#complex ptsd
When you’ve been raised on so little, you start to believe that you don’t deserve or need much to survive… when in reality, we do.
And I think that’s one of the most damaging things our childhood could have taught us.
The Unique Features of Complex PTSD
How to begin explaining what Complex PTSD is to people who don’t have it, and/or don’t know about it:
CPTSD is “a result of trauma that was prolonged an[d] all-encompassing enough to actually change the victim’s fundamental personality”.
Medical traumacore inspired by ya girl
Can we talk about little space for a moment?
Not ddlg k!nk shit. Just people who go into little space because it is so so misunderstood. It’s not about wanting to have s3x with child or an adult “pretending” to be a kid.
Some people were robbed of their childhood. Some people suffered traumatic events in their childhood, maybe even infancy. They never knew life or even childhood without trauma. In teenage years or adulthood it can be therapeutic to enjoy the things most kids do. They didn’t get to back then, so who are you to tell them now that they can’t? Everyone deserves the sweet feeling of innocence and joy.
(Maybe tw) For example, my first traumatic experience was at 2 years old. A dog attack that made me terrified of going outside. I didn’t get to play on playgrounds or sidewalk chalk like others did. I was inside too scared to go out and have fun. I experienced s3xual abuse from 3-6 years old. I never knew a life without trauma. I never knew childhood without trauma. Now I’m 20 and I honestly find so much enjoyment in toys, stuffies, playgrounds, crayons, etc. I’m always so embarrassed to admit it, I’m afraid to look immature or stupid or like I’m just k!nky. It’s not s3xual at all for me. It’s coping. It’s an escape from my normal self (who is anxious, depressed, paranoid). Instead I get to be playful, innocent, and imaginative.
That was my writing, these pictures are not mine but go along with the post:
People talk about forgiveness like it’s this nonchalant choice you suddenly make in one second before you meet your friends at Panera for lunch and not this excruciating, gradual, meticulously tended to, bloody, sweaty, insane, bone scraping, tooth grinding rebirth of the self.
Went from trying to sleep as much as I could to escape you for awhile to keeping insanely busy because you’re in my nightmares now.
Artist of art: unsure
You know that person you find so lucky because they have the person you have deep emotions towards?the person you find so beautiful it hurts?the one that makes you feel like you’re not good enough even though youve never known them personally? You seriously never know if YOU have been that person someone else wants to be,you never know if someone wishes they looked like you or got the attention their crush gives to you. You seriously NEVER know,just like how that person that makes you feel so negative doesn’t know.
Trying to reply to someone you still care about but completely detached from is a challenge I’m currently not winning.
Artist: unknown but full credit goes to them
An agonizing thought is thinking about the people who enjoy going to school to get away from what’s happening to them at home,and being more stuck with their abuser if they’ve been unemployed. My heart and soul goes out to every single one of them,I pray they stay strong and don’t turn to drugs or even worse regardless of what’s happening to them.May things get better.
F A C T S
Artist: Currently unknown but full credit goes to whoever made this amazing piece
it can be therapeutic to admit “actually my childhood was deeply fucking awful.” not “my parents tried” or “there were good times too” or “I was lucky in certain ways” but solely to acknowledge “I went though some fucking messed up shit what the fuck was that about ”
