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People stopped listening to what I had to say and become solely concerned with figuring out who was saying it… I was no longer a person; we were a science experiment, a riddle, a freak show.
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#dissociative identity disorder#dissociative identities#actually did#actuallymultiple#cdd system#cdd recovery#didrecovery#did representation#survivor stories#thrivingwhilemultiple
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Middle School Monday: Four Eyes by Rex Ogle & Dave Valeza
Rex is having lots of problems adjusting to the 6th grade. He’s short, he’s the target of bullies, his closest friendship is falling apart, and he’s having trouble keeping up in class. His home life isn’t much better, and it doesn’t help that he’s also dealing with family problems and financial insecurity.
When the answer to one of his problems is discovered (he’s having trouble keeping up in class because his vision is blurry), the solution should be simple, right? WRONG. His mom and stepdad can only afford the cheapest (and ugliest) pair of glasses in the store. If they want to buy glasses that will fix his vision and ALSO look cool, they’ll have to ask his father to pay for them … but that will make the tension between his parents even worse than it was before.
Give this autobiographical graphic novel to older kids and younger teens who love realistic fiction, school stories, and survivor stories!
#Middle School Monday#Four Eyes#Rex Ogle#Dave Valeza#graphic novels#Kid Lit#bullies#survivor stories#Kingsbridge Library#NYPL
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Review of Keep Sweet: Pray and Obey
Netflix’s Keep Sweet: Pray and Obey is a four-part documentary that plunges viewers into the dark, disturbing world of the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (FLDS), a polygamist sect ruled by Warren Jeffs. The series is relentless, not just in its portrayal of Jeffs as a calculated predator, but in the way it unpacks the systematic manipulation and oppression he enacted…
#cults#documentary review#FLDS#Keep Sweet Pray and Obey#Netflix documentary#polygamy#psychological control#religious abuse#religious manipulation#resilience#survivor stories#trauma and healing#trauma recovery#true crime#Warren Jeffs#Warren Jeffs documentary
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My contributions to The Bear debacle which along with a new sketchbook entry and a few homemade memes includes some personal experience:
Now most of these fellas out there upset about women hypothetically choosing The Bear are obviously city slickers because I have been seeing time and again the argument to the effect of “well you say that because you’ve never even been around a bear which WILL |< ILL you every time!” Well, y’all, I’m from the Smoky Mountain foothills of East Tennessee, where black bears roam wild. I grew up in Bean Station, to be specific, so you can confirm my rural roots status. I’ve been around the bears, wild ones, multiple times. Once by myself at home, a big black bear was digging through the fire pit in mom’s front yard and it ran off as soon as I opened the door. Growing up and exploring the area where we lived, my cousin and I saw bear tracks around those parts. They were there. And at around pubescence I started sneaking out at night just to roam the woods at night, no flashlight, but with my dog Shadow, where we were among only the wild creatures of the Southern Appalachian wilderness, including bears and also mountain lions whose tracks we had also seen, whose intense cries we’d heard ring across the waters there. I did this frequently. And never was I bothered by these animal predators. But I did experience severe SA from old men as a child, long before my dark woods wandering, right under the roofs of both my parents’ houses. Of course I’d choose the bear. I already have in the utmost literal sense. We are safer with the bears. I’m living proof.
#I’d choose the bear#bear memes#choosing the bear#going with the bear every time#women love bears#Wild women#sa survivor#survivor stories#Appalachian storytelling#Appalachian woman
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Masudi na Yusufu, Abayisilamu Ntazibagirwa
Uyu munsi abayisilamu bizihiza umunsi mukuru wa Eid al-Fitr natekereje ku basilamu babiri bangiriye neza mu bihe bikomeye, hashize imyaka 30. Byari ibihe bigoye cyane, nyuma y’ibyumweru bike jenoside yakorewe abatutsi irangiye. Nta mwenda, nta nkweto, nta babyeyi, nta n’aho kuba hafatika. Inzu nakuriyemo abakoze jenoside bari barayisenye n’ inka z’iwacu baraziriye. Twari tutarashobora no…
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The Journey of an Independent Daughter: A Story of Survival and Growth
Read my latest piece, 'The Journey of an Independent Daughter: A Story of Survival and Growth,' I peel back the layers of what we often mistake for independence, revealing the hidden survival mechanism.
Mi Hija Es Muy Independiente: My Daughter is so Independent A story goes around my family often when someone talks about my childhood. They would say, “You were so quiet, so self-sufficient that your mom would have to go find you sometimes.” When hearing this story, I would equate that to my aggressive sense of independence and how mature I was from a young age. But then, when I started talking…
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#about me#Embracing Solitude#Hidden Scars Revealed#Inner Resilience#Invisible Strength#Johanny Ortega Writes#Redefining Independence#Self Discovery Journey#Silent Battles#Solo Journey#Survivor Stories#the independent daughter
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Chronic Pain. A Silent Stalker. Descent.
Decades of chronic pain, disability, and hope. One man's journey through meds, work, and survival. A tale of resilience and companionship! 💪🌟 #ChronicPain #Resilience #SurvivorStory
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Honestly, there is a certain type of fetishizing of violence that occurs when you are the victim of abuse - wherein people talk directly to you about how much they fantasize about your abuser/s dying and being killed - "all abusers must be killed!" they say.
As a victim of prolonged abuse, I never felt cared for when people indulged that information to me. It often feels like my abuse is being exploited for others to enact their own violent fantasies and secret desires - my abuse means nothing to them in the same way that I didn't matter to my abusers. It's not support - it's just another cycle of violence.
I'm begging people to care more about victims and survivors than they do about retribution of abusers. Nowhere along the way should your focus on the abuser outweigh the people affected by their abuse. If you truly want to support abuse victims and survivors, start with us
#mental health#abuse#abuse recovery#abuse tw#abuse mention tw#i for one find it SO insulting when people take MY abuse story and make it about THEIR homicidal fantasies toward my abusers#let me be selfish and say: let MY experience if abuse be MINE#that's a position i hold for every victim and survivor. it is YOUR story and you at the LEAST deserve to narrate it as YOU see fit#maybe you DO agree and wouldn't care if your abuser/s died. that's not up to us to decide for you though#and you CERTAINLY don't need other people to speak *for* you about how you ought to feel
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Going No Contact was one of the more devastating things I'd had to do in the name of recovery… but the longer I go without checking up on my old life, the more peaceful my current life becomes, inside and out. I can finally let go; I can finally breathe.
Survivors often decide to distance themselves from hurtful histories.
This is the story of my decision, what it took from me, and what it gave back.
– Going, Going, Gone
___ TWM: healing, perseverance, and hope… Personal stories of living, recovering, and thriving with Dissociative Identity Disorder. Reblog, Like, Link, Share, Subscribe, Follow… Help us be heard!
#dissociative identity disorder#complex ptsd#trauma recovery#cptsd recovery#cdd recovery#didrecovery#no contact#low contact#boundaries#self preservation#grief and loss#grief and mourning#mourning the living#trauma survivor#survivor stories#thrivingwhilemultiple
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Reluctant Reader Wednesday: Occulted by Amy Rose, Ryan Estrada, & Jeongmin Lee
Amy Rose didn’t know much about the outside world. When she was little, her parents brought the whole family into a unique community that was supposed to be welcoming, but was really hiding secrets. One by one, her family members left the compound, until just Amy and her mother were left. By the time she first heard the world “cult,” she had already been living in this place for years. Their leader said that the world was going to end soon, and everybody believed it.
But sometimes Amy wondered if their leader was hiding the truth, and Amy’s thirst for knowledge and love of books will be the most important tools that will help her to escape from this place.
This graphic memoir is a powerful story about cults, secrets, deception, family problems, and a child who was smart enough and brave enough to take back control of her own life. Give this book to teens or even adults who love survivor stories!
#Reluctant Reader Wednesday#Amy Rose#Ryan Estrada#Jeongmin Lee#graphic nonfiction#cults#nonfiction#survivor stories#ripped from the headlines#Kingsbridge Library#NYPL
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Review of Worst Ex Ever on Netflix
Worst Ex Ever is an unsettling yet necessary exploration of the dark side of relationships, with each episode in this anthology-style series profiling different cases of abuse, manipulation, and violence by former partners. What makes this series stand out is the diversity in the types of criminal behavior it covers, ranging from extreme physical violence to psychological abuse and fraud. The…
#abuse prevention#crime series#criminal behavior#documentary review#domestic abuse#intimate partner violence#netflix#Netflix documentary#relationship trauma#relationship violence#resilience#survivor stories#toxic relationships#true crime#Worst Ex Ever
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Calling on Tumblr writers,
Is anyone familiar with the process of finding a literary agent? I've written a memoir of my experience of brain tumor removal, neurological injuries, being in a coma, and being in hospitals and healthcare facilities for 499 days afterward.
Link to my story
#spoonie#disability#traumatic brain injury#brain tumor#brain tumor survivor#locked in#female writers#writerscorner#writers#queer writers#disabled writer#writer#booklr#writlbr#spinal cord injury#coma#memoir#survivor stories#author#disabilities#chronic disability#spoonie life#disability awareness#my story
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How long can you have breast cancer without knowing?
Curious about the timeline of undetected breast cancer? Dive into the intricacies of silent breast cancer development, its potential duration, and the crucial significance of early identification. Breast cancer stands as a prominent health concern, demanding timely recognition for effective treatment. Yet, the question remains: how long can breast cancer remain concealed, evading discovery? This…
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#Breast cancer#Breast cancer diagnosis#Breast cancer risk factors#Breast cancer statistics#Breast cancer symptoms#Cancer awareness#Cancer education#Cancer screening#Cancer support#Disease Prevention#early detection#health#Mammograms#Medical advancements#Medical Research#Medical technology#Oncology#Oncology treatments#Support for cancer patients#Survivor stories#treatment options#Women&039;s health#Women&039;s healthcare#Women&039;s rights to healthcare#Women&039;s wellness
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Day 4 Sucking the life energy out of me...
Nearly two years have passed since the call that upended my world. The district attorney's office, on the heels of issuing search warrants, reached out to me. "We've known about you for a while," they casually mentioned, leaving me to wonder about the extent and duration of their investigation. The details, however, remain shrouded in secrecy to preserve the case's integrity, inadvertently entangling me in a time-consuming ordeal that feels like daylight robbery of my life's hours.
The wheels of justice are turning at a painstakingly slow pace, and it's becoming increasingly likely that my abuser will escape with a mere slap on the wrist. This protracted process could drag on for another year, or even longer, before the criminal case is resolved. The exhaustion is palpable; every morning, I wake up to mourn the loss of the days of past and the days ahead, days held hostage until a resolution is reached.
Driven by the lackluster response from the justice system, which seems to fall short on delivering due accountability, I've initiated a civil lawsuit. Although this might offer a semblance of justice, it's another potentially lengthy battle, one that could span years. This isn't a certainty, merely the worst-case scenario, but the thought alone is daunting.
The roller coaster of emotions has been relentless since the day I was asked to step into the light. Shock was my initial companion, lingering for months, until the gravity of the situation truly sank in, about eight months in. That's when the full weight of it all started to compress my spirit, reshaping my life and the way I've been living it.
I have a history of surviving abuse and flourishing despite it, but this particular chapter has shattered any semblance of control I had over the compartmentalized trauma I'd been carrying. The floodgates opened, and I found myself plummeting, scrutinizing every harrowing facet of my upbringing. I've been peeling back the layers of my vulnerability, recognizing how I was manipulated and mistreated not just by one, but by many. The realization that I wasn't as savvy or empowered as I believed has been sobering; it was just a facade concealing the deeply scarred child within who never knew their worth and let themselves be preyed upon.
I'm weary from the endless vigilance, the constant battle, which dims my inner light, the relentless need to remain guarded. It's a relentless siege that's dimming a once-vibrant light within me. Yet, I hold onto the hope that the light will blaze again one day. But the anger and sadness simmers at the thought of how long that rejuvenation might take. I long for the days when happiness and zest for life were my constants, when inner peace was my steadfast companion. I'm tired of the decades-long war. I yearn for the simple pleasure of enjoying life without the shadows of past battles.
To anyone else out there feeling the weight of similar battles, know that you're not alone. There's strength in our shared struggles, and there's hope in our collective resilience. If you're seeking support, organizations such as RAINN can be a starting point for finding help and understanding.
#mental health#healing#self improvement#survivor#trauma#mental health awareness#mental health support#survivor stories#inner strength#personal reflection#Spotify
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If I wrote a fic about the aftermath of Surv and Monk's family losing two pups at the same moment, would you guys read it?
it'll be filled with a bunch of my headcanons about them and I promise I'll make it interesting story-wise.
happy ending? depends on how generous i am. it'll probably only be a few chaps long. simply for fun!!
#my art#rain world#slugcat#rw survivor#rw monk#rw third sibling#slugpup#fanfic idea#slugcat family#it'll probably be on ao3 since i refuse to go back to wattpad please dont make me go back#i have some writing experience but it was mostly just cringe ship fics and ONE original story#also i was a pretty serious roleplayer back then so i think it would be a decent fic
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