Philosophical rambling, teenage angst, occasional poetry and a diary from the weird kid in class.
Social experiment. Reblog if you actually give a shit about women who are victims of rape and domestic abuse.
The only people that shouldn’t reblog this are rapists or abusersI care about anyone that is a victim of this
That first comment is unnecessarily judgmental. I sometimes don’t reblog this because I don’t see this as my fight. Marriage equality is my problem, and I can’t afford to waste anytime to not fight for that particular cause.
I have been silently watching, never speaking for almost six months now. In this time, I’ve seen triggers get some long-needed attention.
Then I saw the worst possible thing that could happen. People don’t know what a trigger really is. To remedy this, I will now explain it to you, as well as why you need to check and see if it’s actually a trigger.
A “trigger” is a situation that causes severe emotional distress. For example, my trigger is the smell of chewing tobacco with lights off. I was beaten by a family member, who would chew tobacco and do this in the dark. It went on for years, and it was rather unpleasant. For a long time, I would have panic attacks when I could smell dip but not see a can, I was afraid of the dark, and when the two coincided I went so far as to self-mutilate in a misguided attempt to alleviate the situation. Nowadays, though, through the use of meds and therapy, I’m over it.
The following scenario is not a trigger scenario: “I’ve been oppressed by the cissexist, anglocentric society! From now on, whenever I hear those words or witness those ideas in action, I can’t help but yell and protest!” I’ve seen shit like that, and if you think like that, you’re fucking stupid, and I hate you.
Thanks to you, people are no longer taking a condition that actually threatened my life seriously. People think triggers are just another excuse for feminists and social justice bloggers to go on long tirades and be unnecessarily rude. Meanwhile, people like me are busy just trying to actually function.
Thank you, assholes.
i secretly like getting assigned seats in school because it takes away that awkward “i have no friends in this class where the fuck am i gonna sit” factor
dad was walking around the house in briefs and my brother said “dad I can see more of you than I want to see” to which my 54 year old mother found it necessary to respond “he’s hung like a horse” and whilst we were voicing our disgust by screaming my dad crept up behind my brother, leaned in close to his ear and whispered “neigh”
oh my fucking god
is nobody going to talk about this painting
i mean those men are just casually rIDING THEIR BEARDS NBD
never mind them, i’m more concerned about the guy kidnapping a woman with his beard
the one dude has a literal handlebar mustache