wish i was a headlight



Untitled

I am not new here, but I don't know what to say here any better the second time 'round. I live in Chicago. I'm actually a pretty okay person. I mostly post really boring text, usually about my mental health, so you probably don't actually want to follow me, and that's cool and stuff, I don't mind. I also engage in consensual bdsm (as a bottom/masochist) and will occasionally discuss it. jumpedtherabbit at gmail dot com email me freely, i love you guys.

if you know me in real life, please read: this.





Theme by spaceperson Powered by Tumblr

klammer
[tw: non graphic discussion of (non-sexual) abuse, issues of ‘survivorship’.] i’d really like advice/input on this?

i have a lot of trouble with the words “abuse” and “survivor.” i have no trouble admitting that there were abusive behaviors all over the place, towards me, in x relationship. i have no trouble admitting that y’s relationship with x was abusive towards y.

however, i have so so so much trouble saying that x was abusive towards me, or that our relationship was abusive. partially this is because i know a lot of people who’ve gone through mindbogglingly terrible shit. because of that i worry that i’m appropriating the words “abuse” and “survivor” because i don’t have PTSD, because the abusive behavior was only (haha ‘only’) verbal, emotional, and occasionally physical.

like, i genuinely worry that if i call myself a survivor, or someone who has lived through abuse, rather than just through abusive behavior, i’m being appropriative and disrespecting the pain of a lot of my closest friends, and of so many other people i’ve never met. i do not want to do that. i respect and love them too much.

but at the same time i do want to do justice to my own pain. i do know that, years after x died, something is still wrong. i still have definite triggers that will kick in anxiety and panic attacks or put me in partial shut down. the other day i was in a barnes and noble and someone smelled like x and i wasn’t able to concentrate on anything but his location, if he was looking at me, etc. a week or so ago i got the song i was listening to when i heard that x died stuck in my head, and i was so on edge that i had to take an ativan, go to bed, and give up on writing a paper that night.

I DON’T FUCKING KNOW YOU GUYS. i want to do justice to my own past, i don’t want to disrespect survivors, i want to feel okay. i want y to know that she wasn’t the only person x was abusive to, but i don’t want to disrespect the fact that she took much of the abuse to save my skin. but at the same time, i know the way x treated me was fucked up, not all right, and still looms over me.

so obviously i don’t know. if you have any feedback i’d like it.

07:30 pm, by bluesjumpedtherabbit11 notes

Notes
  1. thiscouldbeacity reblogged this from fromonesurvivortoanother
  2. rnbrucker reblogged this from fromonesurvivortoanother
  3. raysoldblog reblogged this from fromonesurvivortoanother and added:
    If I were to have sprained my ankle, but you were to have broken your leg, the fact that your injury would have been a...
  4. fromonesurvivortoanother reblogged this from jumpedtherabbit and added:
    certain boundaries where they start...surviving abuse (of any kind) really needs to be...
  5. theclockworklady answered: I know exactly how you’re feeling. I have just started dealing with this myself. You need to let yourself be an abuse survivor no guilt-limit
  6. jumpedtherabbit posted this