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The idea that only women can give birth is a misconception. Men can give birth too and that's a mrconception

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Pregnancy runs in my family. Over half of my ancestors had it at some point.

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god id wish youd shut the fuck up

wish denied

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ⓘ This user needs a long break from everything.

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Getting a weird little hobby is actually so important bc it opens your eyes up to the world. You start crocheting or knitting, and now you see scarves and sweaters differently. You try identifying plants, now you’re seeing opposite and alternate leaf pattern. Bird watching? Every chirp draws attention and interest.

Get into weird little hobbies.

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6 years ago.

I didn't even realise the date, it is significance until now (it's not significant... But you know what I mean).

I'm off now to get some groceries, to meet my lovely boyfriend, and spend the evening on the couch together. Tomorrow we will go for a run, cook dinner, and sing. All together. I love him, and I love myself.

I'd rather not say anything more on the topic for now, and I hate the saying, but it does get better...

TW: Sexual Assault

I was raped 5 years ago.

Today.

I still remember where I was, what I was wearing, and most of what I got up to that day beforehand.

The finer details come back to me, sometimes in waves, often in sexual encounters, and now and again when I speak to healthcare professionals.

The perpetrator's face will forever be imprinted in my mind, and no matter how hard I try I don't think I'll ever fully believe the events that happened in the year following; the police investigation, the loss of friendships, and the state of my mental health.

I am happy to say that I'm still here, that therapy has made me a much better, and much more confident version of myself, and I have learned a lot in the last 5 years. I swear I am proud of myself. But I still have so much sadness for my former self. I hate what I had to experience at such a young age and what was stolen from me. I hate that I dread this day every year and I hate that this is a part of me. I hate the Irish legal system, I hate being a victim, and I hate how my mind is my worst enemy.

I feel like writing things down, here, or anywhere is a good thing. Good to have a record of some thoughts. Good to be able to look back in another 5 years perhaps. Good to know that I can get through it.

I know I should be more positive. I am still here and I am writing this to get some feelings out of my head. I am looking forward, it's just difficult sometimes.

Where do I go now?

I don't need to do anything, really, on this topic. I've done a lot of therapy and developed a lot of skills to support myself. I'm not seeing anyone, really, at the moment and I try not to be fearful of every man and potential sexual encounter.

Just gotta keep going and keep trying.

Anyways, that's my writing for the day done.

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“My gf who has somehow never petted a cat before described purring”

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UNWARRANTED?

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i will admit i have looked upon men with a lustful gaze in my time