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[sabilewsounds]

Help Circulate to Save My Family

Hi, II'm Sabi I'm a #caretaker 24/7 for my elderly mom who is suffering with #dementia

Please help us stay alive by sharing our #MutualAidRequest

I cannot write alt text because of my cognitive issues so if someone could comment that, it would be helpful as well.

Thank you

[truecampbell]

For my primal brain on up to my cerebral brain, I need these reminders.

[introspectivelyrical]

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[davidwfloydart]

Read my mind… #traumatizedforlife #traumatizedasf #traumasurvivor #sexuallyaroused #arousedforsex #orboth #readmymind #readmystory (at Catalina Foothills, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpJglnKroRw028j1ggImAoLH-bxp6EDxz6bDps0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kristinaroseofficial]

𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 & 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 & 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘹 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 & 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 & 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 & 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘮𝘦. 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳 2023! 🤗🌹✨💜💖 - @kristinaroseofficial • • • 𝘞𝘦𝘣𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦: zez.am/KristinaRose • • • • • • • • • • #selflove #selfcare #healing #trauma #traumasurvivor #survivor #love #heartbroken #relationships #emotionalabuse #workinprogress #toxicrelationships #strongwomen #women #singer #artist #lovingmyself #growth #popartist #popmusic #NYC #thoughts #venting #elfcosmetics #elfingamazing #explorepage #KristinaRose #KristinaRoseOfficial #OfficialKristinaRose #LifeOfTheRose (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnSpMTTOLcK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[plants-in-my-soul]

Maybe someday, i found a way to cope without self harm.

[caesarandthecity]

The Monster Was Not Under the Bed

Since I was a child, they told me that monsters hide under the bed. That nightmares come at night, in the dark, and that somehow, I should fear what I couldn’t see. I used to be terrified of the dark, of something lurking just beyond my vision. I thought that something monstrous might happen while I was defenseless in my sleep. But I didn’t know, in my childish innocence, that the real monster never waited for nightfall. It didn’t hide in the shadows—it revealed itself in the daylight, where everyone could see, and yet no one did anything.

My greatest fear was never the bogeyman. There was never a monster in my closet or a nightmare waiting to haunt me while I slept. No, the true monster was always there, right beside me, wearing the mask of a mother. She wasn’t a creature from a dream—she was the one who terrified me, not in my sleep, but in the brutal reality of my childhood.

Growing up afraid of the world made me fear everything. I was terrified of horror movies, afraid of the monsters in them. Even werewolves made me anxious, as if they might catch me at night. But little did I know that the real monster was much closer than I ever imagined. I remember countless times when I showed love to my mother, just to avoid her aggression. I remember her smell—the cigarette in one hand, a beer in the other. That was when she was happiest—drunk and smoking.

I also remember the times she cooked my favorite recipe: carrot cake. Looking back, it wasn’t even that good, but as a child, it was the best thing in the world. It was simple, hastily made—because she never had the patience or love to make anything special for me. But still, I cherished it, hoping it meant she loved me too.

But these moments of love, these fleeting respites, were illusions. They were thin layers meant to cover the truth. The truth was that the monsters in horror movies—Chucky, Freddy Krueger, Jason—were nothing compared to the real monster. My mother was capable of far worse than anything in those stories. Living with her meant living in constant fear. I never knew what was coming next. I had to stay alert, always trying to please her, because if I didn’t, I would pay for it.

Her punishments were brutal, designed to tear me apart—not just physically, but emotionally. I wish I could tell you this was just one story of pain, but it’s only one of many. Even as a small child, I wished someone would come up to me and ask, “Are you okay?” But no one ever did. I had to carry that pain alone, bound by the silent pact between us. And the truth is, my silence wasn’t because I loved my mother—it was because I feared that one day, she really would succeed in killing me.

We made silent agreements, she and I. Unspoken pacts that I was forbidden to break. I could never speak of what happened behind closed doors. Each session of torture was just between us. She, my mother, my beloved mother. No one saw, no one could testify. The few who witnessed glimpses of her rage are no longer here. But they played their part. They defended me in small ways, because no one in their right mind could see a child beaten to the point of fainting and think it was normal.

I remember the first time she tried to kill me. I was still in preschool. She wrapped the cord of a clothing iron around my neck, tightening it until my skin broke under the pressure. The pain was sharp, but the thoughts were sharper. Why? Why would she do this to me? What had I done at six years old to deserve this? Was it because I was different? Did she see something in me, even then, that she couldn’t accept?

The cord left marks, and she made me cover them with a scarf. I went to school, not just with the scarf, but with the shame, the fear, and the lie she made me carry. She said if anyone found out, the punishment would be worse. When the teacher asked what happened, I smiled—an innocent, rehearsed smile—and said I had cut myself. But how does a child cut their neck? The scarf choked me almost as much as the secret did, a daily reminder of the horrors I lived through at home.

Her attempts to break me, to destroy me, didn’t stop there. They were constant, until I began to believe that I deserved it. When she beat me, when she wrapped the belt around my neck and told me she was going to kill me, I stopped resisting. I was already broken inside. I had come to believe that I was a despicable being, that I had earned every beating, every instance of her cruelty.

What haunts me most is not the physical pain, but the love I still felt for her. I loved her, despite everything. She was my world. Despite the violence, despite the fear, I still craved her love. I begged for it. I begged her to stop, to see me, to love me. But my words were swallowed by the silence between us.

I tried to share this pain with my sister. I showed her the scars—on my body and in my soul. But when I told her, her question hit me harder than any blow: But where was I? I never saw that. It hurts. It hurts deeply to know she never understood, never saw the reality I lived. And of course, she didn’t. The tortures happened only between me and my mother. They were secrets hidden in plain sight.

My mother’s lies and violence echo in my mind to this day, blending with questions that will never be answered. Why did she hate me so much? What did I do to deserve such treatment? It took me years to realize that the problem was never me. The monster wasn’t me. The monster was the figure society calls “mother,” but to me, she was the embodiment of terror.

[infinity-state]

Understanding Mental Illness: 06

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)

Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) is a mental health condition triggered by experiencing or witnessing a traumatic event. It can affect people of all ages and often involves reliving the traumatic event through flashbacks or nightmares.

Symptoms:

Intrusive Memories: Recurrent, unwanted distressing memories of the traumatic event, flashbacks, or nightmares.

Avoidance: Avoiding places, activities, or people that remind them of the traumatic event.

Negative Changes in Thinking and Mood: Negative thoughts about oneself or others, feelings of hopelessness, memory problems, and feeling detached from family and friends.

Changes in Physical and Emotional Reactions: Being easily startled, always being on guard for danger, self-destructive behavior, irritability, angry outbursts, and trouble sleeping or concentrating.

Connecting with Someone with PTSD:

Be Patient: Understand that their healing process may take time, and avoid rushing them.

Provide a Safe Space: Ensure they feel safe and secure when they’re with you.

Encourage Open Communication: Let them share their experiences at their own pace.

Avoid Triggers: Be mindful of their triggers and avoid exposing them to these without their consent.

Encourage Professional Help: Support them in seeking therapy or counseling if needed.

[posttraumasecrets]

Welcome to the channel Post-Trauma Secrets & Decluttering

[sadhoglet]

This makes me feel so many things

My chest tightens and my eyes scrunch up and I wanna scream and go out and walk until my feet bleed and I collapse in on myself and cry

Somehow this is the exact mood and tone of my fucked up childhood

[talktoangel2]

How to Recognize the Signs of Childhood Trauma in Adult Relation

Recognizing the signs of childhood trauma in adult relationships requires an understanding of how trauma can impact behavior, communication, and emotional responses. Are you suffering from Early-life trauma in Adult Relationships? Find a “therapist near me” who can help guide you towards healing and growth.

Difficulty Trusting: Individuals with Youth trauma might struggle to trust their partner fully. They might be overly cautious, suspicious, or quick to assume the worst in situations.

Fear of Abandonment: A fear of being abandoned or rejected can lead individuals to be overly clingy, possessive, or anxious about their partner’s intentions.

Intense Reactions to Conflict: Youth trauma can lead to heightened emotional reactions during conflicts. Individuals might become excessively angry, defensive, or emotionally shut down in response to disagreements.

Avoidance of Intimacy: Childhood stress survivors might avoid emotional or physical intimacy due to fears of vulnerability or triggers related to their past experiences.

Communication Challenges: Difficulty expressing emotions, asserting needs, or engaging in open communication can indicate the impact of Young trauma on a person’s ability to navigate relationships.

Pattern Repetition: If an individual recreates the relational dynamics they witnessed during their Early-life trauma, such as entering relationships with abusive patterns or choosing partners who replicate their caregivers’ behavior, this might suggest the presence of unresolved trauma.

Unexplained Mood Swings: Sudden and intense shifts in mood, especially in response to seemingly minor triggers, might be linked to past traumatic experiences.

Avoidance of Vulnerability: Childhood stress survivors might avoid showing vulnerability, fearing it makes them weak or prone to exploitation.

Struggling with Juvenile Trauma in Adult Relationships? Connect with a “Psychologist near me” to receive the support and guidance needed for healing

[sabilewsounds]

PLEASE HELP DISABLED FAMILY SURVIVE HOMELESSNESS

Disabled Latina Multidisciplinary Artist

Full Time Caretaker for elderly mother and their Emotional Support Animal

Sole income was from creating

Homeless & lost access to equipment

Raising funds weekly for Hotel to stay off the street and away from dangerous heat

Save three lives, please support

https://linktr.ee/sabilewsounds

Hi, I'm Sabi, a Latina Multidisciplinary Disabled Artist and the primary caretaker for my disabled, elderly mother. In March of 2024, we were evicted and our lives were thrown into chaos. We have been fighting poverty for decades. In Jan 2023 I was laid off due to my CPTSD leading to this situation.

Since the Eviction my mother our ESA and I have been living in crisis paying for a hotel one week at a time, at a rate nearly 3× times more than our previous rent.

Everyday, I am emergency fundraising for our housing, food & car. You can support our emergency need to come up with $1030 every week via one time contributions via Paypal & Kofi (check my Bio)You can support us best by becoming a Bun Supporter (monthly member of my KoFi)

Please ReadFAQs:

No I can't just apply for another apartment with an eviction on my record & no proof of income

No, there are no government programs for our specific situation, don't disrespect me assuming you know something I don't

No, I can’t work, I am Mom’s sole caretaker 24/7 and disabled

Yes, we do need our car, it's essential to our needs and as backup housing if necessary; with no AC, it's dangerous

No, I will not abandon my mother to the state

[truecampbell]

Some days I just need to be a turtle.

[introspectivelyrical]

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[davidwfloydart]

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[mentallyherede]

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