoying my job everyone could see how happy I was. You were deployed when we started talking but you would be home in a month and I was so excited. Then you told me you loved me and I believed you. Then you told me you wanted to marry me and that no one has made you feel this way again after your own life of pain... And I believed you.
With my heart being so broken and vulnerable I fed off your words and I gave you all my trust.
For I have lived a life of abuse and was weary of being touched.

Finally, the day came when I would meet you for the first time.
You came onto me and I allowed it bc I believed you loved me I believed every single promise you made me I looked at them daily to keep my depression at bay.

Only for the very next day
You started acting differently.
You were cold and distant even rude to me when we were together. I assumed it was your PTSD and depression from being deployed as you had warned me. I let every harsh action and word slide bc I loved you and I didn't want to give up on you like the rest. I fed off the small victories you would give me like meeting your family and going to Arizona and other places to be introduced to your friends. I sat patiently waiting for any ounce of affection you would allow me after weeks of telling me you couldn't wait to cuddle me. I was desperate. But it got worse and worse and I began to get more and more depressed and you started to tell me I was too much or I wasn't enough or anything you could no matter how much I changed myself to accommodate you. So I broke up with you.
But you wouldn't let me go you continued to bait me with “love” and continued to use me for sex. And I loved you so much I didn't stop you bc I thought you were just scared and hurting. I didn't want to abandon you.
But the hot and cold you were giving me was becoming too much. I didn't want to play anymore and I voiced myself.
Eventually, my emotions were too much for you and you blocked me. Told me to leave you alone and to not make things worse. And with a broken heart I did I let you go in hopes one day when you were yourself again when you were the boy I had fallen in love with again you'd reach out to me and explain what went wrong and apologize for how you treated me.

You left me to my first year of grief after telling me you would be there for me that I would never feel alone again.

And I began to suffocate as the memories popped up on my social media about the days I unknowingly had left with my best friend before he died. I wept and wept for weeks wondering how on earth did I mess things up and how did I get the only man who could love me to leave me what was so wrong with me that I'm left alone in my sorrow again?
I clung to the hope you would come back for me bc I believed you when you said you loved me and that you were just going through a lot right now having been deployed.
My emotions were all over the place I felt like I was dying. I had good days and I started to move forward then id find something out about you and would come crashing down into myself again.

After a few months I couldn't stand it I wanted companionship a distraction ANYTHING to get my mind off him. And I tried to download dating apps again. For a few weeks, I would make a profile and then delete it and then make a new one and then delete it. Finally, I got back on hinge and made a few matches with some decent people but didn't feel much. I finally matched with a guy who had already served 10 years and was a gulf war veteran. And he was also just looking for a friend since he had just gone through a pretty bad breakup.
We talked shit about our exes and when it was my turn it sparked his interest when I mentioned the airforce guy I had just dated and his back story. He began to ask more questions about the airforce boy and his rank and his job. He said something wasn't adding up with the airforce boy’s story. I know nothing about the army so I was none the wiser but I gave him the information I had and to my surprise, he gave me his number and told me to call him bc of what he found and it was going to be easier said over the phone.

I couldn't believe my ears.
Air Force boy had lied to me about everything. Lied about his whole military career. And with that proof, it was like the sheet had been torn away and I could see through his every action and every word I saw The Lies. It felt like a weight had been lifted from my heart. It Wasnt Me it Wasnt My fault I didn't ruin anything 💔
I was just a broken girl who met the wrong person at the wrong time and got taken advantage of.

It's been a process.
This guy I just met freed me with the truth and gave me the closure I needed to let go and move on. I don't think about it anymore but I've had a hard time forgiving the airforce dude and letting go of the hatred in my heart. How could he in good conscience manipulate and use me knowing the world of pain I've been through? Knowing how fragile I was barely holding onto life? Who knows why people do evil things? Sometimes bad things just happen to good people.
And I hope one day I can finally let go of this hatred I hold. That I can heal from all the men from my past who've taken advantage of my big heart. Because I want to enjoy my life. I want to live for the ones I've lost to death that loved me deeply and want me to be happy. I want to live For Me.

Life can be hell but it can also be beautiful and I'm doing my best to see that🤍

May all of you who have had similar stories also heal from others' wrongdoings onto you and be able to enjoy life again knowing there is nothing wrong with you sometimes we just love the wrong people. That it's okay to be happy and not punish ourselves for being tricked that letting go doesn't mean what happened to us doesn't matter.
Moving on just means you love yourself more🤍
Thank you for listening to my story and letting me vent I've been holding onto this pain for so long and it feels good to let it out.

I'm in an unloving relationship and don't know how to get out. We work together and live together in housing provided by our job. I have no friends. My parents have very little to do with me.
My "partner" knows I'm autistic. He knows I have sensory processing troubles. Today I reminded him that the sound he makes by pushing the furniture around hurts me. He responded, "Everything hurts you!" That isn't even true. Not everything hurts me.
I can't stay with someone who constantly invalidates my autism and asexuality. But I can't leave my job and live in my car because I'm paying for college out of pocket. I just wish I didn't have to feel bad every day. I'm tired of trying so hard to manage my depression, only to end up crying in a corner because I let something this dude said get to me, or I couldn't block out all the noise even with earplugs in and a pillow over my head.
I'm having a hide-the-sharp-objects day, and it isn't even 9 AM yet. Calling my mother later just to most likely hear her voicemail might make me feel worse, but I'm going to try anyway because I want to talk to her, even if she doesn't want to talk to me.
Just needed to get this out.
#venting

Also TW For misgendering and breakdowns
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This is why life is so goddamn hard when the kids are home. Why? Just fucking why? Children high-pitch noises upset me (I live with my sister and her 2 kids) but I despise being misgendered as a girl. I’m non-binary, damn it! It’s like no matter how OBVIOUS I try to make it, they still mistake me as a lady. 😡 As someone with severe social dysphoria, it doesn’t help. At all. It leads to breakdowns 100% of the time now.

Thanks, America /sarc /neg /nbh

#MyAutismIsNotADisorder #Anxiety #SocialAnxiety #why #nonbinary #imnonbinary #GenderDysphoria #Life #Family #venting #TriggerWarnings

Update: The insurance problem has been fixed. I am able to keep my therapist and psychiatrist:)

Despite this small victory I still have a lot to vent about. One of my biggest pet peeves is that the abusers in my life don't seem to care about how their actions have effected me. Yes I know that them not caring is what makes them abusive but I have this strong desire to have a sense of control over my situation. I don't want to control people in a manipulative way like I was but I like predictability. Predictability = safety. If I know what's going to happen I feel like I can handle it better than not knowing. I suppose this goes back to the abuse. Growing up I never knew what to expect. I just tried my hardest to be a good daughter. I thought that if I just did that then maybe they would treat me better. I held on to the few "good times" when things were okay and my basic needs were being met. In therapy my therapist suggested that I don't miss the abusers but what should have and could have been. She's right. I find myself really sad and grieving some days and others I'm fine. It's just frustrating because I thought I had made it through the grieving process. Just when I thought I had it packed away it comes back up. I suppose part of the problem is all the brainwashing too. I am working really hard to undo it all but it's hard. I recently learned that you don't have to be abused in a cult to experience brainwashing. I sometimes resort to my old thought and behavior patterns for whatever reason sometimes. I just don't understand how an abuser can do what they do. The #SexualAbuse was really bad because it ended in a sexual assault. But the #EmotionalAbuse was just as bad. Both types of abuse have distorted the way I see things and myself. I hate it. Sometimes I feel so abnormal though my therapist says my reactions to the trauma are normal. I want to release the desire to control others but I think I struggle with control because I never had any before. I just don't want to be like them. As a side question: Anyone else that experience sexual abuse experience hyper sexuality and have sexually abusive fantasies? I struggle with this and though I've done research on the reasons why, I still struggle. How can I release my desire to be in control and how can I gain control over my sexuality? Thanks for reading.

#PTSD #Childhoodtrauma #SexualAbuse #EmotionalAbuse #BipolarDisorder #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #needhelp #venting #selfharmsurvivor #suicideattemptsurvivor

I thought becoming a grandmother would be the most exciting thing in the world. Instead it’s made me extremely depressed because I don’t get to see him. I don’t even get a FaceTime with him. My heart is broken by the way I was treated after he was born. It was during the pandemic. I found out later her Mother was able to hold him. I was not able to hold him until he was 8 weeks old and I had to wear a hazmat suit. Her mother did not. She was able to hold him from day one. My husband and I are a lot older than her parents and we are not as well off financially. My son aloud this to happen and did nothing to stop it. I do not feel anything anymore. I have a brain injury that has gotten worse due to the depression and hurt I suffer with everyday. I don’t feel like a grandmother nor am I treated as one. On my birthday this past October I got a call from both my sons thats it. I waited for a FaceTime from my grandson that never came. I was devastated. They live close by it’s not like it’s out of state. We are not aloud to babysit him. We have offered and they make an excuse. Christmas with Santa Claus not us. Easter bunny not us. Valentine’s Day came and I finally had to say I had a gift and it would not reach him in time. She told me they would plan sometime to come out. They stopped in for 90 minutes sat and looked at their phones. He got his gift and they left. Everytime they leave I am crying and depressed. I hurt my back lifting him to get the mail. I’m still trying to heal my back. That was the last time we have seen or heard from them. We don’t seem to matter to them. I wanted to do something with Santa last year. My son says make it happen!!! I don’t know what he means by that. Then I see they took the train ride with Santa and we were not asked to come along. So if they already did it then why tell us to make it happen. I really have nothing to live for anymore. It’s getting worse and my son is now a stranger to me. The only way to protect my heart from more damage is to pull away. I really don’t know what else to do. I’m not rich Lyme disease took all my money. These last 3 years have been a living hell. Lost my mother , my brother and 6 others to suicide. Plus 22 more. I can’t even work anymore on line.
#brokenheart
#Depression
#BrainInjury
#Hoarding
#LossOfAParent
#PTSD
#LymeDisease
#RareDisease
#AutoimmuneDisease
#AutonomicDysfunction
#dyautomia
#Isolation
#PudendalNeuralgia
#suicidalprevention
#EmotionalHealth
#AcuteStressDisorder
#livingwithabuse
#ADHD
#KidneyDisease
#dentalpain
#Anxiety
#PanicAttacks
#Trauma
#venting

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There’s just so many things wrong with this damn planet. My mind decides to go through all the bullshit and how I think about it/respond to it nearly every morning and nearly every afternoon, and it’s driving me crazy.

Most folk drive me crazy. I believe that most folk are terrible, ignorant, gatekeepers, hyprocrites when they say that they support others, hypocrites when they say that others can be themselves, and find anything they don’t see in their eye “normal” a stigma, weird, a disorder, or “cringe” (I despise that word especially), and no one can convince me otherwise because I can’t trust most folk because of what I’ve witnessed… I’m sorry.

It’s causing me a headache now which I didn’t fucking ask for. Oh well.

#Anxiety #MyAutismIsNotADisorder #SocialAnxiety #anger #Society #Ugh