PTSD-MY BODY SCREAMS 3;10 AM OF SITTING ON WICKER FURNITURE AT 14-15 MONTHS OLD. IT HURTS TO SIT ON THE WICKER COUCH. I'M AFRAID TO MOVE. SPLINTERS, IT FEELS LIKE IT'S BITING ME. I FEEL SO TERRIBLY UNHAPPY. MY LIFE IS ONE OF MISERY, CRUELTY, HUMILIATION, TORTURE. MY GRANDMA IS MY ONLY RESPITE.
MY PARENTS SPEND THEIR TIME SCREAMING. THEY'RE SO UNHAPPY. FEAR ANXIETY ARE CONSTANT. MY 7 YR OLD SISTER HAS BEEN A HUMAN PING PONG BALL RAISED BY TWO IMMATURE DAMAGED PEOPLE. HIS DAD HUNG HIMSELF 1 YEAR 4 MONTHS BEFORE MY BIRTH 1949. MAYBE WHY I WAS TREATED LIKE MALE. A WAS 3. THEY MARRIED 1942 WW 2. WE LEARNED TO PRETEND TO BE HAPPY.
I'M STILL UNLEARNING.
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