TW SA AND ABVSE MENTION

okay hi, i know this is unusual for this account but i just wanted to put something out there. apparently my stuff is going around on the fake disorder cringe reddit which is..well. it is what it is. i just want to say some things.

if you have a problem with me grow up and say it to my face. hiding behind reddit is pathetic. i have said it a million times before but what you see here is a mere fraction of my life and my experiences. some people on reddit were saying that my idea of “abvsive” is most likely me just whining because i have to do chores. and ill say that im sorry for you, and i feel for you. you sound very lonely and hateful and sad and isolated. i hope you can find something better. truly. i will never understand how people see content online and assume they know some hidden truth, like theyre the only one who can see through the lie.

you want the truth? the truth is that i Do whine when i have to do chores. and i cry when my mother takes away my food as punishment. and i close my eyes and take it when she hurts me. i do what im told because i know what happens if i dont. i keep my secrets inside, and i keep my mouth shut, not because i want to, but because i have to. because every single time i even attempted to tell my mother about any of the sxual azzaults i endured, half of which were perpetrated by my own family members, she told me i was so ugly that no one would want to touch me like that, so i must be making it up.

so yeah. i whine when i have to empty the dishwasher for the third time in one day when there are at least 4 other people in the household capable of emptying a damn dishwasher.

i am lucky enough to have these moments of normal, every day disappointment and frustration. i am lucky enough to have time in between to complain about doing the dishes. you are lucky if you have the time to put strangers down behind the safety of anonymity for no reason other than you can and youre bored.

my life is real. just because you cant fathom it doesn’t mean it’s fake. my diagnosis is real. i am real. find a better hobby and learn how to love yourself.

thanks so much to anyone reading and to everyone who’s supported me so far. i finally have hope in my life. i am forever grateful and i hope these insecure people can find some hope of their own one day. we all deserve it.

happy holidays and merry christmas!