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I saw this post on instagram, an this hits home.

3 years ago, I was in the same boat, I have a lot of frustrations; that my mood gets affected and being the empath and hyper sensitive persona that I am, it was affecting my perceptions, I though it was just hormones-due to postpartum, and I was feeling depress, frustrated, lonely mad at myself I always question if I was the problem, since all the feelings that I have at that time and the actions that I have been doing was newness. I have never felt that way before, and I don't really know how to react, and I hate the feeling that I was feeling. Then the moment of break that much need, the time away from my "abuser- narc" got me that sense of relief but at the same time still felt a little guilt because I have to take that time away, but deep down I know that I needed it, it was all weird to me because I was trying to understand my abuser, I thought he was just having a tough time and I needed to be there for him despite the emotional torment, harsh words that came from him. All along that guilt feeling that I have is because of him, I didn't know that what to call it, and how to explain it. But truly I was bottling this anger inside. It's like a feeling of drowning.

I was feeling guilty because I was angry, I was not kind to myself I hate myself for having that feelings towards someone. It's very toxic. But now I realize that "anger" was of a healthy kind, that it was my minds response to not tolerate the maltreatment any longer.

Fast forward to this day, I'm still thriving, but I can breathe a little, as I have learned how to establish good boundaries, and would no longer accept to be mistreated. I still practice kindness, but won't tolerate any longer as this I know helps the abuser to realize; if they don't, then that's on them and not in me.

I'm a people pleaser, a selfless person that will put others first before myself. That is who I am. But learning how to establish boundaries is my take away from the experience. I'm still far away from a better me, but I know I can hold my head up as I navigate through this.

The conflicting feeling has returned.

You've been terrible to me and I want you to face consequences.

But you're in danger and I don't want anything awful happening to you.

But you've done so much to hurt me over the years.

But you've also done so much to help me.

You were apathetic towards my plight and my cries often fell on deaf ears.

I would help you if I could but my untreated and undiagnosed disorders and years of abuse have led me to a terrible mental state and I have no funds to help you.

My abuser needs to go to the hospital. They refuse. Their ailment could get worse. I have no car, nor license, nor insurance, nor funds and I cannot help them.

I would like to show just the smallest bit of mercy to my abuser, despite how often they refused to show me even a grain of it, but we are both helpless for the time being....

I now have insurance and can start the process of autism and ADHD screenings.

There are a few problems though.

I don't know where to start

They take forever

The insurance is through my job, but I want to quit. If I quit, no more insurance

an impossible reality

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Welcome, esteemed guests! Tonight's mental shit show will feature stories such as:

"I've Convinced Myself That All of my Co-workers Hate my Guts and Want me Gone! Do They have a Reason? Probably! But it Wouldn't Matter if They Didn't!"

Brought to you by the Rsd/ Undiagnosed ADHD foundation, The Slow Workers Union, and the Corporation for Teaching Autistics Social Cues.

Followed by: "I'm Trying to Keep Myself From Soiling my Pants and Keep Them From Falling"

Funded by: The Lactose Intolerant Idiot Research Fund, The People Who bought Their Pants Size Too Big and Lost Weight so They Feel Even Bigger Council, and The Belt Hater Advocacy Group

And for the Finale: "They're Making me Work Faster Than I Normally Would and I Can Barely Keep Up. My Body is Tired, and I Want to Quit. I Just Want to Go Home and Do Nothing More Than Sleep for a Year or Two."

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Please silence all devices, take any crying children outside, and enjoy the show.

"You'll grow out of being sensitive."

"You need to grow up and stop crying all the time."

"You can't let everything hurt you like this."

Will I really grow out of this though? It doesn't make sense. My mouth starts moving before i think, and someone says that they weren't talking to me, that I should be quiet...

And suddenly I'm six years old again, being yelled at constantly and occasionally beaten for talking too much or talking out of turn.

Why does it hurt so much? It shouldn't hurt. We're all adults and they even said it somewhat gently... So why do the tears roll?

Is there a name for being that person who is always reprimanded for "wasting potential" or "not applying yourself" constantly, until one day, you magically outperform your usual self. But it never lasts. It lasts a day, at worst and maybe a few months, at best. But everyone is finally proud of you and they come to expect it from you and you're just thinking "No...please. I can't do this with consistency... This was just a fluke." And then once you're back to normal production (maybe worse if you tried to keep overachieving), they're back to "You're not trying hard enough."

Is there a name for it? Am I the only one?

I lost my god-damned job this morning. Hated that place, but still cried. They let me work two weeks before they told me at the end of my shift today.

Haven't been home in two months but had to pack up my shit and bring back as much of it as I could. This sucks ass. I hate it here.

I never want to work again.

Especially for a place like Wal-Mart.

This is a VERY good thread on the potential consequences of the ICJ ruling.

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