Say Rape. Not Grape, Not 🍇, Say Rape. It Might Be Uncomfortable To Say, But That's Okay. Rape Isn't

Sometimes it's really really concerning how much anti-psychiatry and anti-recovery rhetoric exists-- and for once I'm not just talking about endos, but even within the OSDDID internetsphere, especially in actively pro self dx circles. It's not to say that you can't or shouldn't work on things away from a healthcare team, but with chronic and intensely debilitating disorders it is rare, if not impossible to fully be "fine" without help.

Like. If you're experiencing dissociative amnesia or memory/identity issues in general (even when caused by things as innocuously treated online like ADHD if it's at a debilitating level), you NEED someone who isn't affected by those things in order to have a sense of grounding and heal. And it's vital for that to be someone who has a baseline understanding of how dissociative disorders work.

My caseworker calls are sometimes the only thing giving me any sense of the passage of time, and she remembers things during calls that I completely forget or dissociate through. Not even my partner can consistently provide this because of her time blindness, vs the professional who reaches out, doesn't have a disorder affecting her memory, and takes notes during our calls.

My therapy visits, as infrequent as they've been lately, are some of the only reason why we've made progress toward one of our alters no longer making contact with our abusers when she fronts, and that fight isn't over yet. My partner can't stop her from doing it-- she'll wait until they're asleep. They also don't have the resources or bandwidth to address with her why doing this is bad, and if they intervene incorrectly it increases the chance that one day I wake up in another state.

I get from firsthand experience that healthcare, especially in the US, is notoriously inaccessible, and in some places the facilities available are full of inexperienced, incompassionate tools who don't care about their patients. But instead of using that as an excuse to stop trying, instead of pushing others into not seeking care and not trusting doctors, that needs to get channeled into finding and providing resources.

Many states have government funded healthcare available for those below the poverty line. Many facilities offer payment scaling plans even without insurance. A fair amount of insurance companies that "don't cover this" will make exceptions if you go through other channels and get professional referrals. It's not easy, it's not always free, and it's not fast. For those underage, it may be awhile before you can legally access it.

But for the love of all that is sacred on this burning planet, do NOT discourage trauma survivors from trying to get psychiatric help over the potential of a bad experience or a bad doctor. You are not helping people heal and learn to love themselves. You are creating paranoia and enforcing a regressive mentality that can prevent someone from reaching out before its too late.

"narcissists are selfish"

of course we are. most of our childhoods, nobody stood up for us, we were emotionally neglected (sometimes even physically abused) and nobody was there for us. we need our ego as a way to protect ourselves from others, if nobody stood up for us, our inner-self will, even though it is hurt.

look, if you cannot be in public barefaced without being self-conscious & feeling like shit, then your decision to wear makeup is not a choice freely made

why won’t anybody deny reality for me????!

I just got clinically diagnosed with NPD. Everything suddenly feels… ‘right’, like it’s all coming into place as it should! Huh.

this is from some awful TRA ‘guide’ on how to spot terfs and why terfs are bad

there’s many things wrong with this whole ‘guide’, but one thing i found so stupid is them saying calling yourself an “adult human female” is a dog whistle or a sign of bigotry or whatever

because “adult human female” is…quite literally the definition of woman. like in almost every dictionary that is the exact definition of woman. calling yourself a woman is a bigoted terf dog whistle that is deserving of condemnation, apparently 🫠

i can’t tell anyone online that i’m detrans otherwise i get the same old bullshit of “have you considered being nonbinary??? genderfluid???”

like no, i’m just a woman in a world built for men. it’s crazy what the influence of the patriarchy & misogyny can do to you even as a child.

I notice a lot of TIFs complaining of being lumped in with men, of not wanting to be classed an oppressor

It's like yeah... you're being oppressed because of your sex. And yeah you feel outraged at being lumped in with men because being female you're not like men. And your community treats you terribly because of your sex.

Some seem close to a glimmer of hope...

the rabbit, deemed meek, powerless and frail by the wolves, dawns the faux skin of a wolf to hide herself from the world

with this skin, she hopes the wolves will see her as strong and powerful, just as the wolves are perceived as

she hopes the wolves respect her as if she was one of their own.

the wolf, deemed powerful, superior and strong by his fellow wolves, dawns the faux skin of a rabbit for easier preying,

with this skin, he hopes his meal, to satiate his gluttonous pleasures, will come easier if he mimics his food,

he hopes he's seen as meek and frail, just he perceives the rabbits around him to be.

the rabbit ventures on through the forest to the meeting spot of the wolves, tripping on the oversized pelt of the wolf hanging loosely off the sides of her body,

the pelt doesn't fit her, it never will, but she tries in vain to feel powerful in a society that tells her she can't be.

the wolf ventures on through the forest to the meeting spot of the rabbits, the pelt of the rabbit draped over his shoulders keeps falling off onto the dirt and the hide is too small to cover what he truly is; a wolf

the pelt doesn't fit him, it never will, but he continues on in order to satiate his hunger, his lust.

the two meet in a clearing, both coming to a halt as their eyes lock.

the rabbit knows what she's looking at

her stomach churns with a nauseating anxiety

her pulse skyrockets

even if she's never experienced it herself, she's heard stories from her fellow rabbits of wolves hunting them down to violate them

going as far as to eat their young and their dead as he knows they can't defend themselves like the adults can

how stupid of her, to think the wolves would treat her as equal after everything they've done to her kind.

the wolf knows what he's looking at,

his stomach churns and growls,

the rush of adrenaline hits him, and yet he seems calm as his paws step towards her,

slowly.

the wolf has seen his friends stalk, hunt, and kill, never doing anything to stop them.

the rabbits feel pain, agony, misery, he knows it, but yet he doesn't even try to stop his friends from violating the rabbit's life.

but then again,

why would he stop it when he enjoys it as well?

the rabbit, even after wearing the clothes of a wolf, learning the walk of a wolf, learning to growl and howl like a wolf,

won't save her from being eaten by the wolf, violated by the wolf, her land taken and tainted by the wolf,

she will never be respected as a wolf respects wolf, or as a rabbit trying to save herself respects wolf.

the wolf, even after wearing the clothes of a rabbit, learning the walk of a rabbit, learning how to squeak and teeth-grind like a rabbit,

won't stop the rabbits from fearing him, hating him and his kind for their violent acts against their kind,

but he couldn't care less.