May 7
Nobody should ever have to explain their trauma or recovery to a stranger online. Safe spaces shouldn’t be gated by forcing you to explain things that can be used against you.
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Nobody should ever have to explain their trauma or recovery to a stranger online. Safe spaces shouldn’t be gated by forcing you to explain things that can be used against you.
/targeted at a specific syscord
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some of us are built as cannon fodder. they built me to stay broken, not to be put back together again
lowkey hate the plural community, why does everyone suck?
like just because i think discourse is the least important thing we can be spending energy on that means i cut myself off from like 80% of the community it seems.
it’s just really isolating.
I hate this fucking disorder.
I hate knowing that if I ever do get diagnosed, I will be unable to get a driver's license, jobs will avoid hiring me, and overall it just dooms me.
I hate having friendships ruined because of my alters and THEIR actions. I hate knowing that at the end of the day we are the same person, it was still "me" who cut everyone off, and was mean to them.
I hate not being able to remember things. I hate forgetting my own name.
I hate questioning if I'm even a person sometimes. I hate questioning if anything in life is real or not.
I hate knowing that to everyone else, I'm broken.
I hate that I still need my headmates.
I KNOW I still need them, I KNOW I can't survive without them.
I hate knowing that this disorder that has caused me so much suffering is probably the only reason I'm still alive.
I wish I could be better. But I need them. Even if they hurt me and ruined parts of my life. I still need them. Because I'm still in this abusive household, because I'm still going through trauma. I still need them.
Endos will never understand the pain of sitting with your own brain and just begging to be Normal. Ordinary. Mundane.
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being a system means having to deal with not just 'regular' dysphoria but dysphoria having to do with your entire identity. being present simply means feeling like an imposter, an intruder. looking around at stuff made by the ""host"" (prnscc, rentry, blogs) and feeling utter disgust. its not you, but it technically is. && i know once 'we' wake in the 'morning if im gone this feeling will be gone too. but damn it all if I have to continue living pretending to be somebody else.
does anyone else stay up late for freedom.
realized that we stay up late so we can work on our pluralspace and our writing and watching content we enjoy without getting caught or interrupted. the way our eyes automatically flicker to the door anytime a sound is made. the way our fingers rest over ctrl w or our mouse hovers over minimize window. how fast our reflexes are at minimizing discord and switch to a Safe Tab. i wish we could be more open with our parents. wish i could be doomscrolling through character fanart and not reflexively close the tab when I hear the door. watch a twitch stream with the chat open and not be worried they’d come in ask “what’re you watching? who is this? why are you in the chat? you’re on twitch?”. not have to worry about closing every tab, logging out of discord, and occasionally clearing history because what if she looks. be able to actually write our fanfic during the day without the fear they would burst into the room, and upon seeing us switch tabs, demand to see what we were doing.