Torn Apart By Dogs

In the morning after the night, I fall in love with the light.

Please be kind and compassionate. Please help me stay afloat. I am disabled and trying to quit SW but it’s not going well. Seattle is expensive and if you’re on a fixed-income it’s deadly to come up short. venmo: @WildNotBroken cashapp: $wildopal

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Cake day: January 20th, 2025

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  • My mother kicked me out on my 18th birthday for not being employed. This was the second time with the first being at 14. I was an autistic, queer, CSA, COCSA, and DV survivor at 14. I’m now an unhoused trans evacuee and refugee with no understanding of what healthy family or community looks or feels like. I’m now being helped by a wonderful trans community in Seattle that I can’t fathom even though I’m being loved and supported.

    The folks talking about building resilient children don’t know shit. I’m resilient as fuck because I’ve survived a hellish existence but I’m *far from healthy even though ive had 35ish years of intensive counseling for CPTSD and trauma. Caring for your kids for their whole lives should be the default because you fucking made them. If they turn out to be helpless and narcissistic assholes who do nothing to contribute that’s not because of generous support but because of nature and nurture. With the latter being due to acting as if your children are beyond reproach.

    Not giving kids full support is evil and the major reason why I’m a broken whore in my 50s. Not caring for our children is why humans have created this global nightmare we are all living thru now. The culture of rugged individualism is so toxic that people scar children in a way from which they will never fully recover. It perpetuates the cycle of abuse and cultural decay. /rant

    tldr: YOU’RE FINE. KEEP LOVING YOUR KID. <3









  • i dont know if youre crazy or not, thats on you to evaluate and decide.

    however, i have been struggling with some delusion and paranoia. i been feeling like i served my purpose and thinking its my time to end. before recent events i was thinking i would find my purpose and then my life would end. i FELT it so strongly i couldnt ignore it at all. all day every day. now im trying to put together the pieces of my mind and heart because i made some bad decisions when i felt like i had no time left and started fearing everyone in my life. am i crazy to think and feel that something touched me and told me i was gonna die after i did what i was meant to do?