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fraugwinska · 3 months ago

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There was more to him than a prostitute, Husk was sure of it. He wanted to see him again, see if he could coax more of that other person out of him- but regardless of how drawn he felt, he drew the line at paying for sex. Maybe if he hung around a while, Angel would come outside- Husk could catch him then, talk to him a little bit. Maybe he could get through to him, convince him that the brothel wasn’t the best place for him.

Lord help me - we get MULTIPLE ship-romances in one AU and I am so HERE for Huskerdust! It just keeps getting BETTER AND BETTER!

God, That's Good!

Chapter 10: Kiss Me

Charlie and Vaggie hatch a plan, and Husk and Angel learn of some similarities between themselves.

Tags: Chaggie, Huskerdust, we have other relationships to flesh out besides Radioapple everyone! Val is tied with Sera for being The Worst™️

HEYYO WE'RE AT CHAPTER 10!!! TWO CHAPTERS TO GO UNTIL THE END OF ACT ONE 🥳🎉

As always, a huge thank you to my beloved @fraugwinska and @minkdelovely for their support and excitement about this story, as well as everyone else that likes or comments and reblogs 💗

Act 1: Chapter 1 🥧 Chapter 2 🥧 Chapter 3 🥧 Chapter 4 🥧Chapter 5 🥧 Chapter 6 🥧Chapter 7 🥧 Chapter 8 🥧 Chapter 9 🥧 Chapter 10

Charlie is pacing when Vaggie enters the room with a creak of the door, her dress swishing around her legs when she turns and spots her in the doorway, cheeks tinted from the exertion and her braid still swinging. “Vaggie,” she says softly, and whether it’s the stress of the night or her desire to finally, finally be closer, she’s propelled across the room in a few short strides and throws her arms around Vaggie’s neck, hugging her tightly. There’s a brief moment of hesitation where Charlie worries that she’s overstepped, crossed some kind of boundary.

And then Vaggie’s arms are coming up as well, wrapping around Charlie’s back and pulling her even closer.

Charlie could cry. She lets them stand there in comfortable silence for a moment before pulling back- she’s startled to find that her eyes are damp, hurriedly wiping at her eyes with her sleeves before Vaggie can see it. “I’m so glad you came,” she says, and Vaggie’s smile is soft and sweet.

“I couldn’t have stayed away. I have a proposition for you- and I completely understand if the answer is no, so please don’t feel obligated in any way to agree with what I have to say.” Charlie quirks an eyebrow, and Vaggie steels herself with a deep breath. “I want to take you away from here,” she says, and Charlie’s heart leaps in her chest. “I see the way that your guardians are towards you, and forgive me if I’m being too forward but you-”

She takes Charlie’s hand, stepping closer to her again and putting Charlie’s hand to her chest. “You are so radiant and beautiful, and I can tell that you feel so deeply about helping others when you talk about it. Your keeper may be a Judge but he is not a good or just man, and that Beadle is no better; they won’t let you be what I can see, so clearly, that you want to be.” She lifts Charlie’s hand to her lips, pressing a soft kiss there. “I want to help you become that. If you would allow me to take you away from New Orleans, I would do anything to help you realize your dreams- whatever they are.”

She does tear up then, her eyes wet and her smile wobbling, and Vaggie looks worried for a moment that she’s done something wrong. “I was going to ask you to get me out of here,” she admits. “I just heard before you arrived; Adam plans to marry me. My own caregiver! Expecting that I would simply agree to be his wife when he’s basically my father.” Her stomach churns as it had when she heard them speaking, and Vaggie looks just as shocked as she had felt. “I would rather die, Vaggie. I’ve no idea what sort of timeline he expects but knowing Sera- who gave him the idea, and I will never forgive her for it- they will try to rush it. They might expect me to marry him as soon as Monday.”

“I won’t let that happen,” Vaggie says, and her hand comes up to cup Charlie’s cheek- and Charlie was right, to be so close to her without the wall in the way was perfect, her palm a warm, comforting presence on Charlie’s face. “I promise you, I’ll take you far away from here. I had already made arrangements with a friend to shelter you for the evening- you would only need wait here until I let him know that I would be bringing you, just to make sure he has no company that might get word back to the Judge, and then I would return to fetch you.”

“Tonight?” She looks at Vaggie’s shorter stature, her determination clear in the set her her jaw, the crease in her eyebrows. “Where would we go from your friend’s place?”

“Wherever you want,” she says. “I plan to travel North eventually- I wouldn’t presume that you would go with me automatically, but if there’s anywhere else-”

Charlie cuts her off with her own hand along the delicate line of Vaggie’s jaw. “North sounds perfect,” she says quietly, her eyes tracking the swallow Vaggie takes down her throat. She was so beautiful, and to know that their plans had somehow aligned so perfectly with one another’s was a sweet, heady cocktail that had her stepping closer still, a mere whisper of space between them. “Anywhere would be perfect with you.”

“Charlie,” she breathes, and her eyes dart down to Charlie’s lips before meeting her gaze once again.

One could call Charlie naive. Innocent. Unaware of the world and inexperienced with the way she had been sheltered. But she had seen couples in love, the tender kisses that they shared when they thought no one else was looking, the longing looks that they exchanged when being observed. She understood- and she wanted that with Vaggie.

“Would you kiss me?” She asks quietly, adding on a soft, “please” for manners’ sake. And Vaggie obliges, pulling Charlie slightly down so that their lips can meet for the first time. It’s a soft press of their mouths, sweet and perfect, and Charlie feels her face flame at the thought of anyone seeing such impropriety- they were not married or engaged, they would both be ruined if anyone found out and told Sera or Adam. But her caregivers were gone, and the night was quiet and still; there was no one to see them, to judge them or tell them to stop.

She pulls away with a soft gasp, and Vaggie is so lovely like this- her dark hair escaping her braid, cheeks blushing and her eyes wide. Charlie was already sure of her choice but this cemented it- she wanted Vaggie. She wanted to flee North with her, to whatever life they could build together, far away from the oppressive atmosphere of New Orleans, of Adam and Sera. Their time of knowing one another had been brief, but it was enough for her to know what she wanted.

Vaggie’s fingers card gently into her hair. “May I kiss you again?” She asks, and Charlie’s affirmation is lost between her lips as their mouths join again, and again, and again.

Husk had stayed in the shop until that Niffty girl had left, waiting for Alastor to head up the stairs following a series of concerning sounding thumps. As soon as he had gone Husk slipped out, more desperate for a drink than anything else, but he found himself wandering closer and closer to the market, unsure of what exactly had led him there until he spotted the bright pink lights of the whorehouse that Angel worked at. He had been thinking about the young man frequently- too frequently if he was being honest with himself, always catching his mind wandering to those eyes of his, the soft, sweet smile he had given him when they had parted ways. They still saw each other every now and then, short waves and hushed greetings whispered when they got the chance, but that Valetino watched Angel like a hawk when he was so much as a few feet away from the house.

Not that Husk knew what the best place for him was, but surely anything would be better than here. New Orleans was dark and dangerous and rife with secrets that Husk knew all too well. If he could steer one person away from the tar pit, he would consider that a job well done.

“Just gimme a fuckin’ minute, Vel- tell him I’ll be right back.”

Husk looks up from his feet to see Angel coming out the brothel door, his head tilted down and hands fumbling in his pocket for something. There’s a woman in the doorway, her dark eyes narrowed as she watches Angel basically run around the corner. She looks up and spots Husk, her mouth downturning into an angry sneer. “Fuck’re you lookin’ at, geezer?” She demands, and doesn’t wait for a response before the door slams shut, the windows of the establishment rattling. He waits a moment to ensure that she won’t step back out with that Valentino before he follows Angel’s path around the back of the building.

He’s pacing when Husk finally sees him, his strides jerky and frantic as he fumbles with whatever is between his fingers- Husk sees the flicker of a match before a breeze blows it out, and in the brief moment of lighting he catches sight of Angel’s face- eyes wide and frightened, a deep bruise forming along his cheekbone. “Come on, come on,” he was muttering around the butt of a cigarette, hands diving into his pockets for a new match.

Husk approaches like he’s a wild animal- timid, unpredictable. “You need a light?” He asks softly, and even with how soft he had been Angel is still startled enough to drop his book of matches into a puddle at his feet. “Sorry- I guess you really do now,” he apologizes, and he’s only a little pleased when the man’s shoulders relax ever so slightly upon realizing it was him.

“That was my last book,” he says, and though he’s aiming for nonchalant Husk can hear the frayed nerves in his voice. “Ya got somethin’ to help me out?”

Husk digs into his own pocket and pulls out an actual lighter- he steps closer to Angel and brings his hands up, one flicking the lighter to bring forth a flame and the other blocking the wind so that he could light Angel’s cigarette for him. Angel takes a deep drag off the thing, the end burning brightly enough for a moment that Husk can see the bruise on his face with stunning clarity, along with the ones that littered his neck and the bit of collarbone that showed. “I hear those things are bad for you,” he says, nodding at the cigarette, and Angel scoffs.

“Better than coke, isn’t it,” he says absently, taking another long inhale. “Cheaper, too- don’t have to work so hard for a share a’ these.” He blows the smoke out in an exhale, casting his eyes over Husk’s frame. “What brings ya this way so late? Don’t tell me ya changed ya mind about takin’ me for a ride.” His tone is teasing, but the look in his eyes is distant, the different colors equally as dull as he looks more over Husk’s shoulder than actually at him. “We usually stop takin’ customers this late, but money is money to Val-”

“Yeah, I’m not here for that,” Husk interrupts, and the relief in Angel’s posture is easy to spot, tension dripping from his shoulders. “I was just out for a walk, noticed you leaving the house in a rush. Figured I would see if you were okay.”

“Oh, peachy,” he says, his tone sarcastic. “I mean, really just dandy.”

“Why don’t you leave?” Husk can’t stop the question, and Angel just laughs hollowly.

“Workin’ for a psychopathic freak is more of a hobby than a necessity, didn’t ya know?” He shakes his head, his blonde hair falling from its careful styling and into his eyes. “Ya don’t know what I’ve done- the shit Val knows, the shit he has on me, it’s safer for me to stay with him than it would be on my own.”

And boy, if Husk didn’t know that particular feeling of being trapped too well.

“Hey, you ever wanna talk to someone, I know how you’re feeling. I’ve been there; Hell, I’m still there.” He takes a step closer, his hand slipping from Angel’s shoulder to rest lightly on his bicep- green and brown eyes catch Husk’s dark ones, his breath seeming to simply stop. “You ever wanna try and get out of this shithole-”

“Angel, baby!”

The hair on Husk’s arms stands on end, his posture immediately tense when he hears a voice that could only belong to Valentino. Angel has frozen as well, immediately stepping back from Husk and pulling his arm from his grip. The tall man just drapes himself across Angel’s shoulders, running a darkly tanned hand across Angel’s chest and abdomen, settling possessively on his hip. “Who’s your friend, baby?” He asks, his voice low and accented in Angel’s ear, and Angel’s eyes dart over to Husk and then away.

“Just a John,” Angel mutters. “I was tellin’ him to come back in the mornin’. Ain’t that right?”

“Yeah,” Husk agrees, eyeballing the way that Valentino’s fingers dig harshly into Angel’s hipbones. “We were just finishing up- I’m on my way.”

Val’s eyes narrow, his gaze tracing up and down Husk’s body and sneering. “Estupendo,” he leers at Husk, and then to Angel- “how about you head back in, bello? I’ll have a chat with our friend here about our working hours.”

Angel’s eyes widen, darting between Husk and Val in a frenzy. “He was just leavin’, Val, it’s fine-”

Fingers dig sharply into Angel’s jaw, forcing his words to a stop. “Go. Inside,” he repeats. “Don’t make me repeat myself, cariño.” He releases Angel when he nods, eyes closed and defeated- his fingernails had left tiny indents on his cheeks. “Make sure Velvette covers up those little love bites!” He calls after him as Angel scurries inside the house, and then his dark, mean eyes are back on Husk. “If you come near my little puta again,” he says, the accent thick and angry in his voice. “I’ll make sure he gets much worse than a couple of bruises. Do I make myself clear, cabrón?”

Husk might not have spoken any Spanish, but the tone was clear enough. And as much as he wanted to knock the pimp onto his scrawny ass, he didn’t want to get Angel into anymore trouble.

At least, not until he could figure out a plan to get them as far away from New Orleans as possible.

“Crystal clear, sir,” he says, with as much contempt as he can muster, and Val smiles meanly before he vanishes through the door as Angel had, leaving Husk alone in the alleyway.

Act 1: Chapter 1 🥧 Chapter 2 🥧 Chapter 3 🥧 Chapter 4 🥧Chapter 5 🥧 Chapter 6 🥧Chapter 7 🥧 Chapter 8 🥧 Chapter 9 🥧 Chapter 10

#The rare occasion where I really care about Chaggie as a ship #Valentino is a prick in EVERY AU and this is the proof #I want to say 'Husk is falling for Angel' in that annoyingly childish singsong voice #Husk and Angel #sitting on a tree #K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

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sysmedsaresexist · 2 months ago

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The Big "Is RAMCOA Antisemitic?" Debunk Post

Because I have to stay relevant, here we go

Let's start with a little speech. A bit of positivity.

You know, there is something good to said about this RAMCOA antisemitism discourse. The majority don't seem to be falling for it at all, and many are becoming more educated about the panic, RAMCOA/OEA and its history (the good and the bad) than ever before

RAMCOA/OEA a very real issue that deserves awareness and advocacy, and so far, I've noticed a massive surge in members of the community researching the ISSTD and the OEA sig's work.

It has brought antisemitism into light in a way that hasn't really been talked about on a large scale in system communities, and most don't know ever existed. Many, genuinely, had no idea that the satanic panic was antisemitic in these ways, and it's putting a lot of pieces together and adding a lot of context that'll help us grow and be better people going forward.

It's been really nice seeing such a positive shift to open, educational conversations, with people genuinely wanting to know the truth and unlearn harmful associations.

SAS stands with RAMCOA and OEA survivors.

So let's get into it.

SRA and The Memory Wars, lasting results

SRA started with Michelle Remembers, a book, in 1980. It resulted in thousands of unsubstantiated claims of abuse, daycare hysteria, set CDD research and OEA abuse back decades, affected millions, and to this day conjures images of cloaked figures sacrificing children.

The ISSTD was formed in 1984, amid the panic, with the goal of quickly developing an effective treatment and documenting the disorder as thoroughly as possible. Many mistakes were made. Clinicians aren't immune to societal panics, and lessons were learned the hard way.

I think an important distinction that many have forgotten is that the ISSTD's principal controversy isn't SRA. SRA didn't start or end with the ISSTD.

While the “Satanic Panic” played out in courts and in mass media, the ISSTD entered “The Memory Wars”, and it's this that they're most controversial for. False, implanted, and fostered memories weren't solely related to SRA. It was used to discredit all types of abuse and violence and is still used to this day to silence victims.

By the 1990s, therapists were being sued, licenses were being revoked, and members were fleeing the ISSTD. The False Memory Syndrome Foundation wouldn't be created for another couple of years, but that doesn't mean its founding members weren't already wreaking havoc.

The FMSF would be created in 1992, and their bigger and better attacks on therapists were brutal and persistent. The legal battles would be especially effective at causing therapists to refuse to work with victims of abuse.

Research on ritual abuse, CDDs, and repressed memories came to a grinding halt.

The Satanic Panic eventually fell into relative silence by 1995, but false memories lived on, loud and cruel.

The FMSF would eventually begin to write college textbooks for the next generation of clinicians. It would survive until 2019.

The ISSTD is still trying to regain its membership. It's only recently that they reached 1500, the highest since 1993.

Antisemitism, blood libel, and the satanic panic

If you're confused about how everything is related, I'm going to make it very simple so you grasp the basic idea.

This is not a history lesson.

Blood Libel, or ritual murder, is the idea that Jewish people sacrificed Christian children in religious rituals. Cloaked figures performing rituals and killing children and animals. The same thing you picture when you think of Satanists and rituals.

For those who recognize the connection (racists), this fuels their sentiments and creates a language for them to speak to each other.

It is true, a basic fact, that for many people, Satanists are anyone who doesn't worship the Christian god. Including and especially Jewish people.

SRA and RAMCOA

Depending on who you ask, the connection is either that:

MYTH: the ISSTD originally called their RAMCOA sig (Special Interest Group) the SRA sig. FACT: The RAMCOA sig, one of twelve ISSTD sigs, was created in 2008. There was never any kind of satanic ritual abuse group or association within the ISSTD.

FACT: Ritual abuse, the RA in RAMCOA, still has ties to SRA and brings to mind everything from the panic. ALSO FACT: That's why the ISSTD has renamed it to the OEA sig.

Hopefully we're all on the same page now.

Who's Grey Faction?

Grey Faction is a group of the TST (The Satanic Temple) and is closely related to the FMSF. While the FMSF generally attacked all types of abuse, GF, being related to Satanism, is focused on recovered memories and the (still alive) satanic panic. They believe that all reports of false memories supports satanic panic conspiracy theories. They continue the FMSF's work.

How did we get here?

Well, TST and GF are on reddit. Syscringe is on reddit. And now syscringe is here.

This is what syscringe bot says every time RAMCOA is brought up.

That link goes to Grey Faction.

So is RAMCOA Antisemitic?

Kind of yeah. It was a really good move of the ISSTD to change the name to OEA sig. They talk about the association on their website and stated they wanted to get away from that. No one won the satanic panic. Ritual abuse is real, but its history is tainted.

The discourse around RAMCOA isn't about helping Jewish people. At least, not for the people pushing the false connection that the ISSTD started and continues to maintain the panic to this day.

It's about discrediting the ISSTD and the trauma theory. It's about silencing victims, even Jewish survivors.

It's about ignoring that the ISSTD is making moves in the right direction.

It's about continuing the idea that false memories exist and that trauma memories can't be trusted or taken at face value. It's about downplaying the depravity of abusers and the lengths they'll go to.

I want to finish this post with a letter from a very dear friend. It's not a mod on this blog, simply someone wishing to stay anonymous.

Uplift Jewish Voices

Hello, I’m Noam, an ethnic and religious Jew. I face antisemitism on the daily and deal with having DID. I am not a RAMCOA survivor, but I have a number of friends who are. Today I’m here to talk about the recent discourse going around regarding whether claiming to have RAMCOA experiences is inherently antisemitic. TLDR: no.

Let’s start with understanding why people think this. The term ritual abuse originated from the term satanic ritual abuse and is often associated with the satanic panic. The satanic panic in the 80s and 90s was extreme and yes, did involve a lot of antisemitic conspiracy theories. People would suggest certain symbols or music or groups of people (often vague, or calling it a nationwide conspiracy) were “brainwashing” these “good Christian children” into satanic practices or straying from rigid Christianity. Jews are often stereotyped as Satanic, controlling things, and murdering and cannibalizing children/babies.

Ritual abuse nowadays is often still associated with Satanic cults, but it has a much broader and less accusatory definition in medical/therapeutic spaces. Per Schröder et al. (2018), “ritual abuse occurs when a religious, political, or spiritual authority uses its position of power and the sovereignty to interpret the respective belief system to manipulate and dominate its followers.” Some examples include repeated forced creation of CSEM, religious and other types of cults (yes, including satanic, but also Christian and other religions), and being forced to abuse others (Schröder et al., 2018). Trafficking is also a type of organized abuse. We know these types of abuses happen. But given the history of RA as a term and the harm claims of SRA caused, how does one determine whether something is a conspiracy theory or actual trauma someone experienced?

This page by the European Commission does a good job of talking about identifying conspiracy theories and the harm they do. I won’t recount the whole thing, but here are some basic things they state conspiracy theories have in common: a secret plot, a group of conspirators, unfounded/unreliable evidence, suggesting everything is connected, dividing the world into good people and bad people, and scapegoating certain groups (“Identifying Conspiracy Theories,” 2020).

What makes (many) stories of RAMCOA different from antisemitic conspiracy theories? I’m glad you asked!

• The secret plot in conspiracy theories often involves a large group of people in on some secret changing something about the world or identifying a secret thing that must have happened to lead to unfortunate current events. RAMCOA tends to stem from people or organizations working on a much smaller scale, and the things they are doing mostly affect the person/people experiencing this abuse. Abusers may try to instill in victims a sense that they control a lot about the world and the events that happen within it, but they don’t.

• A big question I like to ask people who spout conspiracy theories is “who is they (the group of conspirators)?” If they is some generic big bad, the government, “elites” (see the AJC’s Translate Hate Glossary section titled “cosmopolitan elite”), or vague and unknown, it’s usually a dogwhistle for Jews. The person themselves may not realize this, but perhaps they never looked further into the evidence behind these accusations and who those being accused are. RAMCOA perpetrators are not vague to their victims. They often have familial ties or other close relationships with them that allow the abusers to gain their victims’ trust (Schröder et al. 2018). The things they do to abuse people and the methods they use are not vague or mysterious actions to achieve an end. There are specific actions and tactics that cults and authority figures use for RAMCOA.

• Whether evidence is unfounded is a harder thing to distinguish, since many survivors of RAMCOA cope using dissociation or have an amount of dissociative amnesia around traumatic events (Shröder 2018). The Europe Commission suggests three main things to check for in regards to evidence about a claim. Who is the author and why are they writing this? Is the source reliable/reputable? Is the tone and style “balanced and fair or sensationalist and one-dimensional?” (“Identifying Conspiracy Theories,” 2020). I also like to think about, especially with regards to abuse survivors, if this is a conspiracy theory, why are they telling me the things they’re telling me? Most RAMCOA survivors I’ve met avoid talking about their trauma and are more focused on figuring out if what they experienced is real and how to heal from it. They are not trying to convince me of something; they are just sharing their story and looking for support.

• RAMCOA victims I’ve talked to, particularly those with DID, also have a more complex view of their abusers or are trying to come to terms with all the bad things someone they admired, trusted, and/or loved did. Conspiracy theorists tend to separate people into conspirators or innocents. There is no middle ground. Healing for a lot of abuse victims involves realizing that good people can do bad things and bad people can do good things; the world is not black and white.

• Scapegoating often involves generalizing and demonizing certain people or groups of people. I find a lack of seeing these “others” as human or wanting anything other than a single, unified goal. It also tends to involve assumptions much more than any personal experience. Anyone with even the slightest connection to a certain ideology is evil. RAMCOA often involves many victims, many of whom understand that other people involved with the organization that hurt them are also victims or have been scared or brainwashed into further perpetuating abuse.

• Also, while satanic panic was largely about going against Christianity, many religious cults are associated with particular sects or communities within Christianity, and they use certain ideologies within the group to deter people from leaving or reporting abuse. Perpetrators claim some sort of punishment or betrayal will be involved in these actions.

Anyways, I want to put emphasis on healing in RAMCOA survivors, where many of the points and purposes of conspiracy theories are antithetical to such a process. People should be allowed to find support, community, and reliable resources about what they have gone through (if it is physically/mentally safe for them to do so). Please do not insist that these traumas aren’t real on the basis of antisemitism from the satanic panic. The survivors I’ve met who talk about parts of their trauma are working hard to come to terms with it themselves and how to cope, and while they may be angry and upset towards their abusers, they do not try to insist to me how evil a group is and that there is a need to take direct action against them. They are just trying to survive.

Now, ritual abuse as a term and the history of its use is something I think needs more discussion. I would love to see more research about how the term evolved within medical/therapeutic spaces and how much of a connection the current definition and use has to antisemitism. But regardless of what we end up calling these types of abuses, there are real examples of them and people who have empirical evidence that they have been through such experiences.

Furthermore, I have a problem with a lot of the claims of antisemitism in relation to RAMCOA coming from goyim (AKA non-Jews). You are not the authority on antisemitism. You do not get to claim to defend us while not speaking to us about the topic. There is so much antisemitism going around, but I find so few people willing to listen to Jews when we talk about the struggles we face. (The SAS mods are an example of exceptions to this. I appreciate the amount I’ve been able to talk to them and how open and supportive they are. I love y’all.) Encouraging hate and disbelief is not helpful to us. What’s helpful is doing your research and learning about how to recognize and combat antisemitism. Take your energy where it’s needed, thank you.

European Commission. (2020, August 12). Identifying conspiracy theories. European Commission. <https://commission.europa.eu/strategy-and-policy/coronavirus-response/fighting-disinformation/identifying-conspiracy-theories_en>

Gerke, J., Fegert, J., Rassenhofer, M., & Fegert, J. M. (2024). Organized sexualized and ritual violence: Results from two representative German samples. Child Abuse & Neglect, 152, 106792. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.chiabu.2024.106792

#tw #ramcoa #cdd history #debunk #syscringe and Grey faction sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G #not syscourse #pro syscourse conversation #sas stands with ramcoa and OEA survivors #I'm fucking exhausted goddamn

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