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Maybe it was depressing, but I wanted to be alone. I wanted quiet and the solitude of my own space, and there was no way I’d get that if I went back to our parents’ house with my asshole brothers.
Me if I ever got my own place
images of the things we’d done swelled to the surface and threatened to drown us in the depths of our own memories.
basicly described PTSD or at least my version of what I view my CPTSD to look like if I were to describe it.
sex work was valid work and should come with the same protections as any other career.
Completely agree
The man made nothing easy. Every fucking conversation had to be contentious from the start.
How it feels with my mom…most days
At least with my dad he doesn’t put in any effort what so ever
One day, this goddamn temper of mine was going to bubble up and explode all over everyone around me. Years of unresolved resentment sat heavy between me and my father, most of it so ugly I repressed the shit out of it.
This anger stems from the feeling that my father wasn’t emotionally present for me, and from my mother for allowing a significant portion of my medical trauma to occur. There are so many unresolved issues and anger that I feel. Trying to resolve them all this late in life doesn’t seem worthwhile when I can simply suppress them and forget about them until I need to explode at someone or something.
lapsed Catholic,
Me but Christian not Catholic I think if I understand the definition of Lapsed correctly
“Nice of you to finally show your ugly face,” he said. I grinned. “Not as ugly as yours. Is that a new mole?” He looked me over, unperturbed. “Your eyes are set too close together. That’s what it is.” “I think the mole is growing hair,” I told him. Other families might show their affection for each other the normal way, open and easy, but in the Trocci household, our love language was antagonism. This exchange was my and Alec’s fucked-up way of saying we’d missed each other.
Jojo and I and my mom and I to a tea ☕️
exacerbated my unresolved feelings about being abandoned by my parents. It was the darkest time in my life. Nowadays, I lived by that Maya Angelou quote: “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.”
My childhood was fucked up behind closed doors now I live life like this quote
A memory tried to float to the surface, but I squashed it down, back into the black pit of ugly things in the bottom of my psyche that I worked real hard to suppress.
My PTSD
No matter what I did, it would never be good enough for him. There would always be a criticism or an insult.
Me and mom's relationship… I love her to death cause you only get one mom but still she hurts me in most situations that other moms wouldn’t…
Age disgracefully was her motto.
Great motto
