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genderkoolaid · 7 months
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This happened in 2022, but I didn't hear about it then. A teenage Black trans boy with multiple disabilities was murdered by neglect by his transphobic parents. He was also misgendered by the media when it was first reported, which is unfortunately unsurprising.
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punkstylerecovery · 1 year
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Generally speaking, your parents often owe you a lot more than you're taught to believe. A lot of people are raised to believe that parents do not really owe you that much beyond food and shelter and that's not true. In fact, you can have parents who give you food, shelter, patience and kindness and STILL deserve more from them.
By being your parents, they've accepted a very special relationship and amount of responsibility for you. Do you know how many people I know whose parents have never genuinely apologized to them? How many people’s parents physically hurt them, how many people’s parents mock their insecurities, how many people’s parents don’t care for their children’s health, how many parents make their children (intentionally or otherwise) want to die? 
And so many people don’t give a fuck. We’re raised in cultures that more often than not treat us to respect our parents in spite of most anything while also teaching everyone that children don’t deserve shit. We’re raised in cultures that more often than not teach us to “respect our parents” in spite of most anything while also teaching everyone that children don’t really deserve shit. It varies but its so common that lots of people don’t even think twice about it. 
But children DO deserve more than they’re generally given. So much more! And so many things that are literally just abusive are considered normal parenting all around the world and that’s vile, especially considering children are the most severely affected by this and have no “societal power” to wield to put a stop to it beyond what they can scramble together through a combination of sheer determination, shock value, strength and fucking luck. 
Not to sound radical, but I think we owe children a fuck ton more than they’re being given now and I think people need to learn so much more about abuse and how that ties into the common underplaying of what we’re owed in parent/child relationships. 
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im sorry for the rant but im just really fucking tired and i guess that blog from that last ask set off smth in our brain so just tw talk about ableism and abuse ect ect yknow
anyways people who demonize people with cluster b pds are genuinely just the most annoying mfs on the planet theres an extremely high likelyhood both my parents are cluster b (my mom possibly having bpd and my dad possibly having npd) and theyve both been horrifically abusive throughout my entire life and you will never in a million fucking years catch me demonizing innocent people or blaming all that abuse on their disorders. i can fucking acknowledge that my parents' untreated mental health issues affected the way they raised me and abused me without pinning all the blame soley on those mental health issues. my dad ACTIVELY chose not to get help, he ACTIVELY chose to go off the medication he was given, he ACTIVELY made the decision to be a raging abusive bigot who abused and neglected his child and fucking traumatized every person he came into contact with. that was his fucking decision, possible npd and other mental health issues be damned.
and like besides the fact that i think my dad possibly had npd, he was actually dx with bipolar disorder and adhd, both of which severely affected how he raised me but you dont see me going fucking "bipolar abuse!!! adhd abuse!!!" i believe my fathers intense hyperfixations on certain things led him to emotionally neglect me as a very young child and be generally emotionally absent BUT AGAIN you will never see me fucking calling what he did "adhd abuse" and also he fucking chose to not spend time with me, he chose to not be there for me even when he couldve been. my father was a physically, emotionally, psychologically abusive and neglectful piece of shit and i fucking refuse to ever call when he did "narcissistic abuse" because i refuse to ever let a disorder he possibly had take away responsibility for the pain he caused me and so many other people in my life. he could have been better. he fucking chose not to be better. i will not fucking do the same.
im just so fucking angry that ive been out here experiencing all the shit these fuckers are talking about and i still managed to not demonize innocent people with disorders they didnt ask to have who did absolutely fucking nothing to no one. rant over. love you all go drink some water
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artbean · 7 months
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@eddiemonth day 2: friendship
Outcasts stick together. (tw for loss of a parent under the cut)
Maybe your mom dies, your dad gets arrested and you wind up on your Uncle's doorstep with your hair buzzed off and shoes that pinch your toes. But when you turn up to the first day of school a week later, your friend's got new tapes for his walkman and quietly lets you use it in the library at lunch. After school, before his mom's gotten off work, you stop at 7/11 for a pop to share while you read The Hobbit to him and count the yellow cars that drive by while you sit at the curb.
And maybe everything’s different and will never be how it once was, but maybe this is the one thing that will stay the same. You can sit with your friend after school drinking coke and reading Tolkien and talking about your shitty dads, and it might not make the load any lighter but at least you’re not the only one carrying it for a while.
When his mom invites you to sleep over that night, she makes you a grilled cheese sandwich, and it’s less brown than your mama made you, but it tastes like home anyway. She crafts you a nest of quilts in his room, worn soft and smelling like fresh linen. You’ll take turns listening to his walkman until one of you finally falls asleep, because neither of you have gotten used to a quiet home at night.
As the music slows with the dying battery, distorting but with the core of the song remaining unchanged, you drift off alongside it.
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castiellesbian · 1 year
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Do you ever remember that Sam and Dean grew up in motel rooms, often left alone for days or even weeks at a time, including during holidays where Dean had to break in someone's house to steal presents, and Dean had to steal food, and Sam never knew of a home, and they never had any friends their own age because they had to move all the time, do you ever remember this information and feel like losing your mind?
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“most case of child/teen/young person with mental health issues who here get mental health care, majority have parents/families that need mental health care even more. so if young person here for mental health care, parents/family must also sign up for mental health care.” *
good thing in theory. amount of parental abuse neglect manipulate & unresolved trauma project on child & jealous of child, etc.
but. case like me, who severe disable who struggle communicate take care self who no “normal” future.
how many therapists parents mandatory see would instead sympathize with parents who abuse and refuse listen understand and play victim? how many therapists would think parents right and it not abuse and they actually victim and feel sorry for them? how many therapists will agree with parents and affirm parents and give parents more confident continue do same more things?
*= it a photo of one hospital policy see online. you probably won’t need this hospital am talk about.
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constantvariations · 9 months
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Volume 9 in a nutshell
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nihilismtrcit · 10 months
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introducing...eden louise “edie lou” ferraro 
gen 1: aries for the another zodiac legacy challenge by @acuar-io
since childhood, seeking out attention was a constant in eden louise ferraro’s life. her parents didn’t engage with her, rarely made her feel wanted. so she became the type of person who would seek out any attention, positive or negative. she’s a needy girl with an almost pathological desire to be noticed. of course, her hot-headed temper and mean attitude (that especially rears its head when eden feels vulnerable) make it difficult to maintain friendships, let alone romantic relationships. 
after making the move from sandy oasis springs to the spice district of san myshuno, eden decided she’d get the attention she so desperately craved by any means necessary. now an internet personality with aspirations of becoming fabulously wealthy, eden louise - self nicknamed edie lou - spends her days: 
trying to turn her social media career into fortune
cuddling and dressing up her bby chihuahua, clover (bites)
gaming, streaming, vlogging
keeping it tight to flex on social media 
seeking out validation in the form of romantic relationships and/or money
&& generally oscillating between being an overly attached lover and a messy gal ;)
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irondad-defensesquad · 4 months
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I love you (you don't have to say it back, though)
Also posted on AO3!
My last work this year. Happy New Year to those who celebrate it! Still hope you have a great day today :)
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Tony was usually not allowed to go to his father’s workshop. When he was very small, he was able to sneak inside, but the more he grew up, the less frequent it became. Not with Howard becoming increasingly angrier at him.
By the time Tony went to boarding school, he knew better than to bother Howard.
Except, occasionally, his father would take him to the workshop without saying much. He just expected Tony to follow him without protest.
But don’t be mistaken. Tony couldn’t tell Howard about school or his day overall. He couldn’t ask for help with his homework (after all, Tony was supposed to be smart on his own). Their time was strictly professional, not some father and son bonding.
The boy had to be stiff and silent like a rock the entire time, unless Howard asked him to build something while bearing a judgmental glare, already expecting Tony to fail. Either the man would say nothing, or he would straight up say Tony was doing it completely wrong. Regardless, that always meant their lab time was over and Tony would be kicked out of the workshop.
Nowadays, Tony had his own workshop where he allowed anyone to come in, bots or not. Someone in particular has been coming here a lot more.
It’s so different from the past. Tony and Peter are not even working on the latter’s suit anymore. They’ve abandoned their tools and Peter’s homework has been put to a stop. What for?
Peter has been ranting about Star Wars and how unfair it is the way people have been treating some of the new characters from the most recent trilogy.
Arguably, Tony has only seen the original trilogy years ago, but he was never a fanboy. He might not understand everything to the lore, but he’s not at all bored or annoyed by Peter’s long ramble. He’s listening all the way through, never looking away.
Peter seems to have not noticed Tony staring at him with all the attention in the world, because suddenly… The kid gradually quiets down and stops talking, his cheeks turning red in embarrassment.
“... what?” Tony asks, confused. “Why did you stop?”
“Do you think I’m annoying?”
Tony sits closer to him. “No, of course not.”
“Why? I talk too much and- gosh, I’ve been ranting for half an hour about Star Wars…”
“Hey, I don’t mind.”
“But it’s so stupid, Mr. Stark.”
“Kid, it’s not stupid. It matters to you. Besides, you could talk about literally anything and I would listen all the way through.”
“Why?” Peter doesn’t believe him. “Are you just saying that to be nice?”
It hurts Tony hearing the kid’s insecurity.
He squeezes one of Peter’s shoulders.
“Oh, kid… I mean what I say. I like listening to you. I…”
… that word.
Love.
Is he going to say it?
“... I like having you here.”
Ah, dang it.
Still, the light in Peter’s puppy eyes returns. They look like the clean starry sky they can see from upstate. It does sting Tony’s heart how surprised Peter is to hear those words. He feels regret for not letting the kid know how much he likes his company. Tony will make sure to correct that from now on.
He pulls the kid in a half hug, squeezing him. Peter is very stiff at first, but he eventually relaxes and lies against Tony’s shoulder like a cat. If Tony isn’t seeing things, the teen is probably about to cry.
After this, they go back to work. Peter asks for help and Tony guides him. When the kid solves it, Tony praises him.
Then, the two leave the workshop together to eat ice cream and watch a dumb sitcom.
Tony eventually notices Peter has been staring at him with the same stars in his eyes.
But not in a mere fanboyish way.
After that, Peter lies against Tony again.
“I like being here, too,” he says simply.
It shouldn’t be surprising, right?
Still, Tony’s eyes blur.
Nothing rolls down, but truly, he’s not made of iron.
And that’s more than okay.
Tony smiles and lies his head on top of Peter’s, wrapping an arm around the kid.
Maybe he didn’t say what he meant just yet… but maybe Peter knows it.
Still, Tony will say it. He promises that.
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nerves-nebula · 1 year
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part of my color final, which was a little booklet where most pages were a new color palette
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i guess you could call this a vent or whatever but im going to tell you about something that has been making me crazy lately
so when i was like 3 i took a serious blunt force blow to the forehead. our house had hardwood floors and my brother had left a sock on the floor and i slipped on it and hit my head on the rounded corner of our oak coffee table. it left an inch long open wound and i was completely dazed and unresponsive, but conscious.
here is where i start getting frustrated. my mom didnt call 911 or take me to the ER, she took me to our family pediatrician. already really questionable imo but it gets worse. so ive got this gaping hole in my forehead and im unresponsive right? so what do they do? sew my forehead shut right there in the pediatricians office while i watched. didnt give me any anaesthetic or anything because i was, again, completely unresponsive.
then my mom was like "okay you arent bleeding anymore, can i leave now so i can go see the play i wanted to see?" but at this point im screaming and crying because im a toddler with fucking brain damage and a stitched wound that still hurts.
so she just took me home and that was that. and then for months afterwords she couldnt get me to wake up in the morning so she stuffed my limp body into my school clothes herself and took me to preschool half asleep. and then nobody ever spoke about it again except to make jokes.
its been two decades and i am only now realizing that ive had serious brain damage the whole time. my mom and brother have been shaming and belittling me for years for displaying symptoms of the brain damage that they gave me. my mom calls me a fucking spaz and my brother is pissed because he thinks i get "special treatment" instead of realizing that i need more help because he gave me brain damage. its like the final puzzle piece that explains why my life is such a mess.
and im just so overwhelmed by the fact that my mom and brother are directly responsible for the immense suffering ive endured over the past 20 years. all my health problems, the mental illness, the inability to avoid being abused, its all because of the brain damage. and they keep making fun of me for it. im not even mad im just. horrified. the sheer negligence of it all makes me sick. how many people like me are out there suffering from old brain injuries they didnt realize they had?
its like my brain cant even comprehend how fucked up the whole situation is. which is why im here telling it to you in the hopes that you will agree that its very bad 🙃
This is abuse and neglect on a level that no one and nothing could ever justify and I am so, so sorry that this happened to you. You deserved SO much better! ❤️
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I am forever thinking about how Tony Stark was never just a playboy.
That man was winning awards for his brilliance in childhood. The playboy side of him is a side effect of the trauma he has. He grew up feeling neglected and abandoned by his parents and he buried those feelings in drugs and sex. That never meant that he was stupid or selfish or any of the stereotypes that people who didn't really know him put on him.
And the worst part is that Tony believed those things, too. If you asked him if he was kind or generous or good he would tell you no, not because he isn't but because he doesn't believe he's good enough, kind enough, or generous enough for those things to be a part of his identity as a person.
He's proud of being a genius, its the one thing he gets right. He can call himself a philanthropist because that's what rich people who give money away are. He calls himself a playboy because he sees himself that way. Because he puts the worst parts of himself first.
Sure the man has an ego. Unfortunately that's not uncommon for this kind of trauma. Existing in a space where you can see your best parts and think "I am amazing" and also brush those things off and say "It's not enough."
Because if he wasn't good enough for his parents then he just plain isn't good enough, right?
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intersexfairy · 6 months
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i have seen over 30 mental health professionals since i was 10 ish. none of them have set me up to get away from my abusive father. none of them. none. none none. no one. im so helpless. im just destroying myself to qualify for detox and rehab so i can get out of here. theonly other way right now are the streets and instittuonalization and i would rather die than go back to state, let alone adult state hospital.
if i dont make it out of here alive i want you all to know i love you and i want you to keep going. please, even if you're a stranger and never talked to me, live through me. even now. even now. the reaper is hanging over me every day. i love you. stay alive.
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npd culture is wishing you had something outwardly physically harming you or causing you extreme issues so then maybe your fucking mother would actually care about you and not get mad at you for being literally fucking depressed, and not write off your mental illnesses with shit that is GENUINELY just "dont be sad :)" and i feel kinda bad for that but also fuck you
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kittykatrattie · 9 months
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Whatever you do don't think about little toddler Max having to sit alone in his room after a nightmare because his parents don't wanna deal with him :(
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feastonkings · 4 days
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【 aaron taylor johnson  //. cis man //. he/him 】 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… JERICHO HAYES into The Hub. You are registered to be THIRTY and have been given citizenship for SIX YEARS under the Expatriate Act. According to the data compiled, your most notable qualities seem to be ADAPTABLE & RECKLESS. Please confirm that you are CHAOTIC EVIL. From what we’ve gathered your place of employ is currently for the LEVEL FOUR GYM as an UNDERGROUND FIGHTER//.  DIAMOND KINGS as an ENFORCER. We strongly advise that you provide the correct information pertaining to your background to ensure proper safety precautions: are you a _HOST_ or _HUMAN_? A deeper dive into our archive suggests that you are A BLOOD TINTED SMILE, WAYWARD CURLS, PERPETUALLY BRUISED KNUCKLES, SHIRTS WITHOUT SLEEVES. Though we noticed you, too, are similar to BILLY HARGROVE (STRANGER THINGS), JAYNE COBB (FIREFLY), CARL GALLAGHER (SHAMELESS), TIM RIGGINS (FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS). ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ᴠᴇʀɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 100% ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! Please comply to all regulations and laws. It is our hope that you enjoy your stay.
GENERAL.
full name: jericho duncan hayes
nicknames: jer, jd, the immortal (fighting name)
birthplace: dundee, scotland
gender / pronouns: cis man, he/him
age / birthday: 30, june 13th
orientation: bisexual
occupation: underground fighter at level four gym
affiliation: diamond kings, enforcer
family: elsbeth murray (mother, deceased), douglas hayes (father, unknown), malcolm hayes (half-brother, alive), malcolm hayes jr. (nephew, unknown), tbd hayes (sister-in-law, unknown), bonnie baird (step-mother, deceased)
strengths: adaptable, strong, protective, bold, uninhibited
weaknesses: reckless, impulsive, sadistic, confrontational, unhinged
character inspo: billy hargrove (stranger things), carl gallagher (shameless), ashtray (euphoria), jayne cobb (firefly), tim riggins (friday night lights), james douglas (outlaw king), tangerine (bullet train), tig trager (sons of anarchy), tallahassee (zombieland), tyler durden (fight club)
pinterest. playlist. full stats.
BIOGRAPHY.
tw: death, violence, addiction, neglect
some like to say jericho hayes came about in some unnatural way and others have joked that he's actually part demon, that his rage is rooted in evil. nonsense, the lot of it. jericho came out of his mother screaming in the back of a shitty car on the way to the dundee hospital. he's always been as jagged as the scotland shores he came from, but it's not always rage that's fueling him. sure, it's there. seated rage that burns in his chest and throat, but that's not what you see behind his eyes. no, that there is a pure, untamed, feral spirit shining through those sea colored irises. he's as natural as they come, it's just no one's been able to domesticate him yet.
his mother tried first, his father wasn't ever worth two shits but his mother did what she could. but the truth is, he was never really raised. up until he was somewhere around five or six years old, his mother had him in and out of spaces to live, nothing was consistent from one day to the next. her addiction made it impossible to hold down a steady job and had the wrong people showing up at their door when she could. despite trying to get clean, wait lists were long and she couldn't afford private care for professional help, let alone someone to take care of her. it was a double edged sword. jericho doesn't remember much about her, but he does remember her eyes and the apology that always seemed to be in them. he doesn't blame her. once she was gone he was carted off somewhere new. he's put in the care of someone else his father knocked up and what do you know? he has a brother.
in his new home, the only consistencies he had was the home itself ( it was quite nice not having to move every two seconds ) and malcolm. you had to give it to the guy, even being a mere seven years older than him, he tried to look out for him. he carted him all over the place when he could and while he certainly didn't try to tame him, he did manage to keep him alive, fed, and clothed. which is more than jer could've done on his own. everywhere jericho went on his own he left a trail of chaos and destruction. got to the point that no school would take him by the time he reached the age of fourteen and that was fine by him. he hated school anyways. only was ever good for fighting, flirting, and food.
from there jericho lived life like he always did. doing whatever the fuck he wanted to. a lot of times he'd tag along with malcolm on his jobs, if for no other reason than to watch his brother's back and for something to do. he'd pick up odd jobs that interested him― arson, intimidation, getting things out of people by any means necessary, fulfilling a hit every so once and awhile. most were related to violence and destruction in some way or another. there were times he would take up the protection role, glad to do it for free in some cases but you wouldn't hear him admitting to that. eventually he found the world of fighting and while his brother grew up, got married and had a kid― jer started training and honing his craft. but then his brother got himself locked up and while he could be the one to stick around and take on the role of caregiver to the step-mother who cared for him when he had no one and his brother's family, jericho was young and didn't know responsibility if it slapped him in the face.
instead he made a name for himself both on the street and rings and octagons all over the world as the immortal. he didn't often lose and if he did it was a hell of a fight because if there was one thing to know about jericho hayes it was that if he was conscious, he was getting back up. in the ring he found a home he'd needed, craved― a place to unleash the unbridled rage and hone the primal chaos on one opponent. finally a release that had some sort of satisfaction outside the fighting world there'd been hits put on him many times, he'd been stabbed, shot, and even hit by a car once. sure, this hindered him for awhile but he healed and was right back to it. honestly, he doesn't think much into it either. he went where they told him to go to get the job done whether it was fighting or something else. questions complicated things. if he didn't like something, he didn't do it.
eventually this led him to japan where he'd been able to find a new home for the past six years. roped in to help the diamond kings after landing a gig as a fighter at level four. he isn't quite sure what their purpose is but he's never been a fan of rich fucks, polis, or those that try to step on others just for the sake of keeping them down. the ones that stopped his mom from getting help, forced his step-mother into work she didn't want to do, and tried to stop anyone who opposed their fucked up philosophy. they seemed to be on board with that, liked his style, and that was good enough for him. a year after he moved to japan, malcolm called him up with a whole tornado of news. bonnie was dead, his wife and kid gone. tough fucking break. being about the only person jericho trusts he was psyched to have him not only in japan with him, but coaching him at the gym as well just as he'd done unpaid for a couple decades ( also he's about the only person who can slow him down or put him in his place when he flies off the rails ). life is where it should be, jericho doesn't know where he wants it to go but he's fine not figuring that out till he gets there.
QUICK CONNECTIONS.
drinking/party buddies
casual flings and one nighters
people he fights
people he works with
enemies
people who knew him pre-japan
more to come....
HEADCANONS.
coming soon to a theater near you
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