#abuse aftermath

[furiousgoldfish]

Which one of these are you vulnerable to?

(vulnerable as in, if it happens, you spiral into dark thoughts and you go to great lengths to avoid these)

Asking for help and getting rejected

Asking for help and being put in more danger

Having a friend lose interest in talking to you

Having a friend end the friendship because of something you did

Having a friend act toxic and abusive to you, because they want to end the friendship but don't want to be the one to call it

Having a friendship/relationship you didn't realize was one-sided until it abruptly ended

Confessing your crush and getting rejected

Confessing your crush and having them act disgusted

Having someone pretend to like you back, but they only want to keep you around because they like your attention, and you find out months later

Being discarded after you've invested a lot of energy and care into someone

Being ignored and treated as invisible by someone

Being ignored, treated invisible and judged by a group of people

Being criticized after you put a lot of energy into something

Being put down and told that you can't do anything right, after you put a lot of energy into something

Being yelled at for making a mistake

Being yelled at for getting hurt on accident

Being yelled at for hurting someone

Your friend not siding with you in an event of abuse, bullying or injustice

Your friend arguing that it's unfair of you to want them to take sides

Gathering courage to open up about abuse only for the listener to instinctively defend abusers, and put you down

Opening up about about only to have it downplayed and dismissed

Opening up about abuse and having the other person pass judgment on you

Other people acting like you're poison, dangerous, infectious and malicious

Other people acting like you're stupid, and don't understand your own life and situation

Other people acting like they would have no trouble in your place

Being perceived as a burden and a problem for everyone else

Being in a group where you feel like you're the only one who doesn't belong

Getting outcasted from a group because someone in there who hurt you made up rumors about you that everyone believed

#toxic friendships #triggers #toxic relationships #psychological abuse #abuse victim #being abuse victim is just like this i feel like #trauma #triggering situations #abuse triggers #abuse aftermath #trauma aftermath

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

There’s nothing really to say about this. It’s just pain all around. I mentioned I would make post infection Moon... it just so happened to be angst, of course.

I love how easy it is to see how serious the situation is for all involved, just all the little angtsy bits ehfbeuhfbe I hope you like it :3

Reblogs and comments are very appreciated :D

#fnaf security breach au #redemption au #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf sun #sunrise #sundrop #fnaf moon #moondrop #daycare attendant #angst #physical abuse mentioned #abuse aftermath #which happens to be bad for both the abusers and the abused #freddy is just trying #tw anxiety attack

[the-expatriate]

((Pari actually isn't all that horrible, but even with the therapy continuing, it's hard for some days for her to not think about herself the way her ex thought about her.))

#out of the blue: ooc post #abuse aftermath #tw abuse

[sagenatural]

There will be a new Talking about Trauma post going up on the site later today.

Password locked, of course.

If you would like easy access, it will be shared on my Patreon, within the Discord server, and will be sent out via the unlocking newsletter.

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#posts with audio #talking about trauma #abuse aftermath

[vranaa]

Contradictions...

No one ever told me that leaving the abuse would hurt this much. No one ever told me that some days, even the smallest bits of kindness and humanity would be so triggering that it'd make me want to claw my skin off. Some days, I just want to go back to how it was, when I could be comfortable in my pain, but now, even though I want to be hurt, I think the smallest amount of pain will break me.

#parental abuse #trauma #abuse aftermath

[melblogsgfreethruptsd]

#toxic parents #emotional abuse #trauma #aftermath #parental abuse #accountability #repentance #manipulation #dysfunctional family #boundaries #trust #trust issues #ptsd #relationship problems

[hajihiko]

Family Business

#Fuyuhiko kuzuryu #Kazuichi Souda #Sdr2 #Super danganronpa 2 #Danganronpa 2 #An art #Because... both their family situations... #Kaz with his dad and Hiko with his parents (and natsumi even?? ) #I'm never sure how to interpret Fuyuhiko's family situation what does 'in the aftermath' mean was it deliberate #Kaz only mentions it offhand but yea. Boys u could bond over this silliest #CW abuse #abuse mention #child abuse mention #Lmk if I should tag more

[elitadream]

While exploring ideas that would demonstrate just how much Bowser enjoys tormenting Mario, I started wondering what was the worst possible thing the Koopa King could do to humiliate him.

And then I remembered this post, and thought: “Oh no.”

...Well, yep. He saw right through Mario and thought it would be fun to brutally expose his feelings and insult him at the same time, just because he can. And Mario, who had already convinced himself long ago that he didn’t stand a chance with the Princess, is rightfully hurt and mortified. :’(

But what will Peach think? There’s still a lot of room for doubt here, and in her view, maybe Bowser is just being an asshole. The tricky part will be for her to have even a semblance of talk with Mario after this. 😔💔

#Mario #Princess Peach #Mareach #Bowser #angst #emotional abuse #poor Mario ;_; #I'm so sorry for hurting him like this D: #this isn't the way his confession was supposed to go at all #BUT this is Bowser after all #He'll do whatever the hell he wants #especially if it cuts deep #but there's a lingering ambiguity to the bullying #as far as Peach is concerned he could very well be lying #all she cares about is her friend and how unfair this is to him #they both deserve none of this #the aftermath won't be fun :( #Super Mario Bros #fanart

[slowandsteddie]

Part One

CW: abuse, Steve’s dad is a dick, pain and blood is talked about, Steve thinks he deserves it, mentions of homophobia, not seeking medical attention right away, trying to tough it out, descriptions of the aftermath of abuse,

To everyone who wanted to be tagged in part two, I want to make it very clear that the vibe is much different here, at least in the first half. The angst wasn’t meant to come in yet, but here we are. 😅. It does have a good ending though!

Tag list: @estrellami-1 @hallucinatedjosten @gaelicblue @starman-jpg @halfadoginatank @messrs-weasley

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He sniffled and carefully wiped his face with the sleeve of his hoodie. It was probably too warm for the damned thing. That didn’t stop him from having the hood flipped up and the strings pulled tight with a dumb looking bow resting basically on his lip. The sunglasses hid most of the rest of his face while still allowing him to see.

Steve was trembling pretty badly as he knelt beside the headstone. His hands were so shaky that he splashed more water than he meant to. He let out a deep sigh, resisted the urge to wipe his face again, and started moving dirt and moss away.

Carefully, he slid the old plastic card beneath the debris and pushed it to the edge. It was easier when the mess was a little damp, easiest when he got to the cemetery after a good rain.

Rain wasn’t in the forecast.

His entire body ached.

He let that thought go and gave in to the work he was doing. Once all the gunk was to the side, he pushed the small pile completely off the stone. He flattened it down a little bit where it landed.

Another splash of water.

Steve grabbed the toothbrush out of his back pocket and gently started working the dirt out of the carvings of the name and dates. Small, slow circles were most of it. His shoulders begged him to stop.

He didn’t.

Another splash of water.

He pulled out a bandana, something that he had only recently started bringing with him. He swiped off the headstone carefully. This was as clean as he was going to be able to get it.

Slowly, he pressed two fingers against the first syllable of the name that he had just unearthed again.

“Hello, Minerva Hurts,” his voice cracked. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Steve had never met her, she had passed in 1894, but he had given her name back before.

His entire body was begging him to lay down and take a nap right there. Instead, he pushed himself to wobbly feet and stumbled back toward his car. He could still smell and taste blood, but he’d deal with that in a little while.

More accurately, he would find someone willing to help him take care of it later. When it was higher up his priority list. He started the car before gripping the wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. Every time he accidentally breathed too deep, he felt a stabbing pain in his rib that he knew wasn’t a good thing. But, he had a promise to keep right now.

He had promised to go to Eddie’s and bake some cookies. He wouldn’t let something stupid, like trying to fight his dad, get in the way of him keeping his word. He let out a sob before starting the drive to the trailer park. Honestly, the older male was probably the only one he would let see him like this.

Having wounds from the Upside Down was a lot different from having his ass handed to him by an older male who was meant to protect him.

When Steve got to where he was going, he pulled his sleeves back down before turning off the car and putting the keys in his pocket. He adjusted his sunglasses before getting out and limping to Eddie’s front door. He knocked and waited, using all of his will power to not lean against the trailer.

About a minute later, Eddie was opening the door. “What? Ashamed to be seen with me?”

“You’re the one with the reputation to protect, Munson.” Steve’s voice shook slightly.

Eddie immediately moved out of the way to let him in. Steve stepped in, nearly falling on the two steps it took to get up. He closed the door behind himself so he could lean on it.

“You okay, big boy?”

Steve tried to smile at that. He really did. “I need to sit,” was his response.

Eddie followed him to the couch, fully prepared to catch a male who was practically his own height. The injured male sucked in a breath when he sat down, his hand going to his left ribs.

“Who’d you try to fight this time, Harrington?” Eddie was on his way to the freezer to see if there was anything that could be used as an ice pack. Frozen peas and a beer should do the trick.

Steve heard the footsteps stop when the older male took in the sight before him. He had taken off the sunglasses and the hood. His eye was bruised and swollen shut, his lip was split, and his nose might have still been bleeding, but the most shocking part was his hair. It had been shaved badly. There was a line of hair that was completely missed. There were a lot of short hairs sticking out everywhere, and lines of blood…

Eddie’s hands had tightened around the items he was holding until his knuckles were white. The can might have crunched slightly, but Steve’s flinch took him out of it.

“Who am I killing?” Eddie asked as he opened the beer and held it out for Steve. As soon as the drink was taken, he carefully put the bag of peas beside him on the couch. Eddie knelt beside Steve’s knee, looking up at the crying male and resisted the urge to try and touch him.

“My, uh.” Steve paused. “My mom said I looked pretty and I blushed, you know. I must have looked too happy about it.” He couldn’t look at the male whose couch he was currently sitting on. “My dad lost his shit. Said no son of his was going to be a fucking queer, and, uh. Well you see it.” His eyes closed. “Help me take off the sweater? I don’t think I can move my arms above my head again.”

Eddie did as he was asked as gently as he could after moving the beer to the coffee table. Steve hadn’t even taken a drink. He saw red when he saw how many bruises littered the younger male's body. Saw the cuts on his hands and arms.

“Well, you aren’t going back there.” His voice left no room for argument. “Not while he’s there. Other than that, you have complete say in how to… handle this. But I’m not letting you leave. Not tonight.”

Steve sagged back against the couch and let his head fall back.

“Nope. You aren’t tilting your head back with a bloody nose, either.”

The injured male grunted, but he did listen.

“Thank you. I’ll be back with some stuff to get you cleaned up.”

Steve grunted again. Then softly, he asked a question that he never could have imagined asking before all of this. Not even in his wildest dreams. “Would you… finish shaving my head?”

Eddie’s face crumpled. Everyone knew how important Steve’s hair was to him.

“Yeah, yeah I can.”

—

Steve was as cleaned up as he was going to get without going to the hospital. The worst of his injuries were bandaged, he had an Ace bandage wrapped around his ribs, and bags of frozen peas. Eddie had let him borrow some clothes.

He felt weird in sweats and an Iron Maiden shirt, but he was grateful that they fit. That he didn’t have to go home. At some point, he had taken Eddie’s hand and intertwined their fingers when he wasn’t met with any objections. They were watching something on TV, though that was more turned on just so Steve would have an excuse to not have to talk.

He had never been more grateful to Eddie than he was right now. He was about to say something when he heard a car pulling up and he squeezed his friend’s hand tighter.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, big boy. It’s just my uncle.”

Steve let out a shaky breath and nodded. “He’s, uh. He’s going to be okay with me being here?”

“He’s used to me taking in strays.”

Steve laughed, then groaned and took his hand back to hold his ribs. “Asshole.”

“You know you love me.”

Steve was trying to figure out how to respond to that, blushing and smiling, when the door opened.

“Steve,” Wayne greeted with a nod.

“Wayne,” he replied softly.

The older male took in the sight in front of him and hummed in thought. He didn’t say anything, he just went to the kitchen and started taking stuff out of the bag that he had brought in with him. The microwave started and Steve looked at Eddie.

“He’s gonna be staying with us awhile,” Eddie informed his uncle without preamble.

“Good. He should.”

“Thank you.”

“Hmm.”

Steve wanted to take Eddie’s hand again, but he didn’t dare. Not with an adult in the house. Eddie seemed to be able to read his thoughts because next thing he knew, they were holding hands again and Steve felt himself relax again.

Wayne brought three tv dinners to the coffee table before sitting down on the couch, leaving Eddie in the middle.

“I’m not the type to make a fuss,” Wayne started. “But you aren’t going back to that house alone. I’ll go with you to get your stuff tomorrow and you’re going to stay with us. And that’s the end of it.”

“You’re getting soft,” Eddie teased with a grin.

Wayne just hummed. They all ate in silence and the only thing that Steve felt right now, the pain not included, was gratitude.

—

Steve was grateful that he had an adult with him when he got home the next day. Wayne followed him in and up to his room before standing outside the door with his arms crossed.

Steve’s mom was crying and his dad was yelling. Wayne didn’t react other than to make sure Steve was alone to gather what he needed without being hurt again.

After about fifteen minutes, he had everything he needed in a duffel bag and a couple of boxes. His mother helped him by taking a box. Wayne took the duffel bag, and Steve was left with the lighter box to carry.

“I’m not paying you to steal my boy.” There was venom in that voice that had Steve whimpering.

“I don’t need your money, Harrington.”

His stuff was put in the pickup bed. He hugged his mom who slipped him something and kissed the side of his face that had less injuries.

“I love you, Stevie. I’m sorry it turned into this.”

“Me, too, mom.”

He got in the truck and buckled up before looking out the window, away from his father.

Wayne got in as well after a few minutes, then they drove in silence. It was surprisingly comfortable.

Eddie had a Hellfire thing that Steve had refused to let him reschedule.

“Oh, um. Happy birthday by the way.” Steve said when they got back to the trailer.

“Thanks, kid.”

Steve smiled small before getting out and grabbing some stuff to bring it in. Wayne helped him get everything into Eddie’s room before humming and walking away.

Steve sat on the bed and opened the envelope that his mother had given him. Inside was the title to the car that he had been driving, and a lot of money. Way too much. His heart was pounding quickly as he stood up and went back to the living room. Wayne was sitting on the couch with a beer. Steve sat beside him and took a breath before handing him all the money that was in the envelope.

“I can’t take this.”

“Mom gave it to me.”

“It’s yours.”

“But… I’m going to be staying with you.”

Wayne looked at him. “One hundred bucks a month. Absolutely nothing more. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

—

Eddie was helping Steve clean headstones. His long hair was pulled back into a messy bun. Steve’s own hair was a few inches long.

It had been months of them spending every night in the same bed. They still did their own thing a lot during the day. But at night, there were lots of hushed conversations and giggles until sleep overtook them.

Steve was falling. Hard. But he wasn’t going to say anything. Not when all they’ve done was hold hands and cuddle.

“I have something I need to tell you,” Eddie said after a few moments of silence.

Steve’s heart skipped a beat. “Yeah? What it is.”

“I’ve been going at your pace this whole time. I was going to wait until you were ready. But I need you to know that I really want to kiss you, big boy.”

“Come here, then,” he said without hesitation.

Eddie wiped his hands on his bandana before turning toward the younger male, gently cupping his face, and pressing their lips together.

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #steve x eddie #steddie fanfiction #Steve’s dad is a dick #mentions of abuse #the aftermath of abuse #wayne munson #I love Wayne Munson #protective Munson’s #Steddie’s first kiss #slowandsteddie

[fromtheseventhhell]

It's crazy that people still uphold show!Sansa as a well-written character and pretend that liking her is the pinnacle of feminism when it would be infinitely more impactful to acknowledge her terrible and misogynistic writing. This is the same character who, while written by two men, was thankful for the abuse she suffered because it allowed her to grow. The same character who we had to be told was smart because the writers were too lazy to develop or show her intelligence. The same character who had to rely heavily on the men surrounding her and ended up accomplishing nothing on her own merit ( and no, thinking that she deserved to be Queen doesn't mean that she earned it). She is not well-written, she is not complex, and she is not a feminist character. Which is fine! If you enjoy her then good on you, but please stop pretending that she's something she isn't just because you feel the need to justify liking her character

#anti got #anti d&d #anti show sansa #anti sansa stans #like literally one of the worst written characters on that show because they tried so hard to make her the most important #while being entirely incompetent and their only method of doing so was to steal from other characters which ruined the plot #the only arguable achievement was defeating LF but even then it's written in the script that she had to go to Bran to explain things #/she rallied the Vale army!/ no she didn't 😭 she wrote a letter to LF and he did everything. instead of showing her arc in the Vale and #her learning about politics to rally them herself they took the quickest route to give her a /badass/ savior scene #which only ended up making her look selfish + power-hungry for putting her brothers' lives at risk for not telling anybody about said lette #and idiotic in the aftermath after relying once again on LF even though he was very obviously manipulating her #/pawn to player/ sounds catchy on paper but without seeing that growth/development it doesn't work #Arya was terribly written but at least we /saw/ her training in a way we never did with Sansa #and people try to apply this same logic to the books and think she's gonna suddenly spring forth as a political mastermind #when that's not how George writes...we see characters develop and make mistakes on page and get actual earned growth #feminism isn't defending the writing of two men who gave her a rape plot not in the books because they thought it was /interesting/ #when the only aspect of that plot they adapted was a woman suffering abuse :/ #and as per usual with stansas their only /evidence/ of her being well-written is accusing you of being misogynistic if you don't like her

[furiousgoldfish]

The compulsion to do whatever people are expecting of you so you wouldn’t have to deal with them being disappointed and upset and angry at you  vs  the raw need to scream at everyone having expectations of you to leave you the hell alone because you have your own damn life you want to live and you’re not a support character for theirs

#feeling pressured by expectations #abuse aftermath #feeling scared to step out of expectations #running yourself ragged trying to be everything for everyone #because you're scared the alternative is being nothing to no one #boundaries #free will

[angelbvn]

maybe i’ll forever be a child forced to act like an adult.

#brainrot.txt #childhood trauma #trauma aftermath #child abuse #trauam core #traumatized

[crimeboys]

i’ve seen a lot of people wondering what they “should do” in terms of stuff like fanfiction/fanart and their enjoyment of dsmp, and you have gotta take a step back man. we are on like day 3 of learning that wilbur soot’s a piece of shit and most decisions you make/thoughts you have are going to be heavily based on emotional responses, which is very fair, but most of these decisions do not need to be made right now. most of these thoughts are just going to send you spiraling.

it feels like the end of the world, it feels like everything you love is ruined, but at the end of the day a shitty guy made something you love and now you still have that love. this has unfortunately been happening since the beginning of time. i remember when the dream situation happened, i thought i would never be able to write about dsmp again, especially not about his character. i got through a lot of that time period by writing a fic where cdrm was not involved whatsoever which helped me not spiral from thinking about the character to the guy. two months afterward, i drafted up an idea for a story where cdrm was the main character and have not looked back.

shit like this takes time and you don’t need to make every single decision in every single aspect of your life that this guy touched right this second. you’re stressing yourself out about things that ultimately don’t really matter right now. focus on yourself, your safety and comfort, and if you can, sharing what shelby talked about in her stream in the hopes of helping out other people who were/are abused and what those signs can be. everything is new and shitty, give yourself time to breathe.

#text post #mine #abuse #not making this rebloggable bc i think it’s important but i dont think it should be the focus of anything i was just seeing a lot of despai #specifically about writing fics and stuff and like? just dont think about the rn fr. you’ll figure it out eventually you do not need to #stress yourself out about it constantly. watch a shitty show hang out with your friends do anything else than think about every single #action you are going to take in the aftermath of something that Just happened

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

Whumpuary 2024 Day 15

15. (Jan 29-31) You're safe / Aftermath / Touch starved 

cw aftermath of torture, conditioned whumpee, physical abuse, captivity

Whumper gently lays them on the bed, mindful of Whumpee’s bruised ribs and sprained ankle. Or maybe it’s broken—they can’t tell. All they know is that everything hurts and their vision is still blurry. But Whumper shushes them and pets their hair, wiping away Whumpee’s tears as they sob. 

“It’s okay, it’s all over now,” they coo. Whumper is always so sweet after their little sessions—it's disarming. “You did so good for me, angel.” 

They feel empty and utterly drained—they always do after Whumper is done with them. And the worst part is that Whumpee always ends up craving their touch. They should hate Whumper. But after hours of being tortured and humiliated in whatever ways Whumper feels like, all they want is to be held. To be praised. They let their eyes slip shut as they reach out for their captor, tugging them closer. 

“Aw, honey,” Whumper murmurs, lying down beside them and gathering Whumpee in their arms. “Rest, okay? You did so well tonight. You can sleep now, and I’ll be right here.” 

Whumpee sniffles as their cries begin to peter out, exhaustion overtaking them. They nuzzle their head into Whumper’s chest and take comfort in the affection, too tired to wonder what horrors Whumper has planned for them tomorrow.  

For now, they can sleep. 

taglist: @morning-star-whump

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno15 #aftermath #touchstarved #aftermath of whump #whump #whump writing #captive whumpee #physical abuse #whumpblr #conditioned whumpee #snippet

[squeakitties]

#octavia umberlight #aurora #<-her abusive sister ate shit and died and this is the aftermath

[melblogsgfreethruptsd]

#toxic parents #emotional abuse #aftermath #accountability #guilt tripping #manipulation #unhealthy relationships #toxic family #scapegoat #boundaries