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Religiousrecovertraumatic
[PT: Religiousrecovertraumatic]
Religiousrecovertraumatic, a Recovertraumic(link) subterm for when someone is affected by ones recovery from their religious trauma. This can mean their gender identity changes during recovery, that they feel their gender more intensely now that they are recovering, or any other way recovery may affect ones gender. (There is no wrong way to use this term.)
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[Tagging] @radiomogai and @accessmogai
[Recoverytraumatic by] @starsandgore
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arsynnotarson · 8 months
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why do antis say we're "triggering ourselves" or "reliving our trauma" because we ship the way we do..... we're not..???? its fiction. not the actual figures.
and even if we were, thats none of your business, and death threats aren't gonna help us either
literally goes to show that antis dont care about victims that cope in a way thats not aesthetic to them.
fiction isnt real. harassment is.
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wisteriasymphony · 8 days
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comfort snapshot for @asukiess ignore whatever the other one's name is queen she's not important just crtl+f mari onto it no biggie
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The lock looked simple, and like it had been forced upon before in the past. Claudia fought with the doorhandle for a moment, but it wouldn't open.
Jesus, calm down. You know he gets a bit of a fuse sometimes, hearing you try to break a door down isn't gonna fucking help you much.
She sighed, speaking softly.
"Adrien, I'm going to try and open the door," Claudia whispered, "And then I am going to step inside. I am not going to hurt you. I won't even come close if you don't want me to. Okay?"
Three minutes of dead silence. And so, she slipped her fingernail into the lock's middle slot, the lightest force enough to spring it open. She tread carefully into the bathroom, finding Adrien in the corner. He had ransacked every cabinet in the room and stolen all the towels and washcloths and even the bathroom rug; And in that corner, he had curled up in a ball and covered himself with them, until his silhouette was more of a shifting mass of fabric than a boy.
He didn’t bother to look at Claudia, only muttering “I’m disgusting” under his breath like it was a curse.
“Hey, people say things they don’t mean all the time.” Claudia slowly knelt down onto the floor, watching Adrien with a concerned gaze.
“I promise I didn’t mean it. I don’t– I wouldn’t want—“
“Shh. It’s fine, okay? I’m not mad over it or anything,” she said, crawling over to him. “…I’m going to put my hand on your head. Is that alright?”
He nodded, and so Claudia started to stroke his hair again. Adrien still couldn’t bear to look at her… but the feeling was nice. Even if it only led to more tears. It was insane to think that she’d still really love him after that. Was he even worth it? She had to have known that he wasn’t.
"Why do you stay?" Adrien finally asked. "You seem to make it so clear that I don't mean anything to you. Like one of these days you're going to discard me at the drop of a hat." He stared her down with dull, watery eyes, for the first time in a long while. "Why do you even stick around?"
It was clear that there was a very specific answer he was looking for. One that validated all of his worst fears, one that reminded him that even the person he loved most in the world would only ever see him as one thing. But Claudia was tired of lying. Even when it meant she said things people weren't expecting to hear.
"Because I don't know what I'd do without you." Claudia slipped her jacket off her shoulders, placing it in Adrien's lap as another thing to cover himself with. "Because I like hearing you talk, and I like your laugh, and I like that none of your fancy photos ever show the dimple on your left cheek but I get to see it everyday." Claudia laughed to herself, admitting "..It's very faint, but it's there."
Adrien shifted closer to Claudia, leaning on her a little more. He was still crying, sure, but the tears were slowing down. She was doing something right for once.
"What else... I like listening to you play piano. I think you're the best in the whole world."
"Th... that's not true..."
"Psch! To me, it is. Beethoven can suck my left nut for all I care, he's probably terrible compared to you."
This time she got a laugh back. Another shift closer. Adrien had finally reached a hand out to cling onto her.
"..So you do love me?"
"Mhm." Claudia planted a kiss on his forehead. "I love you, I love you, I love you, and I mean it even more every time I say it. I don't care what you look like, what you say to me, even who you are. 'Cause I don't love Chat Errant, or Chat Noir, or even Adrien Agresté." She placed her pointer finger on his chest, leaning in to let their foreheads touch. "I just love you."
He broke out into sobs again, his face contorting into something scrunched and unsightly. "Y-you won't let me be cold anymore, right? I was s-so cold— I-" Adrien let his head fall to her shoulder, heaving and blubbering into it. "And the lights and they'd— The way she touched me in- I-in— It lasted for so long and- There's pictures of all of it and— A-all I can remember is that I was so cold-"
He stopped when he felt her hand hover over the towels draped on his shoulder—stopped talking, stopped breathing, probably stopped blinking too. Claudia could feel he had the most terrible fever, was probably only going to kill himself with all these layers... but she moved her hand to his head, ruffling his hair.
"No, I won't let you be cold," she said, taking off her shirt, then her bra: giving him the former but setting the latter on the floor. "Here. I'll warm you up."
When Adrien went to hug her, a few of the towels fell off his shoulders. Claudia swore she'd never been hugged this hard in her life—maybe that even most people would never been hugged this hard. He seemed to wrap his body around her, clinging on by every means he could, shaking and heaving and yet still holding on however he could. But Claudia was stable, and her skin felt like dew-kissed stones in a riverbank. Not cold, but just.. a little less warm. The good kind.
"D-do you ever feel like you want your mom," he asked, the words breaking against his tears, "...But you— But you know that she'd only make it worse?"
Claudia knew that if Adrien's mother had still been alive, this would have been the moment Claudia planned to kill her.
"...Every day, Eddí," she said, shifting to kiss the top of his head. "Every day."
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solsticeamaris · 2 years
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everyone supports people with ptsd until it's "inconvenient," they have severe mental breakdowns in public, it causes them to sleep a lot, they're not a military veteran, they're under 18, they cope through drugs, self-harm, and/or disordered eating, they struggle with disassociative amnesia, they pass on socializing at larger events, they seek compassion and attention, they dislike law enforcement, they assume the worst of everyone they meet, and when their trauma perpetrator is upper-class/walking free/in the family.. the list goes on and motherfucking on, it never ends
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coldslaws · 11 months
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song is ruler of everything by tally hall
more on the au below
this is an au based on n's beta design and Kinda following manga canon. he's more cold and callous in this than in canon though, having been mistreated even worse by ghetsis (the face scars and hidden left eye.. ). he enters his battle against hilbert secretly armed with ghetsis's hydreigon.
hilbert forfeits midway through the pokemon battle in this, not wanting to participate in n's needless fighting. when he can't talk n down from the battle, the elite four and alder show up to stop him. all of their pokemon combined, especially after hilbert already helped deplete zekrom's hp, is more than enough to defeat zekrom and corner n.
in a panic, n releases ghetsis's hydreigon to fight, but it's basically a feral pokemon. it sees n's passing resemblance to his "father"- and it turns on n immediately to attack him.
and despite everything, alder steps in and takes the blow to protect him.
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tqsg · 1 year
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AUGH!!!!! cupid scene,, cries ., gods fuck!!
like ok,,, nico is just this little traumatized kid right. jason is legitimately scared of him, everyone fucking is! (can go into how this is all because of nico’s autism but later) and then it’s this moment of oh fuck nico just needs a friend , nico just needs someone. and jason doesn’t know how to be there for him cause it’s like ,, he’s dealing with figuring himself out. jason doesn’t know how to be there for this guy, but he has to be anyway. this moment for nico is just like fuck i have to admit my deepest secret or the world will end. this. fucking. kid. ohmygod. the weight of the world is on a what? 13? 14? year old’s shoulders? how messed up is that. do you know why nico never calls himself gay? it’s because he’s scared of himself! i never realized this before but. holy shit. he can’t get himself to say it. i mean, how could he? how could he when that will mean it’s true?
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sweetpeauserboxes · 1 year
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[id: a gray userbox with a dark gray border and dark gray text that reads “this user is a royce introject recovering from trauma”. on the left is an image of royce from love nikki dress up queen. /end id]
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cepheusgalaxy · 1 month
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How many money does Angel have?
Cws: sex mention, implied addiction, drug ment and abuse ment (you know who I'm talking about). Oh, and also a bit of blood in an image
Ok, so, after watching to "Use Me Up (Angel's Order)" (fan music by PARANOID DJ), I started thinking of something. In the song, Angel cites how he needs money and that's the only reason of why he's having sex with some people (I know it's not canon but I think that music has good characterization), and then I remembered how he also says he liked the Hotel at first because he could "crack there rent free".
He's also one of the only characters that ever mentions money. Charlie is Miss Princess of Hell so money is never something she's need to worry about, I suppose. Vaggie is under her wing, we don't know what's Alastor's or Niffty's deal, and we know what Husk does to his. But Angel, along with the Vees, seems to be one of the most worried about money.
We know he makes lots of money for Valentino (Val says so himself), and he is a famous pole dancer, performer, actor and sex worker. He obviously makes a lot of money. But then I noticed most of it probably doesn't go to him.
Usually, I'd think he's pretty well paid, but like. Why would he? He can't leave for a better salary, Valentino literally owns his soul, so no reason to incentive him to stay by paying him nicely. Also, Valentino benefits a lot from keeping Angel low on money: he already expressed how mad he was when Angel moved to the Hotel, so we can assume that it's because he wants Angel close to him. If Angel can't pay rent, he'll sleep anywhere Valentino gives him.
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"Hey. Whatever means I can keep cracking here rent free. Crack is expensive."
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"🎶Small talk don't pay the bills.🎶"
We all know he joined the Hotel at first not because he believed in Charlie's cause, but because he wanted a free room.
I used to think that was a bit silly, after all he's famous and must make lots of money, but the Hotel was literally his only option. That's why he agreed to stay out of trouble and clean for two weeks (or at least pretend to), just to get a room.
To get away from Valentino.
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novasvent · 1 year
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I actually don't kno what the fuck to do. Call me a pickme but this IS a cry for help and a plea for attention because I actually can't do this shit anymore. I'm tired of being unloved and treated like shit. I'm tired of not being taken seriously and I'm tired of not being good enough. What am I supposed to do when I tried to get help from multiple people, multiple times and it doesn't work. What am I supposed to do when no matter what I'm not good enough. I started cutting again and the only reason I don't do it more is because I don't have the energy to hide it. The only reason I don't go deeper is because I don't have the shit I need to take care of it at home if it requires stitches (which I won't get) infects, or requires other serious medical attention. Like I'm dead ass when I say suicide looks more and more appealing and I'm thinking about methods seriously. I did what I was supposed to. I asked for help. I am crying my eyes out what do I do. I. Need. Out
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harpiesgonewild · 1 year
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Luck Runs Out
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nabulsi · 2 years
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Hello. I have no one to talk to about this irl and I saw that you are also Palestinian and Muslim so I thought I’d take my shot and ask. I’m Muslim and I love my religion with all my heart. I hate to say this, but sometimes I feel like I’m held back, or that I have to choose between two worlds. I want to experience the ‘bad’ things in life. The things I’ve been told I’ll burn in hell for. Mainly relationships and …figuring out my sexuality. But I feel like god will abandoned me. I feel like I can’t just go pray and do or think these things. But if I don’t experience these things or accept myself then I’ll never be able to grow as a person.
Salam Anon! I am sorry you have nobody you can speak to about this IRL. First of all, I love you and you're not doing anything 'bad' and everything will be okay.
I apologize in advance if this is a long-winded reply, and I focused a lot on being Queer and Muslim, though I think there are a lot of things conservative Muslims unfairly demonize which this can apply to. And forgive me if I start to sound preachy later on ~
I think living in an environment where it's drilled into you that an inherent part of yourself is evil and wrong is something I wouldn't wish upon anyone -- and it's something I think even non-Muslim queer / gay / trans people experience as well.
Still when it comes to Islam, I know how it is to feel that resources are not there and if they are they're hard to find or inaccessible.
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I don't know what environment you have grown up in, friend, whether you grew up in a predominantly Muslim country or you grew up in a Western country. But I can relate either way to growing up afraid of thinking about these things, and I hope some part of my experience helps you!
I spent my formative teenage years in Jordan, a predominantly Muslim country, and my parents were, and still are, incredibly conservative Sunni Muslims and while, looking back, I was clearly a young lesbian, I didn't really allow myself to think on my attraction to women because, the way I was raised, even picturing myself in that situation filled me with revulsion and disgust. It made me viscerally uncomfortable. But being with men also made me feel disgusted (because I was not attracted to them LMAO).
But like you, I also love my faith and don't want to leave it. I will say, after years trying to find a place in Islam where I feel comfortable, my advice is to remember the following:
Allah (SWT) is the most merciful. That is one of the things that is repeated the most in the Qur'an. Allah (SWT) loves His creations more deeply than any love in existence --whether they are doing "bad" things or not and His forgiveness is only conditional on whether your repent for your actions is pure.
While it sounds nice to try and find Hadith and stories about the Sahaba that "prove" that being queer is okay after all and you've owned the homophobes with logic and facts, that is actually a trap. There will always be differing interpretations of Hadith and Sunna and it will be a vicious cycle of "What if I was wrong about my sexuality" and "No I was actually right all along" and it's exhausting. You have to lead yourself to a point where it doesn't matter if you find justification for who you are. (Certainly straight Muslims never have to do that)
It was narrated by Omar Ibn Al-Khattab that Muhammad (PBUH) said: إنما الأعمال بالنيّات ، وإنما لكل امريء مانوى ، فمن كانت هجرته إلى الله ورسوله ، فهجرته إلى الله ورسوله ، ومن كانت هجرته لدنيا يصيبها ، أو امرأة ينكحها ، فهجرته إلى ما هاجر إليه (Translation: Verily actions are by intentions, and for every person is what he intended. So the one whose hijrah was to Allah and His Messenger, then his hijrah was to Allah and His Messenger. And the one whose hijrah was for the world to gain from it, or a woman to marry her, then his hijrah was to what he made hijrah for.) And this is also something that brings me guidance when I feel unsure if I'm doing the right thing -- whether that's with my faith or in life. Your intent matters and it always does -- at least in the eyes of Allah (SWT). And if your intent is to understand yourself and the world around you without hurting anyone, then that is between you and Allah (SWT)
Nobody can tell you that you're going to hell except Allah (SWT). Not even Muhammad (PBUH) can tell you if you're going to hell. You do not know if you're going to hell. In Islam, it is easier to go to heaven than to go to hell and don't let anyone convince you otherwise.
Culture affects your perception of how 'bad' something is. There are far worse sins that Muslims commit on a daily basis without having a crisis of faith. That's the arrogance of conservative Muslims. They will play Qur'an 24/7 on in their house and with those same hands beat their children and gossip and judge others unfairly.
Take it easy on yourself. Breathe. Everything will be okay and you are not a bad person or a bad Muslim for wanting to better understand yourself.
I know what works for me is not "one size fits all" so take with a grain of salt. But basically, what I gently advise is to explore. Do what you need to do to strengthen your faith.
I can't tell you what you'll discover as you do this. Maybe you explore your sexuality and have relationships and you find out you're not gay? That's okay. And if you find out you are actually gay/trans/bi/pan/lesbian/queer...etc? That's fine. You can still be Muslim. Allah (SWT) still loves you. You're not doing a bad thing. Even if you're acting on those feelings.
I'm sorry this got so long, but please if you ever need to reach out, you are also welcome to DM me off anon anytime you want <3
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i have been to a couple of megachurches and televangelist rallies in my time (for instance: i saw joel osteen in 2018) and i genuinely cannot express to you how fucking surreal they are. here is a collection of some of my experiences:
tw religious trauma, rape mention, self harm
a number of full grown adults start shaking and screaming in gibberish because they were filled with the holy spirit and “speaking in tongues”
a group of women “lay hands” on my mother to try and cure her bad back (this did not work)
tw tw tw tw self harm: a surprisingly violent musical skit which you can watch a version of here being performed in public in an effort to convince people to convert
a pastor telling me i couldn’t be a minister as a woman unless there was a man who wasn’t doing his job correctly that God needed me to replace (this effectively destroyed my childhood desire to be a minister)
a pastor’s wife ask my mother if she would be willing, because she was a single mother, to give up her child (me) for adoption because there was no father figure
another pastor’s wife asking my mother point-blank to her face if she had been raped (because she had a child and no husband)
yet another pastor’s wife trying to trick my mother into signing over her parental rights for me over to the church because, having no husband, she was obviously an unfit parent
a pastor praying over my congenital hearing loss and then telling me i didn’t have enough faith because i wasn’t healed. (i was nine)
another pastor trying to exorcise my congenital hearing loss, because it was clearly caused by a demonic entity that had inhabited my body because i wasn’t a good enough person (i was ten)
being told i was going to hell because i told someone’s daughter that she could wear pants
being told i was going to hell because i had no father figure and was going to lead sons and husbands into sin
being told i was going to hell because i was going to a catholic church
being told i was going to hell because i was jewish
being told i was going to hell because i was excited about gay marriage being legalized (i was twelve)
being told i was going to hell because i shoved a boy in my youth group after he hit me in the throat with a croquet mallet but i should respect men because “jesus was a boy”
joel osteen promising that God would bless you financially if you donated more than $50 to his church (joel osteen’s net worth is $50 million)
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companionplanting · 1 year
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We've been debating on how to properly tackle this kind of subject without coming off as ignorant, contradictory, or belittling to others. So if our words come off in that way, please reach out to us and let us know.
With the rampant scene of various mental illnesses being painted as malicious (ASPD, NPD, Schizophrenia, etc.), TERF/SWERF ideology being mainstream as well as on the other side of that same coin of "Alpha" males, it has clearly been shown to us what we had speculated for a while.
People don't want to confront their pain, and blame their trauma on anything but the truth.
I'm gonna go more in depth with this so hear me out.
We had (and still have) gone through a multitude of confronting our trauma, processing it, then eventually having to accept it and move on. It's challenging to say the least. But it's necessary. We have a lot of trauma, so we have had to do this song and dance multiple of times. None of us can say it gets any easier each time, but it has always lead us to getting better.
Each time we are confronted with the same question,
"Why did this happen to me?"
Of course sometimes it goes deeper with other questions, but we always circle back to that same one. A lot of people have asked that, honestly it's not new. We also acknowledge the outside factors that lead to moments of abuse or trauma like systematic oppression of various groups, indoctrination of ideologies, generational trauma, as well as lack of different kinds of support and community. Of course those are explanations, not excuses.
So we then go back to that question after learning what we know about the world and it's harmful systems. "Why me?". What we ultimately came up with was
"It just happened because."
It's anticlimactic and frustrating, we acknowledge that, but true. You can point to all the outside influences, you can dissect people's personhood down to their very core, you can label them with whatever would fit best but none of that is going to answer why it happened to you.
And it won't. But that's okay. There wasn't a grand scheme, it's no one culprit, it's not a big master plan, it's simply just happenstance. You were in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and it's awful, but it had nothing to do with you specifically.
It's easy for us to create a big boogyman to blame our problems. It makes it simpler, easier to digest.
For one example this comes in the form of vilifying people with mental disorders. Maybe it's to excuse their parent's or partner's selfish actions, sudden and aggressive bouts of unexplained violence, or simply neglect in every field.
For TERFs and SWERFs, it's anyone one that doesn't prescribe to their definition of 'womanhood'. Maybe it's to excuse the way past partners would twist and violate their romantic and sensual attractions. Maybe they feel hurt and scared in a patriarchal society, constantly watching and judging. Perhaps even just feeling scared and lost in a world they have very, very little control over.
For 'Alpha' males and their ilk it's to men not prescribing to their definition of 'traditional values'. Maybe it's an excuse to direct sadness and anger that has built up for so long towards society's lessers. Maybe it's an excuse to feel powerful and important in a sea of random unimportance.
I cannot say for sure what these people have been through or desire. Even still it's simply, again, explanations and not actual reasons. But it all goes back to pointing the blame at something, anything to make the world less scary.
The truth, the much more scary truth, is that there is no reason. The world is random, and that includes pain. Those people didn't hurt you because of their mental disorders, their gender, their occupation, none of what that person was.
It happened because.
Of course more awful things happen to various minority groups (LGBTQIA+, disabled people, POC, etc.). Even still, that is again an explanation not a reason.
But there is no one singular monolith you can tear down to make the world freer and happier.
It's just the many complicated and absolutely random layers of the universe.
That's okay, and you will be okay. It makes the world more unpredictable, but you'll find your footing. We're sure of it.
-🖋️, 🌲 & 🍂
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sweaty-confetti · 1 year
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one time when i was like eleven i got a fitbit and joined a fitbit facebook group without my parents knowing and somehow ended up mentioning i was a born and raised hindu and so was my mom and like six old christian moms dogpiled on me saying it was witchcraft and the devil’s work and one lady started praying for me and i told her she couldn’t do that without my consent and she started saying i was denying her freedom of religion and i got really scared because i thought the fbi was gonna come to my house and arrest me for breaking the first amendment & that my catholic dad was gonna disown me for that & also that my mom would find out i told people i was hindu and that was awful for some reason. anyway moral of the story is that now i’m a gay transgender aromantic male witch who is still a hindu and is also an anarchocommunist. those old ladies were right after all, good for them. i love who i am
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The fact that healing wounds itch is bullshit and I'm gonna punch whoever decided on that
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mold-family · 1 year
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I feel like one thing that isn’t talked about enough is anger. The anger towards those who have what you’ve always wanted. We get so angry at people just because they get the basic amount of attention from their caregivers because we want that but we don’t get it. Our sibling is getting sympathy and attention from our parents because their ankle is hurting and we are so angry at her because we never got that. We just were yelled at and told to stop complaining, that it wasn’t that bad, and to suck it up. We’ve been catching ourselves saying the same things that we were told to our sibling because we are so angry. It’s not fair they are getting comfort when we got yelled at. It’s not fair that they get to be dramatic and don’t get yelled at. We know it’s not their fault it’s our parents fault but it’s so hard not to be so angry at the fact they are getting what we wanted right in front of us. The neglect didn’t make us more independent or stronger it only made us hurt and angry.
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