Do you have any way to rid yourself of them?
Yes, she could stop taking their money
Do you have any way to rid yourself of them?
Yes, she could stop taking their money
Please stop worrying about me and what I do
this is all stuff from the past I’m talking about
I live independently now don’t worry and I make my own fucking money
Do you have any way to rid yourself of them?
Yes, she could stop taking their money
Please stop worrying about me and what I do
this is all stuff from the past I’m talking about
I live independently now don’t worry and I make my own fucking money
I don't worry about you nor do I know you enough to "care" I simply observe. How can you expect on a public forum to post something and not get a response?
Most of what you write sounds like smashing pumpkins lyrics.
This is the present
Why are you posting tumblr on a sociopath site??
I don't condone spanking your children as punishment but I feel like a few beatings would have worked in your favor blanc
might have helped her in the long run. Maybe it would beat out her fake gay.
I also think carrying buckets of water to the house from a river, and some wood splitting would make her personality unrecognizable.
my parents locked me in the bathroom at night and made me scrub the thing spotless, every inch.
Chores.
Those are called chores
and if they woke up in the morning and it wasn't spotless, I wasn't allowed to go to school.
Doubt. Big doubt. Why didn't you tell your teacher?
they also locked me in my room for two months with nothing but a mattress and the clothes on my back, and only brought me out to do work for them and chores. and they beat me or submerged my head in water, or dumbed freezing cold water on me if I didn't do things exactly the way they wanted. Smacked me in the face.
You said it was because you were on drugs at the time, remember? Why are you making them sound horrible for taking you back after you'd gone off to do drugs?
My dad beat my hands with a hammer, sometimes he beat me with a baseball bat. He threw me into walls, in the the floor. He'd drag me into the kitchen and throw me down on the floor, and then kick me repeatedly in the stomach and the back. Pick up my head by the hair and slam it into things. Or just shove me into furniture so hard the furniture broke as I landed on it. Felt like I broke my ass.
With how petite you were back then I feel there should be scars or badly healed bones. Did they not take you to hospital?
He kicked me in the ass and beat me with a belt, the buckle. And he threw stuff at me a lot as well. Like, hard objects- at my face or at my head. Or into my chest so hard it knocked the wind out of me.
He put cigarettes out on me and my siblings, after he spanked us. I still have the scars.
He beat me senseless like a rag doll from a very young age, as early as I can remember I always was afraid of him. And I dreamed of running away or, I hid in my closet. as a toddler. Sometimes I tried to run away but it always failed one way or another, they always found me. When social services came to check things out, they blamed all the holes in the wall on me, and just before they arrived they made me clean the house as spotless as I could, frantically and made me throw away all the beer and narcotics. And threatened me with my life into lying.
I thought you were a kidnapping victim as a toddler?
Around this time they threatened to put me in foster care a lot, to get rid of me. The verbal abuse was constant.
Honestly I wouldn't blame them for wanting to get rid of you.
My mom choked me a lot, she threatened to kill herself a lot she was really depressed and unstable most of my childhood. If she got angry or upset it was my fault or I was expected to clean it up. She came home drunk and pointing her finger at everyone calling us ass holes and expressing her hatred and disdain for us. And she reminded me often that I was good for nothing, worthless, carpet munching faggot mother fucker. Who wasn't gonna be anything in life, but a fast-food worker. She reminded me why no one would want to be friends with me, called me a bitch, a slut, a whore. She'd tear up my School books or throw all my stuff around and then smack me in the face for making her do it and force me to clean it all up.
Any mess there was I had to clean it up. Eventually it just became a habit because I grew fearful of any discontent or messes, or violent outbreaks, arguments. And I was constantly trying to, manage their moods and prevent any chaos.
They isolated me from friends and things because they were really controlling about who I was allowed to talk to or being allowed to leave the house or being allowed to date etc. They tried to convince me that my friends didn't really like me and were just using me, and wanted nothing to do with me. Or even that they were just Narcotics officers (which wasn't true). There was no privacy, there was no, freedom. I couldn't and still can't, express myself, say what I want, dress how I want- sit, talk, eat, breathe- how I want. I can't live my own life.
Ah that's just not true. You literally have the ability to get up and leave but you decide to stay because you want their money. Your grams left you a house and instead of taking it and leaving them, you traded it for an apartment that they still have to help you with financially.
I can only live the life they choose for me, and they dictate how everything should be. And in their mind, beating me into submission is justified. Disowning me, is justified. By God, the Bible. Because, that's what God wants them to do.
Lol you really gonna lie and say they still beat you?
They called my friends Satan. If I was caught talking to them (after they blocked them all from my phone) (if I even had my phone or laptop which was rare) I was punished. Eventually I learned to stop trying, because they always showed up where I was at. They always found me and dragged me home.
My dad lays into me on a daily basis. Tells me all the things wrong with me. All the ways in which I'm not good enough. My mom reminds me daily that I'm a fuck up in her eyes, and she treats me coldly because she's given up on me, thinks I'm disgusting, and wants nothing to do with me. She hates me.
This is what I live with, and cope with. That's my reality. I try, to vent about it on here to deal with it emotionally.
It's not the worst thing in the world, yes, people have it worse. Yeah, everyones got their own shit. This is just mine, and I deal with it by talking about it because it's cathartic.
For many years I kept all of this secret, so it feels good just to let it out. You know.
I don't really want anyone to read it or care, or respond to it. I just want to let it out. I know no one cares and it's really no one's business to give a shit. I don't feel entitled to that or like anyone owes me something. I don't want to be patronized as if I'm a victim etc.
I'm just, literally freeing myself of my own baggage so I can fucking breathe because it feels good. So it doesn't have to weigh me down anymore and I can move forward.
Thats the goal here. Not to wallow, but to literally get it out. Get over it. And move on.
I don't expect anyone to understand. But to the ones who have been, thank you.
YOU COULD LITERALLY PICK UP YOUR WHINY ASS OUT OF THAT APARTMENT AND LEAVE. ITS LITERALLY THAT EASY.
Let’s just not talk about this anymore or me in general for a while lol
It’s all good
seriously don’t worry
no need to discuss this anymore it’s already been done
close the book
beating a dead horse
just move on
Literally no one is worried because most of this is just you lying and wallowing in your own bullshit.
I don't condone spanking your children as punishment but I feel like a few beatings would have worked in your favor blanc
Are you kidding, she'll have probably split into like... 27 personalities in such a setting instead of merely 9.
fuck you
Hey you call people out for their BS too, it goes both ways.
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Yes to turncoat you listen...
All you have built you will destroy with your tumblr postings.
Turncoat is an existenialist detective, Tryp is a drunken e-ladies man, Legga was the Tom Green of sociopath community, Cain is the "Brah" Of sociopath and I am an old sc wizard of 2014-2016?
Lets have a tupperware party
Blanc said:My dad beat my hands with a hammer, sometimes he beat me with a baseball bat.
This should have left some form of proof on you, like busted up hands that struggle to play instruments.
I've never heard you complain about how much your hands ached when you played music for instance, ever.
I've never heard you complain about how much your hands ached when you played music for instance, ever.
He put cigarettes out on me and my siblings, after he spanked us. I still have the scars.
Wait this is something you can prove too. That should be easy to photograph.
He'd drag me into the kitchen and throw me down on the floor, and then kick me repeatedly in the stomach and the back.
I'd figure that this might affect your posture in ways you could prove with old photographs.
In general you ought to have quite a lot of signs of former abuse if this is the life you led, and I'd figure that it'd be more than easy for you to present proof that we could observe as a means of validating your claims.
We can't say it's a lie anymore if you can show us actual proof.
they also locked me in my room for two months with nothing but a mattress and the clothes on my back
Isn't that almost what your room is now, save for some makeup stuff, a shelf, and a desk?
My mom choked me a lot
How often is "a lot"?
They isolated me from friends
I kinda figured you were the type to do that to yourself.
My dad lays into me on a daily basis. Tells me all the things wrong with me. All the ways in which I'm not good enough. My mom reminds me daily that I'm a fuck up in her eyes, and she treats me coldly because she's given up on me, thinks I'm disgusting, and wants nothing to do with me. She hates me.
Is it just me, or does it seem like it becomes progressively less violent and more about verbal sensitivities as it gets closer to present time?
I think your "neurologist confirmed left hemisphere damages" might be affecting your stories. 
I don't expect anyone to understand. But to the ones who have been, thank you.
This cope of yours is getting redundant.
Just because people don't agree with you does not mean they don't understand you. To claim that the only reason someone'd disagree with you is from a lack of knowledge is putting your own stance on a pedestal.
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