Hey y’all did you know that just because you had a shitty childhood doesn’t mean you have to guilt trip and project your trauma and insecurities on other people? So when someone posts a funny video with their dad or talks about a nice gift their mother gave to them maybe instead of saying “wow imagine having parents that love you” or “haha my mom gave me nothing for Christmas after I turned 8” you can scroll past the video without being bitter and miserable.
People shouldn’t be your enemy for just having nice things. If they’re being spoiled, ungrateful brats that’s far different but someone being happy about something nice that happened within their family or a gift/experience they got? Yea, no one needs to know that you weren’t fortunate enough for that. Read the room. It’s not always about you and your trauma. And before you come at me, my life of far from perfect. I’m one of you.
John Lennon: But I can be alone without Yoko, but I just have no wish to be. There’s no reason on earth why I should be alone without Yoko. There’s nothing more important than our relationship, nothing. And we dig being together all the time. Both of us could survive apart but what for? I’m not going to sacrifice love, real love for any whore or any friend or any business, because in the end you’re alone at night and neither of us want to be. And you can’t fill a bed with groupies. It doesn’t work. I don’t want to be a swinger. I’ve been through it all and nothing works better than to have someone you love hold you.
This is cute and all but John Lennon was a wife beater. I know he was much of an icon for peace and love, but much of it was an over statement.
I’m posting this as a video, because I feel like adding this as GIFs or pictures will take away the sheer pain and beauty and meaning of this scene. I applaud the mangaka Kafka Asagiri for this absolutely brilliant way to address Atsushi’s abuse rather than throwing it aside or not giving as much importance as it deserved, and Studio Bones for the breathtaking animation where you could just feel what emotions of the character.
(The video quality may be bad so please bear with it.)
Anon, I think you really need some support. There are so many resources for people just like you. Please make use of them. You deserve to be happy. You really, really do.
There are a lot of reasons I was drawn to A Series of Unfortunate Events as a kid, and if I wanted to try and analyze them all I would have to write an entire anthology of books about the series and me and psychology and by the end of the day I would be very tired and you all would be very bored, so I’m not going to do that, but when I think about the series and probably the main reason why I’ve stuck with the series so long as a kid and now as a quasi-adult, what stands out to me is the beautiful way that Daniel Handler writes, portrays and deals with abuse.
There are a lot of messages that the series conveys across its thirteen volumes and even more in the companion pieces Handler has authored, but almost all of them come back to deal with abuse in some way, particularly child abuse. Even beyond just roundabout lessons that can be applied to child abuse, it actually depicts and deals with child abuse, a topic that is virtually nonexistent in middle grade literature even now as we start to become more aware of the topic. Children with harrowing backgrounds are common in the genre, but the difference between the Baudelaires and Harry Potter is that Snicket makes it very clear that what is happening to the Baudelaires is abuse and is wrong, whereas the Harry Potter series dismisses Harry being forced to live under the stairs as simply mean guardians and an abusive school teacher as a romantic pining for his lost love (don’t get me started on Snape discourse). A Series of Unfortunate Events tells children up front that abuse does happen and that that is what it is - abuse.
It showcases dozens of different varieties of abuse, physical, emotional, neglect, and it even hints at sexual with Olaf’s predatory behavior towards Violet. It shows different kinds of abusers, Mr. Poe, who does it out of genuine ignorance and an unwillingness to learn, and Count Olaf, who does it out of cruelty.
More than showing child abuse, it shows how people react to child abuse, either through internalizing it and believing that they are deserving of their fate, withdrawing from other people, or becoming distrusting of any and all adults to the point that they might miss out on people who could have possibly saved them if they had just trusted them. A Series of Unfortunate Events presents trauma in an accurate, non-sugar coated way to the audience that most needs to hear it.
As a seven year-old kid living with abusive parents, at the time I didn’t know why I loved A Series of Unfortunate Events so much, but I knew I loved it in a way I had never loved or related to a book before, and more than a decade later it still has a dramatic impact on my life. I was a cynic from a young age, and there’s something just draining about reading story after story of quick fixes and happy endings and stories where things go right when your life never seems to go right. I loved A Series of Unfortunate Events because the things that were happening to the Baudelaires, even though they took place in a fictional universe, were real. Handler never tried to pretend that life was great because it isn’t and if you’re a kid who has been taught by literature over and over that life is supposed to be great all the time and it’s great for everyone except you, that messes you up. A Series of Unfortunate Events told me it was okay to be messed up, and it told me that other people are messed up too, and the world is just as imperfect for everyone else as it was for me.
You don’t have to tell your story if you don’t want to. But if the words feel like poison inside you, spit them out. You deserve to feel at ease within your body.
TW/CW : torture, abuse, whump, kidnapping, threats of violence, death threats, manipulation, graphic to implied torture/harm, implied self harm
1. “And what ? You’ll hurt me ? Go ahead, you’re already weak - I’ll just have to hurt you back”
2. “Is that a promise ? Oh wait, you realize I have the power here to do whatever I want to you”
3. “I’d choose your words carefully, one slip up and I could just snap that little neck of yours, would be a shame for you to go so soon”
4. “You’ll soon understand that messing with me has consequences”
5. “What is it that you want ? It seems a death wish, otherwise you’d watch your tongue”
6. “What makes you think you’re somehow different than other victims before you ? You’re nothing”
7. “You are just another target, and boy I’m having some fun with you”
8. “You may not enjoy this, but I am”
9. “Keep screaming - keep squirming, keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll only tire yourself out”
10. “You’re not allowed to have the blissful taint of death, I won’t let you - we only just started”
11. “You gonna back up your words with actions or are you just another coward with a big moth and no filter ?”
12. “Funny how you think you have a fighting chance, you’ll lose your hands before you’re able to even touch me”
13. “we could make some,, arrangements if you obey me - for now however, you must learn”
14. “How hot will it be seeing you in your own blood ? We’ll just have to find out”
- “N-no..no please —“
- “Bold of you to assume you had a say”
15. “Trying to stay alive is a lot harder with me, isn’t it ? More fun for me seeing you struggle and collapsing”
16. “You say anything else and I’m carving my initial on your tongue”
17. “Learn to keep your mouth shut and your jaw won’t be ripped clean off”
18. “I’d hate to hurt such a pretty face”
- “Then why do it ?”
- “Never said I’d feel bad”
19. “Aren’t you clever ? But not clever enough, move anywhere and I’ll brand your thigh”
20. “Burning you is so satisfying, your screams with the sound of sizzling is so, amazing - now you’ll learn not to question me, won’t you ?”
21. “Watch where you stare, you may get it, or you may get it taken off your body”
22. “If only I liked you enough to make you mine”
23. “You’re a bold little [guy/girl/person], [y/n], but not bold enough it seems”
24. “You don’t faze me, but this knife will certainly go into something if you keep that shit up”
25. “What are you thinking ? Escaping ? Don’t make me cut off your/break your legs”
26. “If I have to tie you up and put you somewhere far away, I fucking will - don’t test me”
27. “What is it like — knowing you could die at any moment ?”
28. “Are you sure to be so cocky ? No one is coming to save you, only you, me and my little toys, the scalpel will be first if you move again”
29. “Who has control here ? Me, and whose blindfolded and tied up ? The one whose gonna become my little punching bag”
30. “And who do you think you are ? You think you have any ounce of power, respect or even rights down here ? You’re with me, [y/n], you should know better”
31. “I could break your neck so easy, your body is so fragile”
32. “You look so different with bruises and cuts along your soft skin…I could get used to this”
33. “You’re begging for mercy ? You don’t realize how quick I’ll be to burning you alive”
34. “Go ahead, underestimate me, but remember who keeps you, who owns you, at the end of the day”
35. “What ? Bargaining ? You can’t trade me anything in the world to let you go, you look so good when you cry in pain”
36. “Keep still and maybe I won’t slit a vein, maybe”
37. “You’re begging for death ? I said I wouldn’t let you go, and I intend on keeping my word”
38. “If only you had someone who pitied you, someone who cared about you - maybe you’d be free by now if someone did”
39. “Well, it seems that you’ve been rejecting food as of late - I don’t intend on letting you starve yourself to death, I’ll force feed you if I fucking have to”
40. “What makes you think you even deserve life ?”
41. “What makes you think you deserve freedom ?”
42. “Everyone hates you”
43. “Everyone thinks you’re dead, no one is looking for you”
44. “No point in trying to beg, I never listened before - what makes you think I’ll care for your safety now ?”
45. “Such lovely scars, all made by me, on a canvas like you”
Manipulation and abuse at its core. If you are currently in this situation, reach out. Tell someone what goes on behind closed doors. You are worth so much more
Hello thanks for taking time to read my post. I need a little help I’m recently getting evicted. I’m trying to come up with the money. I’ve been going through some struggles of getting out an abusive relationship, losing my car. I have no family where I live. My mom was my only support and she has passed over 2 Years ago. I tired to get back in school to better myself for me and my 6 year old boy. Life keeps hitting me . My health is declining from my diabetes I recently got diagnosed with high blood pressure and lymphedema. So it’s been a struggle trying to work and keep up with everything. I hate to even ask but a small donation would be very helpful and appreciated. I just need to keep the roof over me and my son. Understandable if a donation couldn’t be made I will appreciate a reblog please and thanks so much ❤️
Hello thanks for taking time to read my post. I need a little help I’m recently getting evicted. I’m trying to come up with the money. I’ve been going through some struggles of getting out an abusive relationship, losing my car. I have no family where I live. My mom was my only support and she has passed over 2 Years ago. I tired to get back in school to better myself for me and my 6 year old boy. Life keeps hitting me . My health is declining from my diabetes I recently got diagnosed with high blood pressure and lymphedema. So it’s been a struggle trying to work and keep up with everything. I hate to even ask but a small donation would be very helpful and appreciated. I just need to keep the roof over me and my son. Understandable if a donation couldn’t be made I will appreciate a reblog please and thanks so much ❤️
I Had An Interesting AU Idea (Trigger Warning for Sexual Harassment and Horrible Extended Family Members)…
What if Diluc’s extended family (either his father’s side, mother’s side, or both) didn’t approve of Kaeya when they found out about him? If they felt he didn’t deserve to be part of the Ragnvindr family.
In front of Diluc and Crepus, they would treat him nicely only because they knew Crepus wouldn’t tolerate any bad language towards his adopted son. Any other time, they’d whisper about him and make cruel remarks about him, his appearance, and his possible lineage and homeland.
Kaeya endures all of this in silence until Crepus and Diluc catch them badmouthing him outside. Diluc ends up taking Kaeya inside and does everything to reassure him he is family while Crepus stays outside to chew them out and tells them not to come back if they couldn’t respect his son.
Years and a falling out later, the extended family comes to visit Diluc only to find him gone and ecstatic to hear rumors that he disowned Kaeya. They occasionally visit to see if Diluc had returned and to harass Kaeya, saying things like he had never deserved to be part of the family and how he should know his place. They would abuse him by forcing him to basically be their servant during their visits and humiliating him in public.
Though, Kaeya feels the urge to lash out, to scream and cause a scene, tell them to go screw themselves in a very vulgar manor, he holds his tongue. He has long since learned that anything they considered backtalk would be met with punishment. It was better to silently take it.
Any help Jean tried to give was gently but firmly turned down. Lisa always made sure to have a brew of calming calla lillie tea waiting for him after every visit. Albedo never said anything but he never turned Kaeya away when he needed a quiet place to unwind where no one would find him. Even Amber and Eula both seemed to get a little indignant at how he was treated, as strange as the idea was.
When Diluc returns, it doesn’t take too long for his extended family to hear about it. It only takes a month for them to show up, a month of being reminded by Diluc what they had already drilled into his head over the past three years.
Kaeya is nursing a Death After Noon after an already crappy day when they walk in. It takes everything in him not to curse but it just had to be his luck. They immediately swoon over Diluc, telling him how happy they were to see him and his much they missed him. Diluc appears unfazed by their praise, much to their annoyance. Kaeya could tell they were losing their patience.
Then they finally notice Kaeya and dread fills his gut. He wonders if it’s too late to make a break for it.
Diluc’s uncle huffs, asking what a stray mutt was doing at the counter. His wife lets out a haughty laugh that grates on Kaeya’s nerves as she says that he’s probably begging for scraps since he was so poor and his pay had probably been cut again. As they continue to degrade him, none of them seem to notice that Diluc had gone deathly still as Charles looked like he didn’t know if he should run to Kaeya’s aid or hurry to defuse his employer.
Surprisingly, it’s not Diluc who snaps first. Maybe all the bullying had finally gotten to him, maybe all of it plus Diluc’s new harsh and cold attitude towards him caused the captain to snap. Slamming his glass on the counter, Kaeya shoots up from his seat and gets in Diluc’s uncle’s face. He raises his voice, not shouting but definitely loud enough to be heard by the people around them. He chews them out about how they’ve treated him pretty much ever since they met and how sick he was of them.
He then proceeds to drop a bombshell that the uncle and his wife have been cheating on each other, the wife longer than her husband. He even spills how, despite him supposedly being a low, dirty mutt, that the wife had come onto him several times as well as their daughter. By the time he finished the tavern was hushed in stunned silence while the family was flushed red with anger. The father gives an angered shout, calling Kaeya a filthy liar as he charged him, his fist pulled back.
In a blur of movement, the man found himself on his back, the wind knocked out of him. Kaeya is stunned as Diluc rises from his crouched position between him and the wine tycoon’s family. Diluc makes sure to stay between them as he tells them that violence isn’t allowed in his establishment and tells them to leave. The aunt tries to object but the look Diluc gave her probably scared her because she scrambled to help her husband up and the family rushed out. Diluc tells everyone the tavern is closed and, understanding not to argue, everyone silently exits. Kaeya tries to leave as well but is stopped by Diluc calling his name. The look he gave him and the nod towards his seat were all that was needed to get his point across.
Even as he sat back in his seat, he found himself wondering if this was it. Was Diluc going to officially ban him from Angel’s Share for life? A restraining order? When he looks up at Diluc, the man has put his hands on the counter and is leaning forward, he breathing forcibly deep and even as if he was trying to calm himself down. Had he made Diluc that angry? His question is answered when Diluc asks how long they’ve been treating him like that. Kaeya tries to dodge the question but Diluc isn’t having it, demanding to know.
So Kaeya tells him. His mouth starts running and he’s horrified that he can’t seem to stop. He doesn’t tell everything but he gets the general point across. By the end of his rant, Diluc looks angrier than Kaeya thought he ever would, even more than that night. He’s terrified.
All of his panicked thoughts are cut off when Diluc hops the counter and forcibly pulls him into his arms, his fingers from one hand burying themselves in his hair while the other wraps around his back to hold him close as he mutters apologies and promises that Kaeya will never have to deal with them again. Kaeya freezes at first, unable to comprehend the situation (that Diluc would ever hold him like this again, whispering reassurances into his hair, anddear Barbatos were those tears he felt) before he melts and hugs back. He doesn’t bother to hide his tears as he breaks down and only feels safer when Diluc tightens his grip.
For a long time, I’ve hesitated to open up about this publicly because of the many ways that survivors’ stories and experiences are belittled or ignored. But I know that there are others like me out there, and I think it’s time for me to be brave once again.
I was emotionally abused – viciously and repeatedly – for years of my life. For many years, I was gaslighted, or told that the various family members (often extended) who did those things to me didn’t mean it.
For all those who were told “I don’t remember that” or “Let it go,” I will say:
*trigger warning*
Doors ripped off their hinges and thrown down stairs A coming out that was never my own (yes, I was outed as gay) “Your father doesn’t love you.” “Why would they make you work with a black girl?” Toys tossed through windows “What are you, a fag?” “Look at her dyke fingers!” “Go back to Harlem!” Every move monitored, showers timed “You’re getting into the ‘scary sizes’ now.” – said to me after my mother had just died “Your father is cheating on your mother.” – false; said to me at 8 years old Facebook name-calling attacks Called “crazy” for volunteering on a suicide helpline “Stupid.” “Stupid bitch.” “Slut.”
This is just a sampling of the wide array of tactics employed in attempts to destroy my confidence.
They failed.
The thing is, when you share these things openly, the shame leaves. The anger subsides. The terror weakens its hold over your life.
I am in a good, safe place now. One that I’ve built for myself. If you are where I was 10, 15, 20 years ago, know that you are not alone and that one day, they will cower in fear at your story, at your truth.
-Have you ever had any experience with that? -20 years of counselling, yeah I’ve seen some pretty awful shit -I mean….have you had any…experience with that -You mean personally? Yeah I have -It sure ain’t good -My father was an alcoholic, mean fuckin’ drunk, come home hammered lookin’ to wail somebody - so I had to provoke him so he wouldn’t go after my mother and little brother. Interesting nights were when he wore his rings… -He use to just put a- um- a wrench, a stick and a belt on the table and say ‘chose’ -I gotta go with the belt there -I use to go with the wrench -Why the wrench? -Because fuck him that’s why -Your foster father? -Yeah
