#twabuse

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[CHOKING]

Arturo: Have you forgotten how to chew overnight? Kian: [splutters something inaudible] Arturo: What’s the matter with you?

Alea: I think he wants you t’come n’ see this. Arturo: It’s too early for you two and your nonsense. Kian: [coughs] This is serious!

Arturo: Hm. Kian: What do you mean, hm?! This is a disaster! Arturo: [tuts] Panicking won’t help, Kian.

Riona: You-… Alea: [scoffs] I wish I could take credit for this, believe me. Kian: She wouldn’t!

Arturo: Give it a rest, Riona; it’s more likely to be a whistle-blower within the force. Hell, even Leah wouldn’t know this much. Riona: Hmph, I-… Arturo: You two, out.

…

Kian: Did you have anything to do with this?! Alea: I’ve barely left your side since I got back from Del Sol, when the fuck d’you think I’d find the time, Kian?! Kian: That’s not an answer.

Alea: I had nothin’ t’do with it… Happy? Kian: Happy?! I-.. we could all end up in prison! Alea: Boo fuckin’ hoo, it’s the same damn difference.

Kian: Would you even say anything, if you knew? Alea: I reckon you know the answer t’that by now. Kian: …

Alea: That all you got? Kian: I… Alea: Daddy would be disappointed.

Kian: We’re not the same! I didn’t mean to; you know I wouldn’t lay a finger on you. Alea: Funny, how y’kinda just did. Kian: It was unintentional! I’m-.. I don’t want to go to prison.

Alea: Well, y’reap what y’sow. Kian: Leah-… Alea: Don’t worry too much, I doubt you’d last long.

#somnium #sims 4 #storytelling #ts4 story #sims story #simblr #arturo flanagan #kian flanagan #riona flanagan #alea #twabuse #i think alea enjoyed all that.. despite the slapping #i almost.. ALMOST feel sorry for kian #scared n looking for comfort n' receiving hostility in return but.. y'reap what y'sow! #aha

[drown-2000]

Oh what the fuck is wrong with me

#2am thoughts #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #poetry #ptsd #self harm #self h@rm #self mutalition #i'm sad #mentally fucked #actually mentally ill #actually bpd #actually borderline #spilled thoughts #relationships #tw #twabuse

[belekanepentagram]

skeatch8

(these so far will become my favorite notty concepts)

child Notty (for me...shadow plushy is very canon):

teen notty:

#headcanons #Hatred guy #hatred #hatred game #hatredboi #fanart #Destructive creations #i have more headcanon #headcanon #blood #twabuse #twgore #tw bullying #not important #Notten #notty

[voicesintulips]

cut my head beg my body             for forgiveness you've misused my femininity             as property forcing me,             not loving me rushing me             to leave me behind dressed in red you've cut my head - voices in tulips

#poem #roses #womenslit #TW #twabuse #abusepoem #traumapoem

[oliver-hawthorn]

More than almost anything,

The people that raised me

Were stupid;

Which is why, once,

On the way to pick my brother up

From school,

When my father told me he would

Take my paychecks if my grades didn't improve,

He thought I was telling on him

For molesting me

When I had called the idea extortion.

He had thought extortion could only

Relate back to sex.

And my step mother had balked,

Her mouth opening a few times-

Like some broken wall mounted bass-

Before asking me

"How could you ever say that about your father?"

"That's fucking disgusting. You're disgusting."

"Implying your father would do something sexually abusive to you!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Which was just

So fucking funny to me at the time

Because of how many ways she was wrong.

So I snorted and said

"That's not the only type of extortion, that isn't what that means."

And she had come back with

"You're failing high-school, don't try to tell us shit."

And my father, who, I realize now,

Was probably incredibly afraid of me in that moment-

A one hundred and twenty pound teenager-

Flipped his seat back hard against my legs

And started hitting me-

Realistically, probably in some

Stupidity fueled desperation to change the subject.

But stupid or not,

It hurt-

Open palms and closed fists that just kept coming,

His shitty broken fingernail scratching me

When he tore away the arms I had

Thrown up between us

To protect my face.

And then, finally, after years of it,

And years of every type of silence,

I had opened the car door, ready to climb out

Into traffic

And I yelled at him

To Stop Fucking Hitting Me.

And He did.

And then I'd said

I Don't Want To Live With You Anymore.

Which I hadn't, not for a long time,

Not since hoarding toxic packaging components

As a child;

Not since holding a kitchen knife

To my stomach in middle school

Not since the duck in the front yard

Was hit by a car.

And He said "Fine."

And when we picked up my brother,

He said

"Your sister is leaving us to live with her mom."

And Logan had started crying

And asking why,

And I already knew what would happen, then.

We got home, and my dad told me

To pack, and to only bring one extra outfit-

If I took anything else of mine, he'd call the cops.

And I had packed, and hid a few small trinkets

In my shoe,

And then listened to Him in the living room

As he told my little brother that

He had to come convince me not to leave them.

And my brother had knocked on the door,

Which he never had, before,

And came into my room.

And He was crying so hard he could

Barely speak,

And I started putting my clothes away

And taking my shoes off

As he asked why I was gonna leave him

And to

Please Not Go

And telling me

He loved me, and didn't want me to go.

And I was crying as I sat on the edge of my bed

And hugged him,

Because I couldn't, and I needed to,

And I knew I was stuck there,

Still,

Again,

Maybe forever.

And in that moment I loved him,

But also hated him, for just a second

And none of it was his fault.

None of it will ever

Have been his fault.

#writing #poetry #personal #vent #mine #logan #twabuse #loganchanceutter

[ex-cogtfi]

In 1987, #cogtfisurvivor Vivian Shillander won custody of her 4 children, trapped in the cult with their abusive father. The cult's efforts to keep her children in their communes included instructing followers to lie to investigators and pray for Shillander's "agonizing death".

The struggle of Children of God/The Family International survivors to reunite their families separated by the cult continues to this day.

Watch her interview with ABC News here.

Photo of Vivian Shillander speaking on ABC News 20/20 in 1988.

#twabuse #cogtfisurvivors #survivor story #the family international #religious trauma #the children of god #admin post #igotout #reunited #Vivian Shillander #david berg #abc news #1988 #religious cults #ex cult

[clown-bitchh]

i dont think i can ever have a mother/child relationship with my mother. she will always be an aquatnence. the woman who birthed me and gave me shelter, food etc. but never love or help. no wise words. just harsh treatment and neglect. motherly love would pop up sometimes. but not enough for it to make a difference in my life.

on top of the abuse, she sees me and the things i am as wrong, lies, etc.

she avoids and refuses to acknowledge and or accept my health issues [mental and physical], queerness, transness, etc

she will never see me, for me

#tw kinda vent #vent kinda #vent #abuse #abuse tw #tw abuse #twabuse #disability #actuallyautistic #probably heds #gad

[ilonmilon]

You might want to tag that one Copperright comic where Right hits Reginald as #abuse or #twabuse and put some warnings up as hitting your spouse because of any reason is abuse and a lot of people are uncomfortable with domestic violence being involved with their favorite ship.

What? there was such a comic!? I do not support domestic violence!

some of my drawings are based on the thought "what if-" I thought that if rhm had hit Reg, and so I think that they have a healthy relationship

[thjmnikki]

#vent #twabuse

so i don't get it, are you a fucking saint in front of them? do you think i feel safer with the drunken you, than i feel safe with the drunken them? FUCK YOU. i won't be like my mother and their mothers before them, you don't scare me as the man of the house. you don't scare me as the one who "controls" this family. i may be a woman, and that is why the abuse you have showed us for generations will no longer be ignored.

i am not weak, and neither are you strong.

[are-they-all-sims]

(A/N: This post is going to put under the cut due to its nature. There's definitely a tw of abuse [physical/emotional]. I'm not going to go into too many graphic details in the post but I wanted to give people the chance to scroll on by without seeing any screenshots that could be triggering!)

(Allie's POV - 2 years ago)

My marriage with Theo was not everything I dreamed of once we started having kids. I didn't see the signs though - not at first. With Hawk he got increasingly jealous whenever I spent time taking care of him instead of tending to Theo's every need. Of course, I was taught from a young age to always serve my husband, but the transition from wife to mother was a hard one. I struggled finding the balance between taking care of my son and my husband.

Things only got worse when Bear was born. Theo became more and more insistent that I tend to his needs before our children's and this did not feel right to me. I prayed for clarity and I even went and asked the opinions of other Christian women I knew.

The worst thing happened one night though. Theo was angry I took so long putting Hawk and Bear to bed. He raised his hand to me and left a mark. I was scared, confused, and honestly taken aback.

I could see the rage in his eyes - and it terrified me.

He held me there, berating me for neglecting him, for loving my children more than him. This wasn't true - at least I didn't think it was, but as I thought of our almost 5 years of marriage I realized in my heart that the love I original felt for him had been replaced by fear and obligation. I stayed because I had to.

When he finally let go of me I was in a daze. I went and laid down in our bed, thinking over everything that had happened. I heard him leave the apartment and at that point I didn't care if he ever came back. I prayed and cried and asked the Lord for an answer.

Eventually, Theo came back and sat beside me on the bed. The rage was gone from his eyes as he apologized for what he had done. He promised it would never happen again. I didn't know what else to say so I told him I forgave him and he gave me a kiss goodnight.

But deep down, I knew I couldn't forgive him for this. And after that night I started planning a way out of that apartment.

#fundie sims #fundie simblr #quiverfull sims #followtheflanagans #followthebooths #simblr #the sims #sims 4 #such a hard post to write #allie's been through a lot of emotional turmoil throughout her life #twabuse

[rebouks]

Brynn couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so physically exhausted-.. or sore, but Ellis had arrived safely and that was all that mattered. It’d been more than a few hours since the midwife had dropped by and subsequently taken her leave, but Wyatt had yet to move.

Clearly overwhelmed, any attempt at speech would leave him clearing his throat with a forced casualness, a fruitless act to conceal the fact that his voice - breaking with betrayal every time he opened his mouth - exposed his current emotional state.

Wyatt could tell Brynn was observing him, but his brain was no longer cooperating with him and he didn’t know what to say, or what to do-.. again. It felt as though someone had drugged him and stuffed a dry sock so far down his windpipe that he could barely swallow.

“We haven’t had any sleep for so long and it’s such a special day-.. is okay to feel emotional.” Brynn uttered gently.

Wyatt wanted to acknowledge Brynn’s words, perhaps even agree with them, but he didn’t dare tear his gaze from the rug. His eyes stung as she spoke, a knowing, soft smile practically emanating from her words.

“Come to bed soon, yes?”

Instead of heading upstairs, Wyatt tumbled outside - sans shoes - unable to contain the excruciating lump in his throat any longer. The tears fell way before he did, his old bench creaking in protest as he doubled over and thrust his face into his hand with shame.

Chained for over twenty years, an unrecognisable noise tumultuously forced itself from Wyatt’s chest in a motion almost as violent as retching; a choked sob that quickly gave way to inconsolable weeping.

With every fibre of his being, Wyatt willed himself to stop-.. to push his emotions back where they belonged like he used to, like he knew he could do; but they’d bubbled to the surface now, and it was far too late. The dam had finally burst, leaving him powerless against the seemingly unending flow. He was drowning in icy tears, snot, and shuddering breaths that felt like they’d never return to normal.

The moment Ellis had made his way into the world, something deep inside Wyatt’s soul had shattered, breaking into a million tiny pieces that pricked his heart with every shred of hurt, regret, and stifled guilt he’d ever buried within its previously impenetrable depths. Try as he might, the tears refused to cease.

A long while later, Wyatt took a deep breath and sniffled wearily, realising he could no longer feel his limbs. All the numbness had seeped from his core and travelled outwards instead, almost as though it had nowhere else to go; like it wasn’t welcome inside any longer. He wasn’t sure how long he’d sat and cried for, but at least he didn’t feel like he was choking anymore.

Eventually staggering inside, he carelessly wiped his nose upon his sleeve, far too tired to fret about his usual, habitual cleanliness.

Silently sliding to his knees, Wyatt wondered if his own father had felt this way when he was born-.. was he even there? Probably not, though he’d never bothered asking. Ellis wiggled contentedly as Wyatt loomed over his crib, completely unperturbed by his presence; he was so small and innocent, so pure and untainted by a life yet lead. Since the moment he’d become aware of his existence, Wyatt knew that he’d do anything in his power to protect his son, though the feeling had multiplied tenfold now that he’d been born-.. as was natural for a parent, or ought to be.

Yet his so-called father had thrust him into the cruel jaws of the world without flinching, berated him when he shied from hardship, ignored his needs, wants and opinions, figuratively and literally beaten any undesired emotion out of him until he was a mere husk of who he might’ve been; turning him into someone who was easier to control instead, easier to mould. A malleable puppet to be used for his own, selfish gains.

How different things could’ve been-.. it’d probably be wise to maintain his refusal to regret the past though. His previously abhorrent life had still somehow led him to this point, hadn’t it? He wouldn’t change it, not now.

Wyatt finally admitted to himself that he wasn’t the same man he once was, he felt different-.. felt more. All the barriers and all the lies he’d surrounded himself with were gone, and bereft of his precious shield, he found himself exposed to a rawness he wasn’t quite sure how to deal with yet.

He knew wouldn’t judge Ellis for embracing his emotions, so perhaps he ought to do the same; guidance required an example to follow, right? Though he wasn’t sure he’d ever be a good example, he’d still try his best. He had no idea what he was doing, which wasn’t ideal, but at least he had a long list of what not to do.

Although it felt painful and foreign, Wyatt was relieved to discover that he still possessed some semblance of humanity; that his father and all those that’d failed him - including himself - hadn’t totally doused his spirit. The sobbing had long since stopped, but the tears had not; they didn’t sting as much as they had though, and each drop caressed his cheek gently as it fell, reassuring him that he wasn’t completely devoid of emotion, happiness, or love.

He hoped Ichi was right about him being a decent father, because for the first time since he could remember, Wyatt felt as though he had a purpose.

Maybe he had something to give to this world after all, something impeccant and virtuous, something he could actually be proud of…

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#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #wyatt shaw #brynn franz #ellis yoshida #oughhhhh.. my heart 🤕 #it took wyatt more than eight years to get to this point #but he finally broke #like.. truly fully shattered into teeny tiny pieces #and not only that.. but he actually admitted to himself that he's just not the same anymore #he can't undo the past.. but he can nurture the future and break the chain 😭 #i can't #i'm going to the sobbing corner and i'm never coming out #🤧 #twabuse

[uno-writing]

Helloo😍

So I had an idea, what if pre arc! Arlo introduces you to his * parents?

I feel like that would be very scary and chaotic 😍 and it'll either go two ways, his parents love you or they hate you and make arlo break up with you 😀

-Candy Anon🍭🍬🍫

Tw:

*=abusive

Hi!!!!

Interesting idea…you keep sending in asks that make me work my brain a little more than usual lmao!!

Post 450!!! We halfway to 500!!!🍿🥤🍭🍬🍫🧋

!!TW!! !!!CONTROLLING/ABUSIVE CONTENT AHEAD!!!

*Okay so this version of Arlo was more a people pleaser (like towards the people he wants to please)

*Even if he thinks his parents would like you, I think he’d try to put off you meeting them for as long as possible

*Because he knows he’d be too eager to do what they want so if they don’t know about you, they can’t tell him to break up with you and he doesn’t have to deal with the mental dilemas

*But after dating for a while, it becomes kind of an inevitable thing

*So he decides to rip the bandage off and he plans the best way to do it

*He finds a nice restaurant that gets a lot of traffic bc he knows his parents won’t start anything in public

*He spends days getting you ready and preparing you for the dinner on everything he can think of

*Arlo tries to minimize the things his parents can nitpick and comment on

*They make their first judgment when they first see you and Arlo walking over to the table

*They’re judging the way you walk, how you hold yourself, how you first acknowledge them, how Arlo holds himself around you, ect

*If you don’t pass this, they’re snippy and mean the entire dinner

*Like they’ll ask you really difficult questions and try to make you fumble and mess up

*If you do pass it, they’re a little more merciful, but not by much

*They’re also watching Arlo closely to see how different he acts with you around

*They make lots of conversation through out the dinner and judge all of your responses

*Like if you fumble ONCE they’re done with you

*And it’s even worse that Arlo can tell when they’re done

*So then he just has to sit through the rest of the dinner watching them toy with you and know that he’s gonna have to hear them bad mouth you afterwards and convince him to break up with you

*When he sees the look in their eyes shift he can feel his heart shatter bc if you’re meeting his parents, he’s already attached

*Tbh, the more likely outcome is that they don’t like you

*Their standards are through the roof (i mean, it p obvious with how uptight pre-arc!arlo is)

*So if you don’t meet every one of their standards, they’re done with you

*If they like you, you’re probably similar to Pre-Arc! Sera and Arlo

*I say like lightly, they’d probably tolerate you more (they’d still see you as a distraction)

*You’d be at least a high tier, if not a god tier

*You’d also have to be a big fan of the hierarchy

*They wouldn’t necessarily bad mouth you, but they would keep a close eye on you in future interactions

#unordinary #unordinary arlo #unordinaryxreader #unordinary headcanon #twabuse #tw abuse #candyanon #berriwords

[chasing-rabbits]

CW/TW Domestic abuse/abuse themes

This was hard for me to write but also very cathartic in it’s own way. If you can pls give it a read & a share although I understand why you may not want to given it’s content.

#poetry #poem #poet #poets corner #poetry community #writer #writing #writing community #writers #writeblr #writblr #poetblr #original poetry #abuse themes #trigger warning abuse #TWabuse #twdomesticviolence #domestic violence #abuse #writers supporting writers #writers and poets #poetrycommunity #poetsclub #poetscommunity #poets on tumblr #female poet #female writers

[voicesintulips]

whoever I was / burned with pleasure / was burned in smoke / until left on a lone walk / waking up to detachment / (de)realizations / he is still laughing in my ovaries / covered in the sharp sensations of my skin / buried in my youth / I still swim out of the clouds / choking on the sound of myself fuming my lungs / - voices in tulips

#poem #sasurvivor #glass #crank #ellenhopkins #voices #mentalhealth&addictionart #art #poetry #feminism #elle #twabuse

[impala1967dwinchester]

Dean Winchester: De

*Credit to gif owner* 

Pairing: BigBrother!Dean x Younger Brother!Sam (Mentions of John, Dean is 8 and Sam is 4) 

Pov: Deans 

Warnings: Fluff, maybe a bit of yelling from John, cute baby Sam, a back story from Deans pov of course

Summary: After Dean spends so much time with Sam as a baby, Sam says his first words.

A/n- Yeah I know the GIF is from the first season, but babyfaces. GIving me vibes

Word Count: 1.1k

Masterlist 

(Deans Masterlink) 

Taglist: @akshi8278​ @deanswaywardgirl​ @hit-meup69 @doctorlilo

Sometimes, Dad yells at me when he comes stumbling in through the motels' door. Yeah, I'm only eight, but I guess I've just had to grow up quicker than a normal eight-year-old.

Sammy my younger brother who's four is always and I mean always attached to my hips. Always asking me when's daddy coming home, or when we're going to get another room? He's a pretty sharp kiddo for being four years old.

I'd say he's a lot sharper than I was at the age of four, but then again I don't remember much about age four. All I do remember is that one day there was our mother kissing Sammy's forehead saying a sweet good night to him, and the next I'm running out with Sammy in my arms, looking at my younger brother's room go up in flames.

I guess not having mom around made things hard for Sammy and Dad. Dad never spent time with Sam, worried about the things in the dark as he phrased it to me.

"Now you promise me, Dean. That you'll take care of your younger brother no matter what!" John said his large hand pressing rather hard into my tiny shoulder.

You'd think Dad would already know that I've taken care of Sammy for the past four years. Taught him how to brush his teeth, color in between the lines took naps with him in the back of the impala, or falling asleep in the crappy motels that always stunk.

"Yes, sir." Was the only thing I ever said to my father anymore.

He wasn't there as Sam took his first steps, his first birthday, he missed his first birthday. I was only five years old, and there I sat in a motel room with a one-year-old who was quiet. Since thank god he was asleep right now.

Hell for a kiddo that was only six months old when our mother, he was strangely quiet like I was. I never said more than what was needed, I always made sure Sammy had his food before I.

I made sure that kid was safe and in caring arms before thinking of myself. Because thinking of myself wasn't allowed, not in this world that Dad had created.

I guessed before we started to bounce from motel to motel Dad had brought some of my things from when I was a baby, like my building blocks, some he-man dolls, and some of the cards that had letters on them.

That's what I did with Sam in my free time, birthdays later and Sam can move the cards around to make the certain word I'm talking about.

"Now how about we do the word 'Carrot'" I said putting the cards out in front of Sam's grabby fingers and hands. Moving things around making the word, and then going off and chucking them out of his hands and all over the floor.

"Well, I thought that this was going to go better," I said getting up and grabbing the cards. We did this process over and over again. I'd hand him a few cards and then Sam would chuck them into the air.

"Okay, Sammy I know that you don't wanna do this but maybe just say one word just for me. Hell, say Daddy, or Dean. Just help me out here." I said, starting to give up.

He didn't and he continued to give me a hard time about the cards and saying pretty much anything. We stopped and I grabbed him from the high chair.

I cooked dinner and set the table and set down Sammy for him to eat. He sat and ate his food before Dad got home.

Again another night of Dad coming back through the motel's door and ragging at me, every time I made sure that Sam was put down for bed.

I was supposed to protect my younger brother and that... that was the only way I know how to protect him. I was okay with taking the brunt of dad's abuse.

The brunt of Dad's abuse was usually him yelling, and screaming at me. There wasn't physical abuse, but I'd been dealing with a drunk, abusive dad for a while now. Since mom had died.

Regardless, I thought that Sam was asleep, so I left the room closing the door just enough so the dim light from the kitchen didn't bother him.

"Where s'my dinner Dean?" John asked me. I stuttered over my words and fiddled with my hands. "Boy, you better answer me!" John said raising his voice at me.

"Sir, I didn't have any time. I've been taking care of Sammy all day long." I said panic and worry starting to flow through my words.

"Boy, don't you make your brother an excuse. You should be able to take care of Sam, me, and yourself." John said, getting up, and hovering over my much shorter stature.

"I didn't teach you everything I did just for you to come out as a sissy. You're a marine's son, you're a hunter's son." John said, raising his hand to hurt me in whatever shape.

I hadn't heard the bedroom door open or seen little Sam waddle his way into the room. "De?" Sam said.

There was a moment of silence. A moment where we, dad and I were frozen in place. "What?" I said looking over at Sam. His already long hair in a messy mop on his head. The long dinosaur t-shirt hanging long on his short stature.

"De?" He said moving his head to the side.

"Yeah, De. What's up buddy?" I said moving rather quickly to be away from John. Picking Sam up and hooking him onto my hip. He just grabbed my neck and pulled himself closer to me.

"Dean was... was that Sam's first word?" He said settling onto the motel bed. The springs became rather loud as his weight balanced through the bed.

"I'm pretty sure, sir," I said, rubbing down Sams back trying to lul him back to sleep. "Do you wanna go to daddy?" I whispered to Sam. All Sam did was shake his head, and then repeated "De."

'Good night dad." I said walking back into the room I had placed Sam in hours ago. "Good night son," John said as I shut the door. "Let's go to bed now Sammy," I said.

Sam nuzzled up in my chest, falling asleep before he even hit the bed. I smiled and climbed into the bed. Making sure to always be there and protect my little brother. I love Sam, and he’s mine to protect, he’s my baby brother.

Completed on: 04/18/2021

#dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean fanfic #dean fanfiction #bigbrotherDean #littlebrotherSam #firstwords #babysam #john winchester #supernatural #supernatural x reader #fandom #spn #supernatural fandom #writing #tw trauma #twabuse #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #John winchester #sam and dean #winchester family #winchester brothers #winchester boys

[ex-cogtfi]

Celeste and Kristina Jones, sisters born into the Children of God cult, were separated in early childhood after their mother left the cult with Kristina and other siblings. Celeste Jones eventually escaped the Children of God and reunited with her sister. They co-authored a best-selling memoir, Not Without My Sister.

This interview, with both sisters, discusses the rampant sexual abuse and systematic brainwashing they faced in the cult. Even after escaping the cult they were born into, survivors face years of painful adjustment, processing trauma, and recovery. The process of healing and unlearning brainwashing, for many cult survivors, continues for a lifetime.

#adminpost #twabuse #cogtfisurvivors #survivor story #the family international #religious trauma #the children of god #igotout #recovery #processing trauma #excult #not without my sister #celeste jones #kristina jones #brainwashing #reunited #sisters #Youtube