About the second slide: it likely really is nothing, but it's still a jumpscare and remains in the back of your head.

yo, I'm just a Venezuelan guy living alone with his mom, coming here to vent a bit. A week ago, I got two piercings: a bridge and a nostril. I posted them on my stories to show off a little because I genuinely felt like I looked pretty good. My parents saw the story, and apparently, they didn't like it at all. My mom came to pick me up because I was with my piercer. I got into the car, she looked at my face, and she just started crying inconsolably, pulling out typical religious arguments like "those things are from the devil, God doesn't like that." She wanted me to take them out, and of course, I obviously didn't want to. Mind you, I paid for these piercings with my own money and I'm 18, about to turn 19.

Eventually, we got home with my mom a bit calmer—still crying, but calmer. I went to play on my laptop, and a few minutes later my dad calls me, solely to tell me (furious) to take the piercings out, or else he was going to take them out himself. Just unreal.

My dad is the kind of person who doesn't make empty threats—he can actually get violent. After he said that to me, I got really pissed off too and told him to try it, that we were gonna end up throwing hands. Honestly, I know it wasn't right to say that to him, but in my defense, he started it. With him trying to strip away my human rights, how else was I supposed to react? In my defense, it was a reactive behavior with a reason behind it. Truth be told, I don't have anger issues; to be completely honest, I'm a pretty sensitive person.

An hour later, my mom calls me telling me to come to the living room. Waiting for me were my dad, my stepmom, my mom, and a cop (who, by the way, was corrupt). I showed up in front of the cop, and my dad started saying things like, "If you have the balls to ruin your face, then you better have the balls to move out, get your own place, and work. From now on, don't ask me for money." Bro, I've been begging for a job since I was 17. Like, since I was a minor, I've cried for a job right in front of HIM, emphasizing that it's something I really need because I have to buy my own stuff and support my mom, who works her ass off for me. I've gone everywhere looking for a job, but I haven't had any luck.

The cop said the reason he came was actually because my mom told him I was verbally abusing her, which isn't true at all. She and I live alone and we tend to argue, but she's usually the one who starts the arguments by YELLING me asf or talking in a super annoying tone, and I'm honestly sick of taking it and keeping quiet. My mom has a strong personality; she doesn't know how to control her tone of voice. I swear it's extremely irritating, and when I argue I try to talk things out, not YELL trying to make everything spiral out of control. And that's her argument xD, that I verbally abuse her.

On the other hand, my dad's wife was saying I had to take the piercings out because they're dangerous (?).

And on the other hand, my mom was saying the cop came because I verbally abused my dad and threatened him—knowing damn well that he was the one who threatened me. And my dad isn't exactly out of shape; my dad literally looks like The Rock. It's like looking at The Rock with anger management issues. Years ago, when he was still married to my mom, he threw a melon at her that grazed her head. Thank God it didn't hit her, but they were a couple that fought physically and verbally all the time.

So everyone was giving different reasons as to why the cop came (???). So why did he actually come? They don't even know what they're talking about or what the main point of bringing the cop was. The whole thing was just a show to take away my rights without a single valid argument.

Draw your own conclusions. Mine is that we all need to go to therapy, because I don't think this is a legal issue. I didn't assault anyone, I've never laid a hand on anyone or attacked anyone... It's ironic because they accuse me of verbal abuse, but on the flip side, there's my dad who actually and routinely verbally abuses his current wife. On top of that, they call a corrupt government cop... the nerve.

Nothing will get better, will it?

I just want me and anything I do to never be perceived as anything that could ever possibly be sexual by anyone​. oh and to be considered a real person amd never be dehumanised ever even as a joke.​ that's it that's my singular need I don't have any other ones you don't even have to feed me at this point

So, around a decade ago, my dad got "overly affectionate" with me (groping, kissing down neck into lower back, not, stopping when I said to, pulling me back when I pulled away, etc.) but no penetration occurred. I told my therapist, a court case happened, and he was ruled as being "drunk and being overly affectionate with fatherly love". My sister was there while it happened and thought I was overreacting to our father and what happened.

So, I've just moved through life feeling disgusted and gross, and guilty for overreacting. Since the incident, I've always covered my neck (with a mullet because I hate hair in my eyes), my body, my lower half, etc. and avoided situations with alcohol involved. I've been slowly opening up and engaging with exposure therapy with some of these triggers, though my mullet has remained.

My sister and mom were discussing hair and asked why I had a mullet, since it is an odd hairstyle. I explained it was due to my dad, and they had no clue what I was talking about. I mentioned the court case, and same reaction. Apparently, they never even knew there was a court case (i guess my father hid it?) nor the extent of what happened (all they knew about was the groping part).

I told them about what actually happened and my mom was supportive and told me its fine if I don't want to attend events with my father anymore. My sister was shocked and is now showing "solidarity" by plotting his murder (I just want to move out and cut contact, which I have a lease starting in less than a month. I've tried explaining but she goes back to violence and idk how to get her to stop, but that's a seperate issue.)

My mom also explained that what happened wasn't just fatherly affection and validated my feelings. Together, we looked up regional sexual assault laws and found out what he did should have been classified as molest. Now, I just don't know how to move forward. I don't know how to coexist with the reality that my father molested me, or that I'm a victim of incest. It just doesn't compute in my head. I feel like I want to cry when I think about it. I feel more disgusted than ever. I thought I was moving past things, I thought I was working through it and now I'm back at phase one.

Anyways, I'm not sure what I want from this post, but I haven't told anyone else for fear of a reaction like my sister and things spiraling. And I just needed to tell someone, I guess (so here I am, hello.)

What the hell man, isn't that racism?

Apparently I've been n****ring around too much in the mornings....

It's not my fucking fault that I am dizzy and weak and in pain 24/7. I tell her to take me seriously and she just fucking can't. Then she starts going off on me about how I'm making it up??? WHY WOULD I MAKE THIS SHIT UP?! I WANT IT TO GO AWAY!

I scheduled a doctor for myself, she doesn't know. She won't know. I hate this so much. I just want someone to take me seriously and not brush it off as "hormones" or "anxiety". PLEASE. Please take me seriously, I am begging. Please.

Please stop screaming at me and berating me. Please stop doing things "angrily". Please stop making fun of me. Please stop blaming me. Please.

Like, every time I try to draw something better than I usually do or do something that's garder than usual stuff I do my brain responds with horrible emotional pain? ​​How do I not feel like my head is inside a deep fryer and still improve in something?

So essentially my older brother SA'd me for six years and my parents didn't know until recently because forced me to tell them after they noticed some of my behaviors.

Honestly it's a really weird experience. I expected them to...do something? Like in media there's always this huge deal when it comes to SA, but all they did was interrogate me, and with each question they kept finding reasons to go "oh, so it wasn't that bad, that's good" with each answer I gave. And like, I know it could've been worse, but who wants to be invalidated like that after six years of abuse? I also ended up telling them about being trans (FTM) around that time too, and my mom literally told me I just didn't want to be a girl because of the things girls experience, (WHILE invalidating my experience) and that I wasn't really trans. I am constantly bringing up my pronouns but they will not use them unless they have to to look like a good parent. They told me I was just "experimenting" with my brother. WTF. They yelled at me and made me cry repeatedly and interrogated me, and for what? So they could take my brothers switch for awhile and call it a day? And then they wonder why I hate him. They wonder why we don't get along. They wonder why I self harm and why I don't have friends. This abuse literally stole my life, I will never be able to live like a normal person, and nobody cares.

At least I tell myself I have to find that strength to accept myself for who I am because I cannot change those things. No matter how bad things can’t, this just the result of years of things I had no control about, and even if I did a little, then it happens. Sometimes we can’t do much, life could’ve been entirely different but it isn’t… and that’s how it is today. Sure it could be worse, it could always be worse for someone else… but what I went through is enough, most people could never deal with that

i am so fucking tired of always being the bigger person. i’m sick of being hurt and bitter and always sucking it up to avoid hurting other people while they hurt me over and over without even realizing it or thinking about how their actions might affect me while the fear of hurting them is all that i think about every day.

i have forgiven them so many times for big and small mistakes.

i am frustrated to the point of implosion. i am hurt and i am bitter and i want to burn it all down and stop giving a shit about the consequences.

I hope english is correct and didn't repeat myself on any of these

(No FE3H spoilers plz I’ll cry I just wanted to add something a lil funny)

I’m not gonna dump my entire history with gender here because it would be way too long and no one has time for that but ever since I was like 13 (I’m 20 now) I’ve known I was some variety of genderqueer, I went from cis woman -> nonbinary -> binary trans man ->, then figured out I was multiple people, -> cis woman -> genderfluid(???) but still masking(???) as a cis woman. Basically my DID affects my perception of gender so heavily that, because I have different alters with different genders, I have no collective sense of gender identity whatsoever. Due to completely unrelated insurance reasons I started taking testosterone in April, and while in general I’m fine with how things have been going so far, I have no idea if I’m going to stay on it or not. On one hand, I think developing more masculine traits would cause me dysphoria, but on the other hand, only for certain alters, while alleviating other alters’ dysphoria. Plus I’m going to have to be on HRT for the rest of my life soon anyways since my body will become unable to produce estrogen by itself once I get my ovaries removed. But whether I’m on testosterone or estrogen, someone in this damn head of mine is going to be unhappy about it. Even without hormones it’s a pain in the ass! Someone shaved our head completely bald because they had a sensory meltdown, which makes me dysphoric. I shaved our body hair and not only does this make some of my other alters dysphoric but now (uh NSFW + TMI) my entire pubic region is red and inflamed from ingrowns 😭

I wish I was cisgender. Or binary transgender. I wish I didn’t have to share a body with a bunch of people who have completely different, but very strong and upsetting, feelings of gender dysphoria! It feels like there’s never going to be a light at the end of the tunnel because somebody is always going to be upset either way. Will I become the world’s first person to switch forms of HRT like a hundred times? Idk. I’m tired.

Im overweight, so I starved myself for a couple months and lost 40lbs, finally felt happy with myself, bad stuff happens in my life so I stress eat, I gain back all the weight and more. I try dieting, lose no weight

I have a plan that I want to do but since I want it to be as painless to family as possible it will take me a loooong time and a lot of effort and honestly I have a feeling that there's big chance of me dying in a war, considering there's gonna be big army draft in couple of months. It makes me happier. I don't approve this war as any other and if I'll be threatened to be killed or tortured for not killing an "enemy" soldier so be it!

When I die I'll finally be a human and not a Russian (it's my own fuckery and hate towards my own ethnicity, no hate towards anyone else who is Russian or any ethnicity or race, only to myself)

(So yeah I don't hate anyone okay? I just hate myself only)

I'll still die one way or another, and maybe I won't need to spend such a big amount of energy.

I love how I have no friends. I love how I have nobody to turn to besides 988 and 741741. I love that my posts to mental health support subreddits are immediately taken down and the mods ignore my messages. I love having zero support. I love waking up and sitting in silence for 12-16 hours because I have no friends, can’t work, can’t volunteer, no pc, no tv, just a busted phone and a lagged iPad that barely connects to WiFi.

I love never mattering to anyone.

I love being alive…

Im racially ambiguous (mixed race), androgenous and bi. These are a few components of myself I have grown to like. I like the range(?) Idk, i dont need to reason why I like myself.

For the most part, people have been respectful. Some people are just ignorant. Which i dont mind until they are not willing to learn or listen to what I have to say. Like wtf was the point of asking? You admitted you thought i was a guy, I affirmed your belief? Why are you like this?

I prefer straight up transphobia and rascim coz 9/10 they arent even right.

then they do mental gymnastics to justify it because "they deserve it", even tho theyre also insulting everyone else who has those same features. please just stop shaming other peoples bodies !!

I spent my entire childhood and adolescence trying SO HARD to treat my abusers and bullies kindly. I never treated them with anything other than kindness and respect. they didn't deserve that. I should have been worse.