"I’m friendly with her."
Words that could kill. I wish they would kill me.
“I went out with her last weekend.”
I saw, from the pitiful empty safety of my shallow pillowcases
“I respect your feelings.”
If you showed me an ounce of respect. You would never have brought your face near touching my assailant. Broad bent in a smile. I feel like I’ve been gutted like some farm-raised salmon. Near identical to the actual fish, a vegan would drape black velvet over. I don’t deserve mourners; my life in tatters is pretty confetti scattering onto the floor.
I hate you. I despise you for causing me so much pain. If I could rip open my heart, gushing tears, you’d crumple. Everyone would crumple.
She knows what she did
“You can go and get me fired. I should be fired.”
“I’m leaving next year, so you won’t even have to see me.”
“What I did was wrong. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
She rattled off a few sentences to me while she was doing cream cheeses in the back. Right after she groped me in broad daylight. I have been raped. I have been molested. I have been abused, bullied, scorned, taken advantage of. I grew with implants of thorns in my side.
Yet this, this sunny day heinous crime has made me lose myself.
My friends who take pictures with her, who run around with her, I burn with disdain for you to my very core. Such a loyal ship my love has been, so fickle your tiny flicker of feeling yours has.
To her, the women who sexually assaulted me with no repercussions. You know what you did. I know what you did. Nothing you say, nothing you do can escape it. Lie to yourself, lie to them, lie to me.
I may not believe in hell, but my grandmother does. So I mean this when I say it. God have mercy on your soul. May the truth haunt the edges of the frayed stitching on your bedspread. May the reality creep up on you on every birthday. May the fact wrap around your fingers as you attempt to touch someone without their consent again. I do not forgive you. You are not my friend.
And god, have mercy on you
⚠️Let us be who we're meant to be and give us strength to be able to stop pretending to be something we're not, something that's not even real! Society brainwashes young people into believing our bodies aren't good enough and they edit their models to create a "perfect" image that is surreal and unattainable so, people start hating themselves and becoming depressed and suicidal because they believe they should look like that when that's not even reality but they don't know any better. It either takes their life or ruins it forever because now they will forever have a stigma attached to their brain that was unwillingly put there by our society and they will constantly push people away feeling "not good enough " and constantly asking themselves why? And cutting themselves just to take the edge off and to feel something other than "that" unwanted ugly feeling. These people are forever effected with PTSD, OCD, Anxiety, Depression, Anorexia, Bulimia, self harm, racing thoughts, fear of being rejected, losing out on the life they should have had if only these images/thoughts/preconceived notions hadn't been forced upon them in the first place!! If only my voice mattered enough to change our world. Commercials/ADS should have real people and never have underwear/lingerie/swim suit ads because it may be offensive to others and is definitely inappropriate for younger audiences!! If we can't wear it into a store than why should it be on TV or billboards for anyone/everyone to see??!!
I am 32 and I still suffer greatly from what society has done to me, my quality of life is gone and can't be fixed. It's too late for me but not for others!! #RaiseAwareness 💕
Reminder to my fellow sex traumatized people that if you have someone legally enthusiastically consenting to do it with you, and it's a legal activity, you are allowed to do it if it helps you cope (or if you just need to relive it).
If C NC is how you handle what happened to you and your partner is into it? Awesome, do it up.
This goes for anything that's legal and that every party can and is consenting to.
Idc if this is controversial, if ageplay with all consenting (and non-groomed) adults gives you the power to process your issues and your partner is enthusiastically consenting to help you with that then you are allowed. If no one is being hurt and you're using it to heal then that means it's a net positive in the world, period.
I don't need to be touched, I don't need to be loved.
I need to scream, I need to punch you, I need to tear my hair out.
I need to throw up, I need to cry, I need to hate you.
I need to be free, I need to run, I need to dream.
But I'm not allowed to punch you, I'm not allowed to scream, I'm not allowed to hate you, I'm not allowed to run.
I'm not allowed to be free.
I think I need to hate you right now, I think I need to scream right now.
I think I need to climb up on our mountain, I think I need to punch myself in the face, I think I need to throw myself around while I'm screaming.
I think I need to rage.
I need to tear my hair out and rip off my nails. I need to kick out my teeth and stab myself in the heart. I need to swallow plastic and choke myself to death. I need to dance and sing. I need to cut off the parts of me that don't belong here. And I need you to understand. I need you to be mine.