#walking on eggshells

[unwelcome-ozian]

[audreyrose7]

I feel incredibly called out 😅

[potato-lord-but-not]

Speaking of the Arthur and his three boyfriends thing...

Will we see John get any loving from Noel or Oscar? (Once he has a body, that is) Not necessarily spicy, just in general 🤣

Think I’m gonna make a post for Noel and John eventually so here’s some John and Oscar <33

[clt009-wearehere]

I feel like the hardest lesson for me to internalize is that when someone’s acted shitty, then they acted shitty; their reason for acting shitty, or their circumstances around being shitty, don’t make their shitty behavior less shitty.

(For the sake of clarity, “shitty behavior” here is behavior that is overtly destructive and usually also coming from a place of genuine cruelty.)

It’s easy to blame yourself if they explode in response to something you said or did. It’s easy to think that, if this person has done lots of good or noble things, their rage is more righteous. It’s easy to feel like, if a person has suffered a lot, their lashing out is somehow less hurtful than someone less hurt being randomly cruel.

But like, while there are ways for you to respond (internally or externally) to that shittiness that are more appropriate than others… like, they’re still responsible for the decisions they made. And if they’re not willing to communicate… that’s on them.

Some people need to be handled with care. I will never understand the pain that many carry in their hearts. But I will not walk on eggshells for anyone ever again.

[mrsblackruby]

I experienced both abuse and neglect from my family but it’s still complicated a-lot of failure and institutional abuse as well. I feel like I got it rough and I still do but I don’t have enough time to lick my wounds or enough support to actually know how to recover from my past trauma and current situations I find traumatizing. I’m just a big sack of maladaptive coping mechanisms. Trying my best to not cause unnecessary harm to people who I don’t understand and who don’t understand me. Honestly just tryna vibe and stand my ground best I know how even without knowing how. just want to be a positive force of change idk if I’m failing at that or not. lol I really spared y’all from the trauma dump cuz I got stories but I think y’all get it lmao.

This is out of curiosity, given that a lot of fans of the character have talked about trauma and how trauma has made Billy more relatable to them.

You do not have to reveal your experience in the comments, replies, or tags, unless you want to.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Whumpee trying to have a normal conversation with other people but feeling like everyone is walking on eggshells around them

and everyone thought they were helping whumpee, when in fact, they were doing the opposite.

they meant well, of course, but by treating whumpee differently — like whumpee was a glass that might shatter at any minute — they made whumpee feel like they (whumpee) were weak and broken, and the treatment was also a constant reminder that whumpee was broken, would never be normal again. and now everybody knew this.

it was... only a matter of time until whumpee actually broke down.

❝ why are you treating me like you think I might break? ❞

❝ what? you think I'm gonna sink down on my knees, curl in on myself and cry on the floor? ❞

❝ I just wanted to be treat normally. ❞

❝ stop treating me like I'm different, like I'm broken! ❞

❝ you can just say that word (what whumpee's friends believed is triggering to whumpee), I'm not gonna break down. ❞

❝ it will never be over, right? no matter what, I will never heal. I will never be whole again. and now everyone knows this. ❞

❝ everybody treated me like I was broken. sometimes I feared they might actually be right. ❞

[michaeldagaymerx]

[bookalicent]

yeah so this was insane

[love-isthebestthingwedo]

I feel like I’m walking on eggshells. I can’t breathe. My anxiety and “always needing to know how things end or else I can’t truly enjoy it” is really kicking in. My heart genuinely has a faster resting rate this week than it usually does. I just need to know how it ends… And I need those boys to be happy (ideally together). Damn. Help me please.

[kindledmetaphor]

Do you feel like one day, these carefully crafted personalities I have created for each and every person in my life will collide and explode, demolishing my passive existence?

[dolls-self-ships]

just saw someone on a self shipping post say to not use the word "obsessed" to describe their feelings for their f/o bc it's harmful to those with ocd and as someone with severe ocd please shut the fuck up and go outside oh my god

[say-it-with-me-affirmations]

“I am allowed to set healthy boundaries. Boundaries do not make me a bad person.”

(source: our deities)

(this still hits too hard— and yet again, recovering people pleasers raise your hand ✋)

[wombpala]

yeah to me it feels like the popular idea that John was homophobic/beat his kid(s)/taught them that having emotion makes you weak is just ppl choosing to interpret 'abusive father' in the shallowest most black-and-white movie villain way possible. when the ways he fucks them up in canon are so much more interesting and complicated.

[traumatizedjaguar]

How you interpret my words is not my responsibility.

[daylightcoffee]

When you learn youre dealing with someone with the emotional maturity of a french fry so you leave the restaurant and wonder why you feel so dehydrated.

Go drink some water my love.

[pumpkin-the-girlie-girl-vixen]

Navigating the Shadows of Childhood Trauma:

As I sit here, reflecting on the journey that has been my life, I am reminded of the profound impact that childhood trauma can have on our lives. The words of Nikita Gill's poem resonate deeply within me, "Some of us were born into houses cursed by our parents' sadness and rage." These words echo the pain and fear that I experienced growing up in a household where love and safety were scarce.

The memories of my childhood are etched in my mind like scars on a tree. The sound of raised voices, the feeling of being small and powerless, and the constant sense of dread that hung in the air like a thick fog. These experiences shaped me in ways that I am still unraveling today.

But despite the trauma that I endured, I am proud to say that I am better today than I was yesterday. It's a journey that has been marked by struggles and setbacks, but also by moments of triumph and growth. I have learned to recognize the signs of my own trauma, to acknowledge the pain that I carry, and to seek help when I need it.

One of the most significant sources of support in my life has been my partner. They have seen me at my worst and at my best, and yet they continue to love and support me unconditionally. They are my rock, my safe haven, and my biggest cheerleader. With their help, I have been able to confront the demons of my past and to work towards healing.

In addition to my partner, I have also been fortunate to have a mental health team that has provided me with the tools and support that I need to navigate my journey. They have helped me to develop coping mechanisms, to process my emotions, and to find ways to manage my stress and anxiety. With their guidance, I have been able to take ownership of my healing and to make progress towards a more fulfilling life.

Of course, there are still days when the shadows of my past threaten to overwhelm me. There are still moments when I feel like I am drowning in a sea of emotions. But I know that I am not alone, and that I have the support and resources that I need to keep moving forward.

As I look back on my journey, I am reminded of the importance of self-care and self-compassion. I have learned to be kind to myself, to acknowledge my strengths and weaknesses, and to prioritize my own needs. I have also learned to celebrate my successes, no matter how small they may seem.

In the end, my journey has taught me that healing is possible, even in the darkest of times. It has taught me that I am stronger than I ever thought possible, and that I am capable of overcoming even the most daunting challenges. And it has taught me that I am not alone, that there are others out there who have walked a similar path and who are willing to offer support and guidance along the way.

So to anyone who may be reading this and who may be struggling with their own trauma, I want you to know that you are not alone. You are strong, you are capable, and you are deserving of love and respect. Don't be afraid to reach out for help, to seek support from those around you, and to prioritize your own needs. You are worth it, and you are worthy of healing.