*Trigger Warning -swearing*
I am lost in a vast red mist.
Seething with rage because worked sucked, body memories continue and PTSD symptoms are pissing me off. 315 more words
Over the past few weeks of speaking against men’s violence on twitter, I have connected with some new people online. A couple of these are women who, like myself, have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) as a result of their own experiences with men’s violence. 898 more words
On the surface, victims of abusers are excellent at pretending.
We can pretend we are happy when we aren’t, we can say whatever we think needs to be said to escape a slap, a hit, an emotional or verbal bang, whatever it is…..we get masterful at knowing what is going to “flip” the abuser. 252 more words
This week I hired a guy to paint my living room and dining room. At first it seemed a waste to have someone come and paint when I am capable of doing it myself but then I tried painting my bedroom and discovered I can’t really do it myself. 370 more words