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sunhowler · 5 months
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the leftism leaving people's bodies when they're asked to use trigger warnings
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aquilathefighter · 8 months
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oh it's gonna be one of Those nights
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bpdrug-addict · 9 months
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my heart goes out to all those 12 year old girls with cptsd already. my heart aches for you. I can't describe the pain of it all but I see children continue to be treated like I was and it makes me sick. it makes me wonder how humanity can even exist in other beings. I'm tired of seeing girls continue to grow up just like me.
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pwussyboy9000 · 2 years
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spider-man-2o99 · 1 year
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“damn you're such a pretentious bitch you must get SO upset whenever you're wrong about stuff huh” INCORRECT i actually love being Wrong because my gut instincts about Everything Ever are deeply cynical and bitter after a childhood where they Needed To Be to Survive and im actively working to unlearn that shit now that i am safe and an adult. you fucking fool. being Wrong is a part of learning and growing, and anybody who insists that they are Never Wrong, Ever, and who refuses to own up to Being Wrong when it inevitably Happens really doesn't deserve your trust at all.
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tinystepsforward · 2 years
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having a particularly vulnerable day today i think. ptsd nightmares do that to you for a while ⁠— leave you cracked open and tender and wrung out. today's tmg song is from tg&y. lyrics under the cut.
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as jd says: this is a song about how you cope with what you got to cope with when you're sixteen years old and you're not an abuse survivor yet because you're in the middle of surviving.
sometimes i remember being there. sometimes that me needs kindness, and this ends up on loop.
Out behind the Safeway Just before the flood Huffed some cans of spray paint And begin to vomit blood One more night in this town's Gonna break me I just know Hang on to your dreams 'til someone makes you let them go
Stumbled on down Indian Hill Tail between my legs Sick taste in my mouth Folgers Crystals and hard boiled eggs If I can't run away tonight I don't know what I'll do Hang on to your dreams 'til someone beats them out of you
Do what you have to do Go where you have to go When the time comes to loosen up your grip, you'll know
Called my friend in New York Three thousand miles away Halfway through her metamorphosis Nothing I could say Hoard my small resentments Like rare and priceless gems Hang on to your dreams until there's nothing left of them
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luxar92 · 8 months
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College days PTSD
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mtndewbajablast · 4 months
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sorry for ptsdposting but how do I get past flinching/freezing/pulling away & getting scared when touched im tired of behaving like an abused dog
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lifeinthegladhouse · 4 years
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I cannot say this enough but if you have PTSD, any kind of mood disorder, or personality disorder, DBT THERAPY IS YOUR FRIEND.
I spent years in psychoanalytical therapy because it was what was given to me and while it was helpful in many ways, it also wasted a lot of my time and money and my therapist often made me deeply uncomfortable at times (which wasn’t really entirely his fault, but like, part of the issue with psychoanalytical therapy). I went two years without access to therapy due to money issues and insurance issues, but finally found a DBT therapist - I didn’t intentionally look for this but I knew DBT was helpful for my partner (who is bipolar), and why it was initially created (I believe for BPD) and that it was often helpful for people with PTSD, and I can’t stress enough, the skills I have been learning silently over the years are largely DBT stuff I didn’t know what DBT, and the stuff I’m learning now in therapy (for the last month or so), I wish had just been taught to me years ago. It would’ve validated me so much, saved me so much pain of the gaslighting and wondering, would’ve helped me navigate crisises and otherwise not great states in the day to day, or re-establish my baseline. I’m not saying this to knock other forms of therapy, and my situation is unique because I’m not in a long-term DBT program (because I’m trying to relocate next year), but because it is largely based on a DBT model... I cannot stress DBT enough... 
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caleanamajored · 4 years
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living your whole life dealing with trauma is like being on one of these but it never ends
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sunhowler · 4 months
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genuinely don't know how to process the way my brain has changed from ptsd. the other night i thought about a trigger too much and was sent into a weird delusional paranoid state where i was terrified of a plushie in my living room and i couldn't take my eyes off of it. i backed myself into my room and slammed the door and barricaded it the best i could. i turned away everything in my room that had eyes. i was afraid to touch my lamp because the base is shaped like a bird. i thought it would start moving if i touched it. it took several tries to work up the courage to turn it around.
since all that, i've just been like. grieving, i guess. i've been grieving the person i was before the trauma. it's so upsetting to me that i can't be her again. that i'm gonna be stuck like this for a long while, experiencing new and horrifying symptoms out of nowhere every other day. i miss not being like this.
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misandristmedusa · 5 years
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Do you ever just forget how absolutely Not Normal the things you’ve been through are?
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weepingwitch · 6 years
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i kinda hate this meme tbh but
some of y'all weren't physically and sexually abused by other kids because they could tell there was something "wrong" about you, and then ignored or abused by the adults you sought help from, and it shows
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pwussyboy9000 · 2 years
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aropride · 3 years
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<- guy with ptsd
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meezer · 4 years
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listening to music I liked years ago feels like a minefield because on one hand this is good music on the other hand I feel like I’m this close to a flashback or to, god forbid, spiraling again
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