#family abuse ment

[yandere--stuck]

if you have any more thoughts on the Joker Junior extending the family take I'd love to hear them!! Would J be interested in having Nightwing with them? Or Alfred? I'm not sure how well either of them would take to the venom, but if they have Batman anything's possible

Less ideas and more of an actual fic, oopsie!

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Three weeks. Three long, agonizing weeks without Tim. Three weeks of hoping beyond all hope that he was somehow fine. That they'd all look back on this and laugh.

But, no. Eventually, Bruce was able to get word that The Joker and Harley had holed themselves up in the abandoned Arkham Asylum, and something in his gut that made him sick knew there was some correlation.

Part of him hadn't wanted Barbara to come along, but he also knew he wouldn't be able to stop her even if he tried. So, the two of them traversed through the crumbling asylum together and followed the echoing sound of Harley's voice singing a lullaby.

“Hush, little baby, don't say a word,

Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird,

And if that mockingbird don't sing,

Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring….”

Closer, closer. It took both of them every bit of will they had not to sprint through the halls as fast as their legs could carry them. As Harley’s voice grew even louder, Barbara split up to find another way in while Bruce took the lead. His heart nearly leapt from his chest with anticipation as he closed in on her location.

“And if that diamond ring is brass,

Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass,

And if that looking glass gets broke-”

The moment Harley saw him burst through the double doors, she perked up, greeting Bruce with a smile. She was cradling a flower vase in her arms, which she set down onto a covered table. Craning her neck, she shouted over her shoulder. “Puddin’, Hubby's home!”

Bruce’s eyes followed Harley’s gaze, spotting Joker on the second floor where he rested on a recliner. With a flourish, The Clown rose to his feet, turning away from his rabbit-eared television set and popping a pipe from his mouth, tossing it aside. 

“Well, hello, dear!” Joker strolled down the stairs, stopping just shy of Batman. He wrapped an arm around Harley, the two of them smiling sweetly at their bat. “Welcome home.”

Bruce all but snarled in their faces, leaning close and baring his teeth. “Where's Robin?”

Both clowns shared a quizzical look.

“Robin?” Joker repeated with a quirk of his head. “There's no Robin here!”

“Maybe he means our little J,” Harley offered.

The Clown Prince of Crime snapped his fingers. “Of course! That's it.”

Meeting the Bat's eyes, smiling back at his scowl, Joker gestured to the other side of the room. To whatever was being concealed behind the large blue curtain. And Bruce couldn't help his rage, shoving the couple aside roughly as he moved to cross the room. 

The Joker stumbled back, recovering with the shake of his head and click of his tongue.  “He must be so stressed out from work.”

“I hate it when he gets like this. He never knows when ta relax,” Harley shook her head and reached underneath the table, pulling out a bazooka from beneath the tablecloth. She fired, and a band of ribbons erupted from the muzzle, knocking Batman to the floor with a hard thud and wrapping him up like a gift - bow and all.

“Good thing he has us. Hmm, now what say we bring this little gift of ours back to the bedroom to unwrap?”

Joker's grin stretched just a little wider as he noticed the movement of Batman's hand - holding it up just so as if to signal someone, just out of eyesight, to stand down. Joker's eyes crinkled. Perfect. He wondered, was it the eldest birdboy? Or maybe they'd be getting two bats with one stone?

“Y'know, Bat's, we've been doing this little run around for years,” Joker spoke again, approaching his prone enemy. “It's been loads of laughs! But the sad fact is - none of us are getting any younger.”

Harley joined his side, patting her stomach. “That ol’ clock's a tickin’!”

“Quite right, Pooh! So, Harley and I were thinking it's about time the three of us finally settled down together.”

“But rather than experiencing the joys of pregnancy, we decided the best way would be to just marry into the family.”

Hand-in-hand, the clowns walked over their Bat's prone form to each rest a hand on the curtain in front of them. 

“But no matter how happy we are to join you, we were a bit disappointed that we didn't really have the chance to nurture them, too,” Joker lamented. “And after all, what better way to officially join the family than to impart a little bit of our personalities to the kiddos? He needed a bit of molding, of course, but-”

The couple yanked on each side of the curtain, the blue cloth sliding and billowing out as it parted - revealing a child strapped to a medical examination table.

“... What kid doesn't?” Joker finished with a grin, drinking in the Dark Knight's reaction. 

Bruce couldn't help the exhale of ‘no’ that left him. Couldn't even blink, too horrified to look away from what had been done to Tim. The horror set in all at once, like freezing water flooding through every nerve in his system.

Joker brought Tim forward with the click of a button, the table rolling forward and bringing the boy into the light. 

Tim...

His face an acid-washed white. His hair an unearthly green. His Robin costume now replaced with an exact recreation of Joker's own suit. And his face… Contorted in a pained smile and his eyes wide and afraid, unblinking.

“Say hello to Dada, JJ,” Joker cooed.

Tim's eyes, seeming to glow red in the light, shifted from Joker to Batman. He leaned further into the light, locking eyes with Bruce, and laughed. He laughed in a way Bruce had never, ever heard before. He unbound himself from the table, leaping to the floor on scrawny legs - God, how much weight had he lost in such a short amount of time. What had they done to his boy?

All at once, the cold shock and dawning horror inside Bruce shifted - and his whole body was alight with rage, like a fire inside threatening to escape through every orifice as he ripped through his bonds. The shout he made was near inhuman, launching a batarang he had cut the ribbons with directly at Joker's head, only for the Clown to dodge it with ease.

Harsh giggles flooded from Joker's throat, wiggling a finger in a ‘come hither’ motion before jumping onto the now vacant medical table, rocketing off with the click of a button, causing Bruce to almost stumble and reorient himself to take off after him - and leaving Barbara to deal with Harley.

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Giggles bubbled from Tim JJ's throat as he stared unblinkingly down at his father, body crumpled on the floor, cape draped almost protectively over his prone body. And with giddy glee, The Joker Papa J hopped down from the giant building blocks he was perched upon, where he had sliced at Batman and sent him tumbling down only seconds ago.

It was all a blur for Bruce. The chase. The horrific videos of Tim… Tim's torture. Three weeks. Three weeks of that Hell. Electrocution. Beatings. Torment. Starvation. And it was all his fault. He'd failed him. The rage that had filled him nearly completely, made him seen red, had all been snuffed out. 

First Jason. Now Tim. And Bruce still couldn't bring him to end this. His vision swam, and he could barely even focus. Not on Tim. Not on the man who tortured him. But… Wait. Where was-?

With a final hop, Joker landed in front of Batman in a crouch, hovering over him with a sly grin.

“You've lost, Bruce,” He rasped, and just hearing the name on the clown's lips made JJ seize up, his forever-smile momentarily twitching and a flood of nervous giggles escaping him. The clown continued, voice low. “Robin is mine… And now, so are you.” 

And with a hearty heft, Joker lifted Bruce up by the scruff of his cowl and cape, as if presenting him. The grin of his face, the look in his eyes, as he looked down on his enemy. So proud of himself, so smug.

And Bruce. He looked in a daze, lost and beaten. Blood dripped from his lips.

This isn't what Papa promised. He said everything would be okay now. That he'd see Dad and Dick and Babs and Alfred again and he wouldn't be mean or hurt him again, because Papa knew he would be good now…

But when Joker met his eyes, something in them changed - his smile warping to somehow become comforting, happier. The darkness in his eyes dissipated, replaced with an excited shine. And with a free hand, The Clown grabbed for a large gun that looked more like a toy than anything.

“Here ya go, sonny-boy!” He said, tossing the weapon.

JJ scrambled forward to catch it. He couldn't help but notice how light the gun felt as he cradled it in his shaking, gloved hands. For a moment, he couldn't look away.

“Make him one of us,” The Joker urged, voice like a hiss. 

It wasn't a conscious decision to aim the gun. It just happened. Like one minute, JJ was there and gone and back again. His hands shook so hard that he could hardly keep the weapon straight. Could barely even look at him. At the mask. At the man behind it.

“Tim…” Batman breathed. JJ had never heard his voice sound so small.

JJ would swear he couldn't breathe if it weren't for the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the wheezing, giggling exhales that escaped him as he struggled to calm down. Tears threatened to pool from his eyes.

This wasn't right. But, Papa knows best. He said everything would be okay afterward. He said he wouldn't be punished again. But, he couldn't. But, he couldn't run, either - too scared. Too weak. He wanted to be home. He wanted his family. He wanted to stop crying, to be able to breathe, to run into his fathers’ arms-

“It's alright now, JJ,” The Joker soothed, recapturing the boy's attention. “Just pull the trigger, and everything will be okay.”

JJ wanted his Papa to be telling the truth. He just wanted everything to be okay. He just wanted it all to stop. Bruce, please forgive him.

His finger squeezed around the trigger-

Joker's laugh filled the room, just as a green mist began flooding from the gun’s opening. It spread through the air and quickly covered both men. Joker laughed long and loud as he clung to Batman. He pulled his Bat into an embrace, a smile so bright and wide it made the corners of his mouth rip, as Bruce began to choke and hack.

The man seized up and shook in Joker's arms. Slow at first, but soon trembling and writhing in agony, barely restrained and pained chuckles escaping him. So much hurt flooding through every nerve and system that almost faculties left him. His lungs burned, his face ached, he couldn't feel his extremities and wouldn't have been able to hold himself up without Joker's hold on him. Bruce wasn't sure if he could speak or even breathe anymore, but somehow his body found it in itself to betray him, forcing laughter from gritted teeth.

Joker took a knee, gently laying Batman to the ground. The bat spasmed and jerked. Tears began to fall from behind his mask, shining on his cheeks in the light. Gloved hands caressed the sides of Bruce's face. Green eyes glinted in the light as they watched each movement of the other man - every sputter, every gasp, every choked out laugh, every pained, slowly blooming smile that wobbled onto his face.

“You must be so scared, aren't you, sweetheart?” Joker cooed. “You've been scared this whole time, haven't you? Ever since that night in the alleyway...”

Batman didn't reply - couldn't. His eyes crinkled as his smile grew involuntarily. All he could do was return the man's gaze with a manic smile that wasn't his own.

Joker stroked the top of his cowl lovingly. “But it's okay now, Bruce. You don't have to be scared anymore. You don't have to be strong. Don't have to hold yourself back. Me and Harl will build you back up to what you were meant to be. We'll be brave for you now. And do you know why?” 

Bruce couldn't respond. For one, the agony of whatever this was, whatever Joker had planned for him, blotted out almost all thoughts in his mind completely. Could only tremble and writhe and cry and laugh. Laugh. Laugh. The laughing made it hurt just a little less. But he could still barely even register what the other man was saying. What he could register, though, was the image of Joker slowly leaning down to press his lips to Bruce's cloaked forehead.

“Because we love you.” Joker finished.

—

“Ohhhh, Harley!” Joker's voice rang through the cavernous halls of the abandoned asylum. “Barbie's turn!”

Barbara's stomach sunk to her feet and her heart skipped a beat. Barbie? No. No, there was no way, he could have known her name. Oh God, what happened to Bruce-?

In the middle of her ruminations, Harley caught her by surprise. A jab to the face, the pull of her leg to trip her up leaving her scrambling to correct her fall- only for her to feel hand grasp tightly at the nape of her neck, coiling painfully at the root of her hair. She was shoved onto her stomach, face-to-face with the dirty, cracked tiles of the former asylum’s floor.

“You know what that means! C'mon, Barbie,” Harley grunted, fingers twisting in the roots of her hair. She lunged forward, slamming her face to the floor with a sick crunch. “Let's go party!”

And everything went dark.

… Barbara awoke with a groan. The smell of pennies flooded her nostrils. Her vision was bleary and swam as she struggled to open her eyes.

A dark figure entered her vision from her periphery, and it loomed over a figure clad in purple. And for a moment, just one moment, she allowed herself to hope.

But, that hope crumbled just as quickly as Joker's voice entered her ears. 

“You're okay, Bruce, you're okay, sweetie. You're gonna play nice now, right?”

Barbara couldn't help but shudder at the sound of Bruce's laugh in reply.

Hands found their way to Barbara's hair again, this time much softer. Not grabbing, just brushing and stroking almost soothingly.

“Wakey, wakey, eggs ‘n bakey,” Harley sang as she carded her hands through the younger woman's hair. “Y'know, I've always wanted a daughter. A little girl of my own. You think you'd ever want Mama to braid your hair for you? It's so pretty!”

“Ah, welcome back to the land of the living, Barbie,” Joker greeted. “Your Dad and I were just talking about you. A real chip off the ol’ block. Now all we need is to make it official.”

Barbara watched as Tim approached Bruce, pushing a gun of some kind into his hands. The Batman held it in his hands, smiling down at the weapon - but seemed almost hesitant. Unsure. Like he knew this was wrong. Like the weapon would somehow come alive and bite him.

“Batman, listen to me,” Batgirl pleaded. “Don't do this. Whatever they've done to you, this isn't you.”

“Oh, but it is! And soon it'll be you, too,” Harley corrected, walking back to give herself some distance.

“I know you're torn, Batsy, but I promise this is for the best,” Joker rubbed circles into the other man's back. “We'll all finally be together. Once we get Barbie here, then we'll get Dick and Al. And we'll be a family! They'll never be hurt again. You'll never be hurt again, sweetheart. I won't let anything bad happen anymore. You'll get your happily ever after. You won't be afraid ever again, I promise.”

Tears stung at Barbara's cheeks as she begged. “Batman, please!”

And for a moment, she thought she somehow got through to him. They locked eyes and Bruce smiled at her with a smile that isn't his own. But, she thought she could see understanding or recognition or something in his eyes, and was sure he'd toss the gun away and start kicking Joker's ass.

But, she was wrong.

With a hiss, green toxin flooded all around her. Even over her screams, the sounds of Joker, Tim, Harley, and Bruce's laughter smothered her completely. And soon after, so did her own.

#yandere x character #poly Yandere #familial yandere #platonic yandere #batjokes #batjarley #batjoquinn #torture mention #torture tw #torture cw #child abuse mention #child abuse tw #child abuse cw #child abuse ment cw #yandere x character x yandere #joker junior #joker jr #batman beyond: return of the joker #yandere #yandere joker #yandere Harley Quinn #yandere Harleen Quinzel #jokerized #blood

[coulsonlives]

#mental health #self care #toxic parents #toxic family #abuse #familial abuse #abuse ment cw #so true tho

[dimonds456]

re: your "positive post" some of us are abusers dawg. no getting past that and there's no such thing as healing for that. idk why people keep saying that shit when its dead obvious abusers dont change

See this? This attitude right here? This is what is stopping you from changing.

Everyone can realize that they need to change. Most of us do need to change, at least on some level. Humans are meant to grow and change throughout our lives, that's why it takes 25 years for our brains to finish developing.

So you fucked up. Badly. No one is denying that.

But, that doesn't mean you're doomed to repeat yourself.

You have the power within you to realize what you're doing and stop. No one else can do it for you. If you realize you're falling back on old habits, take a breath, apologize, and walk away for a little while to cool off, reflect, or whatever else you need to do instead of just committing to the path you've chosen.

You might relapse. You might think it's too hard. You might find yourself wondering if it'd even be worth it to put in the effort to be better. I can promise you right now that it is. It is worth it. Growth isn't linear, and you cannot get better overnight. But that doesn't mean you're done for.

If the people you hurt don't want to be around you, that's completely fair. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't meet new people or lock yourself away in a cave somewhere.

Being good is a choice.

Everyone can change, and you can do a little better, even if you don't think so. I promise.

#dimond speaks #growth #positivity #abuse ment #tw abuse ment #yes that last line is a reference but its one that literally saved my life so i feel like its weight is important #i'm also not debating this any further. everyone can grow and change and I firmly believe that. #if you can try to get a therapist to help you or a family member #but it's not gloom and doom because you have a messy past #yes you hurt people but you know what? so have i. so has everyone at some point. #that doesn't mean you're doomed to always be the enemy or the bad guy. #just means you have to try harder to move on. #good luck man. i believe you can do this.

[herequeerexitentialfear]

why the fuck does my father get to have a life of his own. When I cut him out my life he should have stayed exactly where he was until I was ready to forgive him. He spent my whole life trapped in his trauma he should have stayed there begging for me to talk to him again until the end of time. I will always bear the damage he did to me, he doesn't get freedom from that, he shouldn't get love when it took everything for me to deny him it. Why was she enough for him to change- why wasn't I.

#thebirdspeaks #And there's my daddy issues #haven't seen them in a hot second #My father's house be hitting different now I've realised he's got a life outside of me #Childish but I am his fuckinf child #I was ready to forgive him because you forgive an abused dog who doesn't know better for biting what's vulnerable #But it feels like he's proving that he can learn not to bite #And I'm still scarred #Because I was right in that I was never enough for him to change #No matter how much he said he loved me #What's the quote about fantastic Mr fox and fathers #Some men arnt ment to be fathers #No matter how much they try and love their kids #I think that's true for his side of the family #Interesting people #Horrible parents #I'm never having kids I'm not doing that to someone else

[toringo]

#william afton #fnaf headcanons #fnaf #fnaf poll #five nights at freddy's #the afton family #afton family #william afton headcanon #fnaf purple guy #abuse ment tw #abuse tw #neglect tw #neglect mention #tw child death

[altargarden]

prayer to satan for those who are subject to injustice

knitted together by compassion for the abused

it is time to scoop up your children, satan

hold us, shield us, fight for us

and in turn, we will return this all to you

protect us, satan

from the people who wish to harm

hold us, cradle us, comfort us

and carry our fragile bodies

as you bring us into a better future

#theistic satanism #prayers #for context - i wrote this as i am disabled and i do not live with friendly family members #i hope it brings some of you comfort as well #bun talks #abuse tw #abuse ment

[tqsg]

I noticed to asked for Valgrace prompts so here’s one!

they’re both superhero’s and they’re pretending to date their secret identities so they don’t get caught. Idk what else happens but make sure valgrace ends up together

ok for this one i’ll probably so notes / overall summary for this one i hope that’s ok!!

so personally i am obsessed with the idea of a villian dating a superhero so maybe leo used to be a villian.! i think leo would have been the villain instead of jason because 1: fire is often seen as horribly dangerous and 2: jason is most usually portrayed as being noble and sorts.!

maybe leo met jason and he instantly fell in love? he probably hated himself for it because : jason’s the good guy! i’m the bad guy! plus after everything i’ve done? he would never love me…

jason catches him in a moment of intense vulnerability and realizes leo doesn’t actually want to be the villian.

he catches leo in private and tells him he knows leo doesn’t want to do all this, maybe he never did.

leo doesn’t look at jason, but he ends up telling jason he’s right. leo never wanted it to be like this.

they end up meeting in private more after that. they laugh and smile and just overall have good times together.!

one day they are sitting together and jason looks over at leo. leo knows what’s about to happen, and he lets it happen.

they reach for each other slowly, and don’t stay in the kiss for long. they kind of look at each other, jason smiling and leo’s mouth wide open (almost in shock like: did that really just happen?)

they continue to meet in private, sharing kisses like promises.

maybe eventually there’s a battle and jason (on an impulse) saves leo’s life. up until this point they kept up the charade of leo being a villian and the both of them being sworn enemies.

they have to come out as that they are together perhaps ? and deal with the aftermath of it all,.

they meet again in private and hold each other for hours and hours, not knowing what to do. this is so because leo is now in danger from his family, as they are all horribly evil. jason doesn’t want to lose leo, but the future is unclear for the both of them. he doesn’t want to lose leo, but he doesn’t want leo to get hurt either.

maybe leo has to face his family and there’s a fight. not a verbal one, but a battle. it could symbolize leo moving on from his past and choosing love over hate.

leo runs to jason, and kisses him. they embrace, and it’s love. love won the battle, in the end. isn’t that so beautiful, how love wins?

i know this is kind of different from the prompt jsksks but uh!! yeah!! hope this is okay!! :3

#asks #valgrace #valgrace au #leo valdez #jason grace #superhero au #kind of #riordanverse #family ment #abusive family tw #??? kind of #putting it there in case

[subterra-rose]

I think Hunter is a good character in showing how trauma can be reductive to a person’ view of self because as someone who grew up abused by a guardian, a lot of the anger and resentment directed at me as a child wasn’t my fault, but the result of someone taking her bitterness out on someone who reminded her of the person who hurt her. And it can take a lot of time to heal from having to hear your entire life you’re just like that person and then figure out who you are outside of that perception

#texting my patience #child abuse ment #not even gonna go into the generational trauma of the coven system vs real life indigenous people because that’s #a whole new can of worms to open up and I don’t want to talk about personal family stuff #ok to rb but do not clown #the owl house

[zhuhongs]

yk, i get why my brother had a drinking problem. our childhood was sooooo much. genuinely. they need to invent a belizean childhood that isnt horribly toxic and marked by cheating, alcoholism, and abuse bc the food and music and cutlure is soooo good minus the aforementioned aspects

#im gonna say it. there was no reason for me to end up rejecting belizean culture as much as i did to try and hide behind cultures so differe #nt from my own bc of the intense rejection and abuse i faced from my family. there's no reason i should speak fucking hokkien more than #kriol. im fucking belizean. the reason i took up jpn and korean and later chinese was bc they felt so different from belizean culture which #caused me so much pain and continues to pains me sooo much. like #why did i end up like this. if my ancestors could see me theyd be so confused 為什麼會這樣 #i just wanted to fit in so bad but everyone in my family was so cruel and i couldnt take it so i just. rejected it all abd now im so far #removed from the culture its embarassing and i just.... fuckkkkk #alcohol cw #🐌.txt #abuse ment #hhhhhhhhh

[givemebishies]

When I was growing up my dad was an actual drill instructor in the army and he could be really verbally abusive because he would fully lean into that commander attitude even when he wasn’t at work, so ngl seeing Jake talk down to his kids like he was their commander was kinda triggering lolol

#I feel like I should kin lo’ak because our daddy issues match #chatterbun #avatar twow #avatar spoilers #avatar the way of water #avatar #cw verbal abuse ment #cw daddy issues ment #lol just in case #but like for real when neytiri scolded him and said #they’re not soildiers they’re your family #hit me like a ton of bricks #cuz my mom literally said those exact words to my dad asdghjkkgfd #home = hit #waves at lo’ak #same hat

[considermygenderminecrafted]

I'm thinking about how Wilburs fantasy wasn't triggered by Tommy tellin Wilbur he'd been abused, it was triggered because he'd almost lost Tommy.

#Wilbur soot #it was not a righteous fury of a man confronted with injustice it was the anger of someone whos had their rose bush destroyed #tw: abuse ment #he infact asked tommy if hed deaerved the abuse #i saw uhhh spoons take that wilbur was doin that bevause he was worried him in pogtopia might have counted? and j agree #i also think that like the bits before pogtopia were also abusive #i think Wilbur was tommy first abuser and thata why he tried to frame it Like That #'oh he got physical that changes things' does jt mr pacifist? Wilbur soot who used words not weapons. why does thst count more? #anyway #not a righteous fury. it was the anger kf someone whod see someone mess with their very expensive family heirloom.

[struggling-to-find-home]

I don't know whether I've mentioned this, but currently I'm in a half here - half there situation regarding abusive family because (yaaaaaay!) I moved out for uni but (nooooooo!) Still have to see them every two weeks and they're still complete motherfucking assholes. But, matter of fact is: I still spend 80% of my time away from them now, which means suddenly, after literally having an entire life spent under a concrete block of dysfunction, my brain is experiencing life where I am mostly safe.

Which means the last few weeks have been... Interesting.

At first, it came as sudden panic attacks from literally nothing, and I was just sitting in the flat, confused as to what the fuck was happening and why was my body having a reaction that's usually caused by an abusive episode.

After a week, that settled.

Then, passive trauma processing began - which I could decipher from the mood spikes and the absurd amount of emotion that was not supposed to be there, in general. Which was fine, I was used to balancing processing with a healthy life, so I thought to myself, no big deal, if this is what my brain is doing, so be it.

And once again I miscalculated.

Because now, it's as if all of the horrible shit that was tightly kept under wraps suddenly broke free and exploded.

I can physically feel the trauma that's swirling in my chest. More - it's like I am merely a physical shell that purely trauma inhabits. Instead of the usual sluggishly bleeding wound that has closed and healed up in some sections, it's like a hurricane - raging and claiming every free space.

It's so fucking chaotic and encompassing and how the fuck am I supposed to function like this????? What the fuck, brain?????? What happened to letting me process one memory at a time?????? Why did you have to dump 18 years of bad emotions on me????

I am not having a good time. No, I am in everything that isn't my mental state, but when it comes to my mental state, I'm not having a good time.

#vent tw #life after abuse #toxic family #toxic household #dysfunctional family #toxic parents #toxic mother #dysfunctional parents #actually traumatized #toxic siblings #abuse ment tw

[bxdtime-ceai]

it took moving across the world twice for me to realize just how toxic relying on abusive family members for access to my heritage can be. it's a lot more freeing and enjoyable to learn about my culture on my own terms from a distance while healing

#mine #thoughts #culture #heritage #personal #abuse ment #toxic family

[pinkfey]

i think people could be more mindful of how they use the word cult/talk about cults and should take cult victims into consideration a bit more in general :]

#i don’t mean this passive aggressively #it too me my whole life to come to terms with the fact that i was raised in a cult and that my family is in one #*took #because the abuse and manipulation was that subtle and THAT ingrained in me #and ohhhhh the way the cult itself is spoken about online as well as other cults is just #sometimes it’s clear when people don’t care about victims and care more about seeming woke #like. my family’s cult isn’t a gotcha moment. it’s serious. #anyway :) i’m not angry or upset it’s just a point i’ve been mulling over a bit lately #anyways.txt #cult ment. #and i’m talking about irl cults not fictional ones. to me i don’t mind when people write one dimensional cults as antagonists in fiction #but i know some victims really dislike it #it bothers me when real cults are portrayed as very obvious like in the movies. they aren’t. mine wasn’t.

[emdotcom]

I love being a little hater 🐌!!!

#gale chatter #me watching my shitass cousin fall over herself to always do the worst thing possible #after she tried to ruin my life bc i said i didn't like her beating her dog #animal abuse ment #animal abuse #this is not vent i'm fucking EXCITED i love when she ruins her own life I don't have to do shit to her #i can keep on being polite & reasonably nice & she will keep telling me about all her sad little issues #& i will mot say shit to anyone about it but i will fucking laugh #need to clarify. you gotta do some high-grade evil shit before i get to this level of hate for you #i am evil this is true & a hater but i am also inherently polite & it is straight up against the coding in my brain #to be needlessly cruel #i have to unravel all the wires before i can actually want harm to befall you & that doesn't happen easily #you have to do some shit like. idk. lie about me to my family & coworkers & try to lose me my job & home. #but that's a craaazy example from nowhere /lie i am lying she did that to me bc i hate animal abuse #okay this is vent. i admit it #negative #vent

[campirebites]

#I PROMISE IM FINE I PROMISE IM FINE I PROMISE IM FINE #venting // #csa ment // #tw financial abuse and verbal abuse #hahahahahahhahahahaahhahaaahhahaa my f*ther is being financially ab*sive in the hallway 🥰🥰 #pls go somewhere else #remove yourself from in front of my door oh my gos #hell hell hell hell hell hell #his screaming lichrally sends me into a full body panic #my m*ther was able to calm him down enough to not send me overboard but why must you dispute Amazon charges and belittle your wife in front #of my bedroom #god forbid your wife READS BOOKS ON HER KINDLE OH GOD WHAT A FUCKING CRAZY CATAGORY FIVE WOMAN MOMENT AAAA #nobody: #he starts screaming again #me: oh maybe today is the day he snaps and starts trying to k*ck me again ajdhsjsjsjs #I <3 my home life !!!! #we’re actually just one big happy family this is all an act mt parents actually paid SO MUCH attention to me as a kid they went to ALL of #my sports games and told me they loved me very often and made me feel very important it’s true and not at all a smile #*lie #and now he’s on the phone w his racist republican transphobic homophobic awful mean brother who I think sa’d me as a kid so that’s cool :))) #I’m a lil nauseous v hungry kinda miserable in pain and in fight flight or freeze spoiler alert it is freeze #stressing people w my vents is not the point and stresses me more ahdhddhjss pls if I stress u out don’t tell me sorry ahdhdjjshsbshs #I just need to get it OUT and typing it like a text post is like venting to a friend without the mortifying ordeal of being known #I can’t talk about my family shit with like anyone bc it’s so fucking EMBARASSING I want to die I can’t handle it #anyway a vent within a vent #I have people I can talk to I have people I can trust I just can’t handle admitting to another person the way we live #it’s mortifying #and the fact that I still seek their approval?? and that my sibling is turning into a miniature version of them??? and the fact that all 4 #why the fuck did you have kids you should’ve adopted dogs from the get go #mayhaps I should fake my own death AJSHSJSJ IM KIDDINF