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Yup, my life really is living hell sometimes.

So basically this traumacore pic that I made is about my most recent traumatic event involving my abusive dad. A lot of what is depicted in this pic is a lot of the feelings and even similar sayings that happened during the recent event. My dad really did file a no-contact order on me, which the judge apparently found ridiculous according to the court papers, but my dad ended up rescinding the no-contact order anyways and claims that "he loves me."

Yeah right, abusers say that they "love" their victims all the time. I don't give a single flying fuck as to whether or not he actually loves me, I hate him and I hate all of the people who were supposed to help me that told me it was all my fault.

I swear I wasn't trying to hurt him, but when he physically put his hands on me, I put on the toughest possible exterior I could and fought back. And now this combined with my diagnosed PTSD from past trauma (that wasn't caused by my father) has been haunting me ever since.

Also the mention of my young "protector" refers to our body's tween protector alter.

~we're a system and we no longer want to hide and pretend that we're a singlet~

Description
Yup, my life really is living hell sometimes.

So basically this traumacore pic that I made is about my most recent traumatic event involving my abusive dad. A lot of what is depicted in this pic is a lot of the feelings and even similar sayings that happened during the recent event. My dad really did file a no-contact order on me, which the judge apparently found ridiculous according to the court papers, but my dad ended up rescinding the no-contact order anyways and claims that "he loves me."

Yeah right, abusers say that they "love" their victims all the time. I don't give a single flying fuck as to whether or not he actually loves me, I hate him and I hate all of the people who were supposed to help me that told me it was all my fault.

I swear I wasn't trying to hurt him, but when he physically put his hands on me, I put on the toughest possible exterior I could and fought back. And now this combined with my diagnosed PTSD from past trauma (that wasn't caused by my father) has been haunting me ever since.

Also the mention of my young "protector" refers to our body's tween protector alter.

~we're a system and we no longer want to hide and pretend that we're a singlet~