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I realize that I’m constantly trying to do whatever it takes to please everyone else mostly because that’s what I kept doing when it came to my abuser. Nothing I did was ever good enough for her and she’d always find something to nitpick about and use it against me. It was ridiculous what she...

My abuser used me as her personal scapegoat all the time. Literally everything that went wrong in her life was always my fault somehow. Ripping off a mirror while she was screaming at me and not paying attention to her surroundings as she backed up her car? My fault. She misplaces her engagement...

I get social anxiety sometimes due to my autism making me socially awkward. I don’t have much of a social life or many friends. I mean I want to make some friends and have people to hang out with but I have trouble being comfortable around new people and situations.

The worst part about my abuser’s obsession with convincing everyone that I had a “porn addiction” was her buying me that horrible sex addiction workbook and making me do the exercises in it! I became extremely depressed after doing one exercise which I was supposed to write down all of my hopes...

I don’t drink very much alcohol because most of it tastes extremely nasty to me. I have seen what it can do to someone thanks to my abuser. She really didn’t drink a whole lot before she got her degree in social work and it only became a problem once she started going for drinks with coworkers...

I’m sort of a pro when it comes to supernatural forces. Question, does this force often make the room feel cold or chilly and you feel a breeze surrounding your body even when you aren’t near a window or fan? If you said yes, then there’s a malevolent spirit in the room and you need to go and...

I can only imagine how horrible it must have been to be there that particular day. I remember that I was a sophomore in high school and somehow I made it until almost the end of the day without knowing anything had happened that day. I found out during my next to last class for the day and the...

Yeah. My abuser was extremely weird when it came to sex. She did everything that she could to shield me from it and sort acted like a prude whenever nudity was in a book or movie yet made me sit in her bathroom while she took a shower as a form of controlling me and “making sure” I wasn’t doing...

I’ve only had one attempt and that was my senior year of high school. I had thoughts of suicide pretty regularly up until then and my senior year, I had absolutely no will left to continue living. I started to do internet searches on various ways people have killed themselves. I even asked...

“You smell just as I’ve always imagined.” “You imagined smelling me?!”

“Seriously, Pouchy? Dynamite? Don’t you like have a jet pack or a plane or something we could use to get back to headquarters?” “WHAT?! DO YOU THINK THAT I HAVE EVERYTHING IN HERE?! I OFFERED YOU THE RUBBER DUCKY! I OFFERED YOU THE TAPE!”

It’s okay. I just hate how I literally have no memories of my dad’s father other than he lived to be 94 years old. I try to remember anything about him and I get nothing and it feels numb. But I can’t really talk to anyone about this especially my dad and his sister. I’ll hear my dad happily...

“Well somebody’s a snapping turtle today!” “Yeah! We’re leaving, Snappy!”