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girl-missing · 8 months
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TW!! CNC kidnapping, psychological torture, abuse.
I want you to pick me up on the side of the road, I was desperate and cold. I can barely make out the gun sitting in the driver side door, I try to ignore it.
I start to feel sleepy, I notice the water from the bottle you offered me is foamy, and I realize why.
I want to see no other choice but to jump out the car, hitting the gravel hard I run. I hear the tires skid but I don't look back. the only thing that stops me from my attempt at freedom, is you tackling me into the gravel.
you take my neck into a chokehold, I'm kicking and clawing, my eyes are screaming for mercy, my throat only manages gurgles. it doesn't take long.
I pass out and you take me to a compound, old rural cabins and buildings. no proper road for miles. I wake up in a cold basement, it's pitch black. all I hear, are sobs from other fresh victims, and the static of a radio tuned in to only play amber alerts.
it's been days, the only time any of us see light, is when someone gets taken by the arm and dragged out of this hell. or when canned spam is thrown down for us. it tastes off, I don't get used to it.
eventually it's my turn to be dragged out. it's you.
attaching a tight collar around my neck, you start to explain you are now my handler, and begin to tell me my new purpose in life…..
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girl-named-sandoz · 5 months
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cw abusive relationship, dv
There's only one person who would be knocking on William’s door at this time of night, so he answers it without hesitation. The lighting in the hallway is shit, but from the awkward way Gabe is standing, the tousled hair, he can tell this isn’t a social call. 
“You okay?” William asks as he beckons the other man inside. 
Gabe shrugs and sniffles, wiping at his nose as William leads him to the couch. “’M fine. We had a fight.” 
It's such a common occurrence, William doesn’t even have to ask who. He sits down beside Gabe and finally gets a good look at him—his eyes are red from crying and there’s a nasty bruise forming under one of them. William is sick to his stomach. “Jesus, Gabe,” he whispers, taking Gabe’s face in his hands and letting his thumb brush over the mark. 
“I deserved it. I was being an asshole,” Gabe says with a tearful smile. 
William shakes his head, filled with a nauseating mix of anger and guilt and sadness. “Nobody deserves that.” I wouldn’t treat you like this. 
Another shrug. “I don’t know anymore.” 
They sit in silence for a moment, and William smooths down the other man’s hair. Straightens out the wrinkles in his shirt. “Why do you stay with her?” 
“Because I love her.” 
“Love isn’t supposed to hurt,” William says softly. 
Gabe looks down, taking one of William’s hands in his. His thumb traces the veins on the back of the other man’s hand like it’s a map that leads straight to William’s heart. “Sometimes,” Gabe says, “I think it’s better if it does. Then at least I’m feeling something.” 
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creepy-crowleys · 3 months
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Venting, rambling, you know the drill, I'm sure.
I’m scared.
It feels ridiculous to think about when there are so many seismic, life-changing, world-altering events going on in mine and so many other people’s lives. This is all so minor and selfish in comparison.
My aunt abused me for most of the time I lived with her.
Ha… I doubt that’s much of a revelation to a lot of people here but… It’s hard to say. She could have been so much worse than she was. She… Well. Mostly she didn’t like me very much, haha.
It feels small and stupid to complain. But.
She abused me. I was abused.
Nothing I did would ever be right or enough in her eyes. I was ruined and ugly, an expense she’d taken on because nobody else would have bothered. The least I could do was be grateful and try to make myself useful.
When my family and I were attacked, after everything happened… I cracked my head open pretty good. There were concerns that I wouldn’t be… ‘Right’ after. I know I struggled sometimes; I couldn’t always keep the real world separate from my nightmares and I got confused and lost easily for a long while.
It was difficult. And I'm fighting myself even now to not say that it was difficult on her, like it was perfectly fair and normal for me...!
I've never seen her angrier than the night I tried to kill myself. And then we never left again. I couldn't be trusted to take care of myself and not to abandon her. She hated me so much, haha!
I want to be better than she was.
I don’t know where to start.
I thought maybe I had an idea once, and I thought I was doing the right things. But. I don’t know. Everything ended so badly, and I still can’t identify what I should have done better to even begin trying to fix myself.
So... I'm scared.
I don't want to be looked at the way he did the last saw him by anyone I love ever again. I don't want to be caught up in this cycle I've ended up in. I want to be able to promise something worthwhile if... if my family ever wants something more. If 'family' is even what anyone wants.
But wanting to break the cycle isn't enough. Loving someone isn't enough. And if I ever let myself think that maybe something is enough, then I'm probably ignoring something important and I'm going to fuck it all up again.
I don't know how to begin patching holes I can't even see.
I don't know where I'm going with any of this either. Ha.
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solitaryschizoid · 2 months
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neurotypicals will be like "you can't self diagnose" and then diagnose everyone they dislike as a narcissist
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liquidstar · 1 year
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Reblogs are off because you people don't realize that a post about gaslighting isn't the time or place for your LOL GONCHEROV XDDSS jokes idk what to tell you. If you find the info the other reblog added to be useful just screenshot it and repost it I'm done though
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wildbasil · 29 days
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things haven't been great but i think they will be. eventually 🌻🌼🩷
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fnord888 · 5 months
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Child abuse is a big problem, so it's important that we don't let children communicate with adults except their parents and other official authority figures. Everyone knows the best way to prevent child abuse is to keep children isolated and ensure all their communications are controlled.
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quitblamingnarcissism · 4 months
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Your parents are not "narcissists". They're typical authoritarian assholes who treat you like their property because society allows them to.
Your ex boyfriend is not a "narcissist". He's a typical misogynistic douchebag who treats women like shit because society allows him to.
Your boss is not a "narcissist". They're a typical classist dipshit who thinks workers' entire purpose in life is to generate profit because society allows them to.
And even if they happen to be a "narcissist", that's not what gave them the power to get away with abuse.
So stop blaming mental illness and start blaming society's normalization of abuse. Stop acting like someone has to have a mental illness in order to do something cruel when ordinary people have been doing atrocious things since forever.
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teaboot · 9 months
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Adult ProTip, from a security professional: If a kid tells you, "My parents are gonna kill me / kick my ass / kick me out" for something relatively minor, don't respond with shit like "Really? ;) that sounds a little extreme, don't you think sweetie?" because that shit really does happen.
Instead, respond as though whatever threat they are afraid of is fully valid, and offer whatever you can do to help- ask if they believe they are in danger of being hurt in any way, and work accordingly.
If they're overreacting, they'll usually realize and dial it back, self-correct and begin thinking a bit more rationally.
If they're not overreacting, and the danger is real, then they'll need a level-headed adult in their corner, not another condescending authority figure who doesn't believe them.
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bananonbinary · 5 months
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also worth noting that "abusive" doesn't actually mean "irredeemable" either.
there's a lot of people that have done things in the past that were bad, because they weren't taught any better, or they were in an overall toxic situation where EVERYONE was shitty (like a cult), or they were just at an especially low point and hurt others for it.
you don't have to forgive them. you don't have to ever speak to them again. you can be angry with them until you die if you want.
but society cannot function if we don't allow them to move on. to change their behavior and fuck off somewhere else and build meaningful relationships without bothering you again. we need a path for people to change, or nothing ever will.
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self-loving-vampire · 10 months
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Extremely dangerous how "grooming" in the context of child sexual abuse went from being a very specific pattern of isolation and trust-building with the aim of abusing someone to "telling children anything that contradicts their parents' ultra-conservative worldview is grooming" to "selling rainbow flags in a store is grooming" to "literally anyone I don't like is a groomer".
These days the word seems to most often be used by people who don't care about what it actually means and just want an easy "this person is irredeemably evil, kill them now" button.
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odinsblog · 7 months
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Istg, if I ever get rabies because some dumb ass antivaxxer refused to vaccinate their dog, I’ll probably be doing the rest of my blogging from prison because I promise you, Imma curbstomp the shit out of the owner
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creepy-crowleys · 4 months
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04. the emperor : how much respect does your muse have for authority ? why is this ?
major arcana headcanons
I... have respect for my superiors, both in terms of workplace hierarchy and being better than me at things, haha! They've earned it!
((Crowley is afraid of her workplace superiors.
For the most part, she's happy to defer to people that are more experienced than her, or have more presence in a community. She generally isn't looking for confrontations or to disrupt the existing order - at least until someone proves themselves unworthy of that respect.
And then it becomes: How much harm can they do - to her or to people around her - if she chooses to ignore that authority?
The answer has sometimes been "quite a lot really."
So she vacillates when it comes crueler authority figures between simmering resentment and simpering fear.))
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renthony · 1 year
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Your personal triggers and squicks do not get to determine what kind of art other people make.
People make shit. It's what we do. We make shit to explore, to inspire, to explain, to understand, but also to cope, to process, to educate, to warn, to go, "hey, wouldn't that be fucked up? Wild, right?"
Yes, sure, there are things that should be handled with care if they are used at all. But plenty more things are subjective. Some things are just not going to be to your tastes. So go find something that is to your tastes and stop worrying so much about what other people are doing and trying to dictate universal moral precepts about art based on your personal triggers and squicks.
I find possession stories super fucking triggering if I encounter them without warning, especially if they function as a sexual abuse metaphor. I'm not over here campaigning for every horror artist to stop writing possession stories because they make me feel shaky and dissociated. I just check Does The Dog Die before watching certain genres, and I have my husband or roommate preview anything I think might upset me so they can give me more detail. And if I genuinely don't think I can't handle it, I don't watch it. It's that simple.
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tastytoecheese · 2 years
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First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die
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How you dying 👀
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littlegirly · 3 months
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oh no please dont pin my wrists above my head and prevent me from moving while you kiss my neck and whisper all the fucked up things you want to do to me
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