How does being safe ever feel? How does it look like? It is real at all?
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I remember being 17 and working at a retirement community. I made a casual comment to an 84 year old man about his ADHD.
He replied a very confused, "What?"
Me: "ADHD, it used to be called hyperkinesis back in the day." *proceeds to explain ADHD*
Him: *in shock nearly crying* "There is a name for it? I always thought I was broken"
Variations of this scene have played out for me again, and again, and again. The last time was less than 10 days ago.
Quirky kids who declare that they are just like me. Parents of Autistic kids in shock that I can have a "normal" conversation but still occasionally head bang in frustration. Explaining a specific learning disability, and having someone shout "That's a thing?! I was told I was stupid".
This is what I think about when I hear Semler's Thank God For That lyrics, "Hallelujah, we are all fucking weird, and there is a place for you at the table, honey, here."
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Traumatic psychology/psychiatry experience flag
[PT: Traumatic psychology/psychiatry experience flag /END PT]
A awareness flag for those who experienced trauma with psychology or psychiatry, and also those who don’t have trauma with it but bad experiences. This is in honor for people who tried to cure their neurodivergence but psychology or psychiatry harmed them in some way, people who had terrible experiences with therapy, and etc.
I decided to make this flag, because we aren’t represented and our experiences are almost always invalidated and ignored even by other neurodivergent people! We have our own right of choice to not recover or seek other ways to heal ourselves, whatever makes us more happy!
[IMAGE ID: The image features a lilac and white checkered or grid pattern filling a square-shaped frame. At the center of the image, there's a white square that contains the psychology symbol. The design conveys a sense of simplicity and elegance. /END ID]
Lilac and white are typical colors of healing, it represents our internal or external alternative healing methods. Psychology symbol with an X in it shows that we’re tired, we don’t want to be in a harmful environment anymore
Please this is a coining blog, discourse isn’t allowed.
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CPTSD is so painful why am I scared to go outside
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They didn’t have extra flamin hot :(
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I SHOULDNT HAVE HAD TO GROW UP LIKE THAT!
I SHOULD HAVE HAD PEACE
I SHOULD HAVE HAD COMFORT
I SHOULD HAVE HAD A CHILDHOOD
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People don't understand how deep the urge is to fall into bad habits amongst a world of good things happening to you because it feels normal. You know what to expect
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I think one of the most trying days is the one where your mental health is on the floor, then your chronic pain decides it doesn't like being second in command so throws you a minus spoon day with extra pain & symptoms.
This day is going so slow please send snacks.
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I'm grieving for a life I could never have.
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Family is who shows up.
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nobody will save me.
no one will ring my bell and hug me until i stop crying.
no one will heal me.
no one will make it last.
i'm destined to be on my own until the last day, when it's me against me and i lose.
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#🌸🐈⬛🥦🤍
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My bf says everything irritates me, but I don’t know how to explain that being in my brain irritates me. I say I’m working on it, but the truth is it’s a never ending movie. I’m always moving- new space, new things to unpack. Pack it all back up- Move to another space just to unpack it all again. Find a new place for every item to go, every single experience, every shred of trauma. Hiding in a shell of my very existence. Look at how nice I decorated- my trauma on display to be judged, never admired. I got sexual abuse in this corner and domestic violence on the wall down the hall. Please applaud- as my past is never on display just to be admired. Only judged. And the biggest critic of all is the one inside my brain. Irritated by everything, and shamed of it all.
An Ode to C-PTSD by me
I wrote this after feeling a lot of shame and anxiety in my bf’s car yesterday. I had quit drinking alcohol 22 days ago. My bf struggles to understand repetitive abuse as he came from the richest neighborhood in our state. He didn’t know what it was like to be unhoused or physically beaten by your family and at times he finds it hard to understand why I put myself in so much chaos that harms me. Working on my story will never end- it will always present new challenges that I must work through and that is what I dedicate this piece to. Understanding that my inner critic has engulfed me in shame and I will always need to unpack what I’m dealing with in new situations.
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