Sometimes Crazy,
Thank you for your words :)
We are seeing a replacement psych while ours is away. We've met her before and she seems kind a gentle, which is good. Haven't heard from her yet about making appointments.
Is there any way you could try and keep remembering that you're safe now and you won't get in trouble for talking?
:'(...That would be a reassuring thought and mantra; if it were true.
Truth is, we aren't safe. If we tell, we do get caught, and we do get hurt again. It's happened before quite recently, we have no proof that it won't again, and every reason to believe it will again.
We want so badly to tell our T what happened and what is happening, but there is so much fear, and so many inside who want completely different things. Some want to be heard and protected, to finally feel safe. Others want to be safe, but are too terrified of telling. Others are fully against sharing, this is backed by fierce anger.
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Thank you, we always appreciate your kind words. We don't feel brave or strong at the moment, but we hope we will soon. Thanks :)
88shelz,
Thank you, we are trying.
divine5wilderness,
Thank you as well :)
We feel such defeat, we fight and fight and still we aren't much closer to safety or stability than we were when we started.
What if we aren't ever free from this?
Why should we keep fighting it if there isn't any hope?
We don't want to ALWAYS be watching our back, waiting for when we'll be found next, what they will do, whether we'll come out after in one piece.
We hate feeling and coming across so defeated, but we really wonder whether it's worth it, whether even if it is worth it, can we do it?
We usually see so much beauty in the world, whether it's a stranger helping a blind woman across the street, the last leaf on a tree, someone we've never met smiling at us.
But at the moment, all we see is the cruelty and disgusting behavior of others.
Last week on the tram coming home from them movies a group of teenage guys attacked us and our friends. We took the majority of the punches and kicks, though one of them threw a punch at one of the girls we were with (us being the only guy) and we cracked it.
The world just seems like a sick, disgusting place to be... Why would we fight for that?
Sorry for ranting and raving... just don't know what to do, how to improve things..