ilikeyoshi:

ilikeyoshi:

ilikeyoshi:

me: hey how long is this thing going to last

someone: haha you just want to know when you’re off the hook

me: hah

me: (actually i just need to allocate the right expectations and backlog of energy and make sure the rest of my day falls in good accordance with it so that i don’t feel time-crunched and propel myself into a hysteria because if i don’t know how long this thing lasts or when it ends i can’t possibly know when literally anything else starts and my entire life becomes an unraveled realm of anarchy with no rhyme or reason and how is that not terrifying to you)

me: hey how long will this take

someone: oh like twenty minutes

me: ok

*an hour later*

me: *clinging to every learned social skill i can think of with the desperate hope my distress and exhaustion doesn’t show*

someone: hey we’re almost done don’t be so crabby

me: *smiling* *internally screaming at this SENSELESS CHAOS*

someone: hey do you want to do [involving time-consuming thing]

me: hey that sounds fun! when were you thinking?

someone: oh we’re doing it right now

me: oh. like. now-now? like right now. like you want me to stop what i’m doing and get up and do this thing with you, suddenly, with thirty seconds of warning. now. like this second. immediately. now?

traumadic:

parentless-suggestions:

Shout out to the kids with bizarre ass triggers!! I fucking hate couches because that’s where my deadbeat neglectful dad spends all his time and that’s fine!

i love this post because people are tagging their bizarre triggers and i feel not so alone

princessfailureee:

clarknokent:

strawberryhorrorshow:

Being abused made me such a “good kid.”

I was

• Always polite
• Never acted without permission
• Never spoke out of turn
• Always did what I was told

And it’s shitty that I was considered mature and praised for those things, and all of those characteristics have translated into me being an immature, “bad adult.”

Now I

• Have difficulty making a keeping friends
• Can’t act without permission/am dependent on others for direction
• Am terrible at communicating
• Have no agency/personal compass

It’s a really difficult thing for people who were abused as children to grapple with.
What made us good children make us bad adults.

This is Important

THIS IS MY LIFE WOW

bpdrotten:

Every single survivor is different to each other. Everyone responds to trauma in their own way.

Some will just flinch when you touch them, and some will scream at you to get your hands off them.

Some respond to attacks by going quiet and not fighting back, and some will become quickly defensive and argue back straight away at the slightest hint of an attack (real or not).

Some will never speak of their trauma and hide it forever, some will bring it up casually in conversation.

Some will cry when they talk about it, some will be emotionless and flat.

And we need to support them all. Trauma isn’t pretty. It doesn’t always make us “soft”, sometimes it makes us rough, hard, and angry. But we’re still traumatised. We still need support.

captainkirkmccoy:

chaffeebicknell:

thebutterflysgrave:

am I sick from anxiety or am I actually physically ill? a memoir by me

am i lazy or horribly depressed: the sequel

does everyone hate me or am I just very insecure: the completion of the trilogy

chxrrywhine:

according to this quiz about my swearing habits, i am 23 years old. this is false. i am 20. buzzfeed has once again wasted two minutes of my life & didn’t even have the nerve to be accurate so thanks for nothing i guess

dennikez:

the scariest thing about having an unreliable memory is like?? was it really as bad as i remember it being ?? what if i deserved it??? what if it was my fault the whole time?? i don’t know!! i can’t remember!!!!!