#raperecovery

[wangxianfics]

hi! I'm hoping you can help me find this particular wangxian fic. its one where wwx gets r*ped by jin zixun (i think?? or that horrible wen person) and a-yuan was his son but he doesn't acknowledge or treat a-yuan with scorn, he just lets wen qing take care of the child. last i read about it, i think lan zhan found wwx in the burial mounds while it was raining? i think he was unconscious or something. im really sorry about how vague this is, but i hope you can help me 😭

Hey Nonny I am not sure if this is the fic you are looking for but you can also check our raperecovery tag.

Title: secrets for the stars to keep

Author: UchiHime

Universe: Canon Divergence (The Untamed / MDZS)

Status: Complete

Rating: Mature: RAPE/NON CON

Lenght: Epic (37+K)

Summary: Things like this don’t happen to people like Wei Wuxian.

It happens to mediocre people; people not strong enough to defend themselves.

It doesn’t happen to cultivators. Especially not to one of the strongest cultivators of his generation.

And it doesn’t happen to men.

*There is no explicit content in this fic. Though it does contain rape/noncon, it's all off screen and only referenced. This fic contains mpreg, but it's not ABO or considered out of the norm.*

[carryonbananas]

When everything feels so difficult to do, even the smallest things seem like the biggest tasks in the world.

[thisismyghost-blog]

letter to my rapist

You did everything you could to convince me I was a fool and that you were the smartest person in every room.  You even convinced me I was somehow a bad person who deserved constant punishment and that you were a selfless saint. It turns out we were both selfless, only I turned outward sending my energy to other souls- While you, You turned inward, sucking in all the energy from those around you like a black hole.  You had me convinced that I could learn from you because you were confident and commanding while embodying all the values I seek. I thought my depression and timidity was a sign of weakness and that your arrogance and self obsession gave you strength. Now I see you were only impersonating me. I have nothing to learn from you but everything to see.  You are the darkness of the cold void which lends a background for anything truly luminous to show.

 You said I should be honored that you wanted me to write your speeches but now I write my own speech. You were playacting me the entire time, I already wrote you several speeches you played back to me inside out. You convinced me to worship you and to lock my soul in a punishing dungeon while you had your ways with me. No- you have no more power here. Nothing you say can hurt me. You promised me we would change the world together, we would make each other smarter and stronger and I would be your helpmate in the background while you gave inspirational speeches to thousands in a crowd and raised money for orphans.... What you gave me instead was so much better. You murdered my ego, blotted out the sun in my sky and put blinders on me to my value or possible connection to other human beings. You made me feel ashamed and for a while I hid. I hid myself away, while thinking in some way you were still better than me because everyone seemed to believe your attributes were more worthy of admiration and I was ignorable or mockable.

 You wrapped me in a cold tomb which I transformed into my warm cocoon. That’s the type of power I have and the failure than you will never cease to be.

You killed me and gave me the night... you sucked me into your blackened void and made it possible for me to see all the stars with no obfuscation. I died the ugly whore you broke and am reborn as the Angel you make yourself out to be.  I am empowered by the aggression you poured into me.  I was rebuilt impenetrable by all your insults and rendered impervious by all the bites you took from my flesh. I am impossible to deceive because of every moment you twisted everything against me.

 I am all you want to be…. and more than you can conceive.

 What you thought made me vulnerable actually lends me immortality. I cared so much what other people think, I was willing to sacrifice myself because I valued your happiness and the wellbeing of those you claimed to help.

 You value only admiration and submission in your present moment. If you aren’t receiving admiration from many people or lose your charm and supply of energy from others you will sit with your emptiness. As I lay in the gutter while people calling me a whore, a liar, a drama queen, I have never been so full in my life.  I not only have connected with my son in a way I never saw possible but finally feel reconnected with my father for the first time in over a decade since he passed away. You, I will never forgive. But after you I am only able to forgive when I look on any wrong done by people who love me. I have infinite peace. People like you should never be forgiven or forgotten because you don’t have the capacity to be a human being. You should only be alone, you should only ever be allowed to interact with others in an environment where you are always exposed for what you are. A dangerous hologram, a sirene song.

 When your body dies you will be dead and anything you cared about will cease to exist because you were all that mattered to yourself. When my body dies- I will live on in every person I connected with and nurtured some aspect of their soul into blossoming.  You fool many but you are more alone than alone because you are so turned inwards that you have become a vacuum. A pretty, snake tongued vacuum. You have no power here, in taking all of mine from me you gave me all of yours. I am the brilliant shining light of love you hold up for a mask and I have learned to give my own speech. You wish you were me… I would say I hope this makes you feel bad to be seen, or that I pity your endless painted empty gilded misery because you don’t even know what you are missing and maybe you never had a chance, but- I am indifferent.  Like you made me feel when you ignored me or talked over me or pretended to not see the pain you caused me- I am indifferent to you now but you were obsessed with finding ways to get a reaction out of me. You invested hours hacking into and watching my phone, you even spied on my family and friends. You learned everything about every inch of my soul and studied what made me tick like a watchmaker.

You joked about being a vampire who liked my taste when you forced hickies on me for others to see, yet again telling the truth inside out poetically, once again showing me the beauty of my poetry. You were empty and my blood was sweet.  I will never thank you but I am grateful for you murdering me.  If you hadn’t I never may have discovered my immortality.  If you took responsibility and didnt request your charges to be reduced to a misdemeanor I may never have been forced to choose between giving up and walking into the flames where I found my voice and my dragon flesh. You are literally nothing. You are a painted shell. You wish you were me.

Your cleverness to point at my stupidity only sharpened me. Your ambition to conquer only motivated me. You turned everything so upside down that you set me right side up and now you are the one on the floor and I hold the cold stare of contempt.  You will never beg or cry or bleed like my heart does but you already have a worse fate to suffer than anything you did to me. You don’t have the capacity to feel the joy I feel, to experience the end of aloneness in the awe-filled connection with another’s consciousness, to enjoy the warmth of another person loving you and not becoming a servant to your persona.   You can mime almost any human behavior but you are locked into the same experience. You may travel the world charming crowds and learning them inside and out but you will still only have lived one empty meaningless life. You will only experience the world as a first person video game and never truly live. How can I be angry at you? I am angry at anything that enables people like you, but I am not angry or scared of you.  You no longer mean anything to me. As you thought you were using me for self-gratification the results turned you into simply the means to an end for me- how I learned to tear off your mask and write my speech.

Nothing you can possibly contrive will ever again make me feel shame or win my admiration or submission. So don’t let your ugly designer shirt get snagged on your way out the door.

[casenjoyer]

pretty petty

[lilac-lies]

So back in January 2015 when I reported my rape, (I was raped in September 2015) I got a ridiculous amount of nasty shit from a few specific people and also many others. All of my social media accounts were riddled with shit like this. I had to remove myself for a long time, and could only use my tumblr as my diary for the most part because it was private and nobody I knew, knew about it. I still use my tumblr as my diary. These were just a couple of the asks I got on anonymous, then when I turned anonymous off there was a group of girls close to my attacker that made the tumblr account @you-are-a-whoreee to continue sending me asks. (Go check the blog, there's nothing on there) They even brought up my first miscarriage that I suffered in March 2014 saying they were glad I lost my baby. I eventually had to turn my ask off completely. There were a few wonderful blogs that reached out to me in my difficult time, mainly @uncanny-totus and @bropatrolbrah and I just want to say thankyou because you two have no idea how much you helped with sending me love 💖 but I just wanted to put these asks out there, because they have been sitting in my inbox for so long, making me feel like shit every time I see them, when I just need to be reminded that I did the RIGHT thing by reporting my rape, and encourage everyone to report their sexual assaults.

[robers69hiphop]

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[victuurionkubosensei]

AU_Rape

Lifeline: Detroit (Part 1)_Denrhea

After failing miserably at the GPF, Yuuri drowned his sorrows in champagne. This led to what Victor refers to as the best and the worst night in his life...a night where he found his life and love and nearly lost him as well. This is a story of rape recovery. It is also a story of love and friendship.

Note: I refuse to go into graphic detail on the rape scene because I have no desire to glorify rape as sex.

This story is hard hitting but you see all of the triumphs as Yuuri finds his way back from the darkness he disappeared into. There is plenty of fluff to balance out the angst as well.

Words:114012 Chapters:55/55 Rating: M tags: Non-con rape, rape recovery, PTSD, anxiety, depression, hurt/comfort, loving Victor, mentioning of suicide, Yuuri in high heels, ballet dancing, drag queen Yuuri

Lifeline: Hasetsu (Part 2) _Denrhea

Five months ago, Victor met the love of his life on the day he describes as the best and worst day of his life. Yuuri is raped when he returns to his room alone and when Victor finds him, he is forever entwined in Yuuri's life.

Now, after guiding Yuuri from the darkness, Victor follows him home to Hasetsu. Yuuri is still healing from the rape. Victor is still healing from seeing his beloved broken that night. And now, after being away from his family for five long years, Yuuri doesn't know how they truly feel about the events of his life. How can he step back into that polite world from whence he came? And when all of the politeness strips away, what will remain?

Words:100557 Chapters:35/35 Rating: E Tags: mentions of rape, PTSD, rape recovery, anixiety management animal, BFF Phichit, BFF Chris, Protective Yuri

Lifeline: St. Petersburg (Part 3) _ Denrhea

Relocating to St. Petersburg pulled all of Yuuri's anxiety to the forefront as he now lived in the same country as his attackers, Victor's old boyfriend shared their apartment for the time being, and he had to make his own place in a new rink. And now with the attack out in the open, Yuuri doesn't know quite what to expect with his fellow competitors as well as repercussions from his attackers.

TRIGGER WARNING: This will reference past rape. This might have further violence and non-con elements. I will try and warn you ahead of time in the chapters at hand but this stands as an overall warning.

Ongoing

So the Skies Opened up (and Drowned Us All) _Petricular

It doesn't always happen in a dark alley.

Or, the one where the unthinkable occurs in a hotel in Barcelona, and Yuuri struggles through the aftermath. Viktor just wants Yuuri to heal.

Words:12586 Chapters:1/1 Tags: Non-con/rape established relationship, rape recovery

Can't Cover it Up_kanekki

It was supposed to be a night of celebration.

After the Grand Prix finals, Yuuri is assaulted in Barcelona. Will Victor be able to be able to hold Yuuri together, or will the after effects tear them both apart?

Words:25169 Chapters:13/13 Rating: M Tags: Rape/Non-con, anxiety, depression, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, stressful thoughts, eating disorders, protective Victor, established relationship

[traumaanddissociation]

Often feelings of shame, powerlessness, and self-hate are bottled up with the memories, and as the memories come through, these feelings do, too. Yet healing isn't just about pain. It's about learning to love yourself. - The Courage to Heal #thecouragetoheal #couragetoheal #survivors #ellenbass #lauradavis #healing #cptsdrecovery #complexptsd #cptsd #ptsdrecovery #ptsd #childsexualabuse #childsexualabuserecovery #abusesurvivor #rapesurvivor #raperecovery #healingfromabuse #loveyourself #healingtrauma #healingquotes #healingyourself #shame #selfhate #powerless #powerlessness #healingincest #emotionalpain #badmemories https://www.facebook.com/TraumaAndDissociation/photos/a.357820054319427.1073741828.357814604319972/1082505775184181/?type=3

[thisismyghost-blog]

1st time I told my fam/friends on fb about the sadistic monster who abused me and is facing agg kidnapping and 3agg rape charges

So idk how some of you will react to this but i have to risk people who will hate me or just turn away in order to gain reinforcements. I have been practically in hiding for almost a year after finally giving up on keeping a bold face at my job that I loved with a few people that I really loved due to the pain I didn’t know how to handle of being visibly and deeply scorned by a few people who I had done nothing to but be friendly and awkward to (just due to lack of social experience)I have been protected under the love of my amazing family, my best friend Sayruh, and the incredible loving man who I can’t describe rn who came into my life about five years ago and with who’s path, unfortunately, was diverged during what I’m about to tell you. This isn’t going to be college level essay ish, so bare with me. I’m bleeding and panting out of breathe in the battlefield of life at this moment but I haven’t dropped the sword and I never will. I don’t have to do this alone, as much as I’ve been alone and felt deeply affected by if people think I am worthless, stupid, ugly, a whore or make assumptions about me that hurt them or take me the wrong way.i have hidden myself to protect others and to protect myself but I see now that is utter BULLLSHHIIITTT y’all. I was in a “relationship”with what fits the pattern of a malignant narcissist, possible psychopath for 9 entire soul crushing, brain washing, body mutilating, being made to believe I was bad or crazy, turning against myself months. That’s the time it takes to grow a fully ripened human, and apparently it’s also the time to nearly break an intelligent, loving sister, mother, daughter, friend, woman almost entirely.     This creature who masquerades as an attractive, eloquent, humble, caring, selfless individual has likely been slandering me since the moment he walked into my place of work as he, behind the scenes, carefully put up walls between me and anyone who might later have compassion for the things he had in store for me. That wasn’t terribly hard due to the fact that I was already a very shy person.This Lucifer gaslighted, undermined and abused me while successfully convincing me that he was helping me become a better person and applying his version of “therapy” based on his claimed experience in mental health in another country and coming out of terrible traumas all by himself. This person took the self doubt i already had, filled it with poison, and offered it through a needle promising the antidote. This person used my compassion and love for others to convince me to let him do horrible things to me as a stress relief or way of dealing with their past trauma in order to help them, to help them not do self destructive things and be able to go out and help others in Grand ways that he constantly spoke of.I have been hiding because I have seen that human nature tends to immediately start looking for ways to blame or dehumanize people that are in horrible situations like this. I have been hiding because I could feel the seering looks of disgust, feel the betrayel from those I had admired and even looked up to that had already taken place and wished not to extend an opportunity for others. I realize now that I have been ashamed of being vulnerable to someone else’s lack of humanity and feeling as though that truly debased me or may as well if it succeeded in debasing me from human status in the eyes of most people onlooking, so why give them a chance to onlook?I have no choice now because today I was shown my choice by the assistant district attorney.  It was my hope to protect others from this monster. It was my hope because I have seen what these creatures who walk among us, looking like people, expressing emotion on their face like people, and I have seen this creature twist otherwise upstanding, moderately intelligent individuals into hating a person in order to discredit them and also back them further into a corner, convince them they are nothing, watch them suffer and feed on their tears like a twisted vampire. You think you can spot a monster? Maybe you would have better luck. I think we all think we do, how can you not believe what your mind is telling you when you look at what looks like a human being but is a monster no one warned you about, who literally takes pleasure in slowly driving you insane and takes bites out of your flesh like a wolf and yelling at you for bleeding. I am not perfect, no one is. I make mistakes, that’s human. I take the wrong path sometimes, also human. Do I need to say that in order for you not to start asking a million questions until you get to the part where your brain can let out a sigh of relief and go “ooohh I was worried this world was that horrific for a minute but clearly this bitch is an idiot or a sinner who deserved whatever she’s going on about.”?I want to stop and give credit where credit is due.I am tempted to name names but I haven’t. There are people who I worked next to everyday and only had affection for who completely turned their back on me when he was arrested. I didn’t call police, my doctor did. I hate attention, I have no vendettas.  I have to  get out of this corner letting him and his minions scare/shame me into silence and projecting their ill motives onto me. I know it makes no sense. I only know that I am sure I experienced what I imagine thousands of murdered women experienced in their final moments. I feel that he would enjoyed watching my final moments and holding them in his hands like a god. I only know that an amazing doctor who I trusted and went to for advice about how to not get murdered or even possibly salvage my life from without police help because I didn’t believe they would help me. I believed him when he told me his ex’s called police and he talked them away, I believed him when he told me that police came to my door at times when I was screaming and he talked to them while I was in the bathroom crying and convinced them everything was ok. I believed what he didn’t have to put into words but only insinuate, that everyone will call me a stupid lying whore for staying around and trying to get help would only result in being told so. I was wrong. My doctor called the police without my knowledge, everyone treated me with compassion and respect and told me I was safe now. I thought that meant other girls would be safe now. I was mistaken. I held onto the remaining shards of my life with all my strength, allowing people under his spell to treat me despicably as I fought the tears, told myself it’s my fault for not being a better person who speaks up and is more than just quiet and friendly but involved and let’s you know them and is there for you. I tried to hold my head high and ignore them or focus on the 3 friends I had left and remind myself that they could have no clue what the truth was and that they would never believe me over such a charming loveable individual. How do you tell someone that a person they admire is capable of worse things than they have ever imagined and expect them to believe you unless they are incredibly close and trusting of you?Trial is coming up. I thought I could seek back up through expert witnesses and professionals who could untangle the dark web of deadly lies, ignorance and misinformation. I thought maybe I could find others like the girl he claimed to have put in the hospital for three months.. I thought.. Maybe.. I could sleep at night one day without picturing dead girls all alone in a landfill disposed of by him and forgotten. That is only my imagination but your mind is your window to the world and it’s all you see. Instead I am told that due to the burden of proof, even after the stack of felony indictments an incredible female detective at Smyrna PD was able to procure on my behalf.. That he will most likely walk free or get less than a decade and be let loose upon the world again. If you ever get hurt, make sure it’s by a total stranger and that you see clearly what’s going on in order to be able to immediately, report it and get the hell away from them so the law can protect you.(sarcasm if u didn’t see it.)There has to be an alarm raised and debate changed. Not for me but for my niece, my cousins, our daughters and sons, every human being who is out there vulnerable to be spotted by a shark who probably dresses and speaks properly and seems like a “stand up citizen” maybe even have a position of authority, maybe even like he did, claim to be a representative of Jesus and some version of my personal Satan’s false story that he was a champion of all orphans and the disenfranchised. I have pictures of him surrounded by smiling children he claimed were in a orphanage he managed for a time in an impoverished part of the world and claimed to have been their main source of affection and mental health assistance in dealing with the loss of their parents.If you are totally mind f9(?#d after reading this, understand that I have been fighting epic battles through Hell daily via my mind and PTSD armed with love  from my son, family, Antwane. An inkling that maybe I can build some sort of bridge to the nameless victims who will never have a charge formally filed much less prosecuted, the forgotten girls buried in shallow graves because a monster feasted on their human heart and knew no one would be in their corner to save them and that society at Large would walk on their unmarked grave with no tears shed for a “whore”. Armed with the small bit of reason and understanding I’ve gained through education and love not letting me die no matter how much agony and confusion and darkness swallowed me whole I walk out of that dark corner of shame today. I still need healing, I still am learning not to be hard on myself, I still have no idea what I’m doing but I’m fighting y’all and I have gained the type of clarity I’m not sure many people ever have after a lifetime. There is no magic day to come where after you try hard enough you never incur anymore criticism and you feel good enough, but in the meantime those who are so sure of themselves are devouring the innocent, virtually wholly unchecked and every bully, every shaming comment meant to put you down and shut you up is a type of  weaponry used by those behaving inhumanely and projecting their diminished humanity onto you. Don’t let them do it. If you care how you affect other people you are top notch in my book and every shortcoming you have tell everyone to STFU about and keep going. Your inability to wow a crowd or rock a swimsuit for a magazine or even speak to a stranger or your emotional outburst and lack of attention to your house when you’re depressed.. any and everything that you feel ashamed about, you give it the middle finger for me. Your voice in your own head and how you see yourself is where it starts and YOU are who I need to join me in this fight with the odds insanely against me and the rest who fall into their snare. I need you to keep trying,I need you to fight to see for yourself what really matters and what is left because there are no superheroes or quick fixes and everytime you feel empathy for someone and want to take their pain or help, this is how. You become strong and you fight for reason, compassion, you fight the voices that degrade and throw away human beings but you start with your own.If you want to talk, text me. Might take some time but I’ll be there and I will not judge anything so if you just need to vent things you feel shame about I am a good sounding board I have discovered. I don’t have any answers for you but I am another human being who values you. Naj is doing great btw he’s facing his own bullies but he’s got an expert on his side and an amazing dad and uncle. I have an extremely bright gorgeous life ahead and I see it on the horizon. I almost said if I don’t reach it I will die trying but there are 3 amazing guys in the next room that love me, a gorgeous brilliant sister a few minutes away, my mom with her endless Love, compassion, years of memories and experience that I hope to be able to properly learn from and appreciate, this genius niece who is so much like me at her age but better and actually likes me. I could keep going. If you looked in the mirror today and thought anything besides “Damn fine bitch, world’s lucky to have me!” then go apologize please. Maybe you won’t mean it but you can get there. I may not be able to stop him. There may be Hell on Earth that I have yet to see, but the people who love us and are waiting for us to meet and love them, they are what matters now. You are what matters to me now. He used to tell me I would gain great wisdom from him and help him change the world. I did gain wisdom, I won’t give him credit for that, I dug it out of the ashes of what he left behind. If that’s possible then imagine what you can do

[suguruslut]

Raven's Recovery (rape recovery short story) by Kamiki

I may or may not have forgotten that I had an AO3 account for my original short stories under the name Luna October...oopsie!

One of my favorite shorts was one titled "Raven's Recovery." It tells a story about a college boy named Raven who starts to relive the night he was raped and goes to his girlfriend Henna to help "replace his memory." While the content is triggering and the sexual assault scene pretty in-depth, I for one think it is a great little story about helping those recovering from such tragedies. You can read it on my AO3 account linked below, and here's a quick sneak peak!

I was going to Henna’s apartment to ask her if she would erase my memory.

It’s not what you’re thinking. She’s not some kind of freaky-ass witch or anything…I was just speaking metaphorically. Something happened to me two-years ago, you see—something very awful, so revolting it even made my father shed tears. I was going to ask something big of her, and the results, I guess, would end with her “erasing my memory.”

A recovery fic telling the tale of a young college student who enlists the help of his girlfriend to help him recover from an unspeakable event that happened to him two years ago...because it's starting to feel like it just happened yesterday.

Link Here!

(Photo creds below to news.medill.northwestern.edu, Ritu Prasad)

[lilac-lies]

22/12/2016 I finally got my survivor tattoo! I was going to write a really long somewhat poetic description for this photo, but instead I'll just say this. I am a SURVIVOR of sexual assault. I am a SURVIVOR of rape. I am a SURVIVOR of childhood molestation. My court case is not over yet, and is getting closer and closer to the 2 year mark, but I can move on now. I HEARD my abuser verbally admit what he did to me, in the courtroom. I HEARD him say OUT LOUD what he did to me. He doesn't control my life anymore. It's time for ME to be happy, and so, I'm not a victim. I am a survivor. Like the lotus flower, it's time for me to come out of the darkness and into the light, and live my life again. I will NOT be controlled.

[matthewmiskol]

This Saturday @yellowrosetattoos #snafi #raperecovery #utah #saltlakecity #slc #stillnotaskingforit (at Yellow Rose Tattoo)

[smallpoxstarstuff]

fantasy

9/28/16

This is embarrassing for me. I spend a lot of time fantasizing about being successful. I’m thin, beautiful, smart, talented, and in control. Everyone likes me and thinks I’m worthwhile. One day I make a personal statement. about my sexual past. I talk about the trauma, the promiscuity, the loss of libido. The fear. It’s a tasteful statement. I tell people it gets better. If I can get through it, they can. People appreciate it.

I guess I often think about cutting. I haven’t cut in almost 6 years. When sex happens I’m flooded by wanting to fillet my skin and pull out all my hair. I want to put my head through the wall and my last thoughts will be that I’m finally escaping. Everything will hurt except for my sexual organs.

I wonder if my fascination with cuts, bruises, and scrapes are somehow from a desire to be understood which sounds stupid as fuck. When I would cut I had a fleeting sense of euphoria (maybe). I’m always proud to show off injuries, but not the ones that I did myself. Those are a source of shame.

What I’m getting at is that having injuries was sort of me wanting people to see/acknowledge that I was suffering. I didn’t want the help or sympathy or whatever; just wanted people to see I was struggling. This is also stupid as fuck.

So many times I’ve wished for a physical injury or disease instead. People would see it and accept it and not question it. I would be able to talk about my injury. Almost no one wants to hear about being beaten while fucked. Or having anal sex as a child with a man twice my age.

I feel so fucking alone in this. I wish I could say, “I am hurting so fucking badly” and people would accept it and move on. Understand, maybe.

If I can’t start having real, normal, nice sex soon, I will lose him. I will have lost the best part of me. Even if I was attractive, no one would want to be with a mentally ill, ex-stripper, herpes-ridden, unemployed loser who can’t even fuck right. I have nothing to offer. If I have nothing to give, I have nothing to live for.

[traumaanddissociation]

When You Realise You Need Boundaries “If I could mark clearly, convincingly and consistently what was good for me and also what was bad — if I could say yes and also no, as if it were the law — it would become my law. It finally had to. I understood that it wouldn’t be easy, it would be very hard; I’d need to resist the habit I had developed long ago – with conviction. I’d have to be impolite, an inconvenience, and sometimes awkward. But if I could commit, all that discomfort would add up to zap predatory threats like a Taser gun. I’d stun them. They’d bow to me. I’d let my no echo against the mountains. And better to feel bad for a moment saying no – and stop it – than to get harmed.” ― Aspen Matis, Girl in the Woods: A Memoir #boundaries #fears #goodforme #positivechange #aspenmatis #girlinthewoods #memoir #healingjourney #recoveryfromabuse #raperecovery #selfprotection #revictimization #cptsd #cptsdrecovery #interpersonalrelationships #sayingno #justsayno #hardtosayno #noteasy #healingsexualabuse #empowering #feelingstrong #changemylife #changeyourlife #abusesurvivor #rapesurvivor #protectingme #selfprotection #healing #healingchangespeople https://www.facebook.com/TraumaAndDissociation/photos/a.357820054319427.1073741828.357814604319972/1080939532007472/?type=3

[artisticlayman]

O_o Good grief!!! The metaphors in Steven Universe can get very disturbing, especially with abusive relationships and what can be vaguely construed as rape recovery.