Damienyaps

Trigger warnings: abuse, self harm. Less serious warning: no timer for this one. No check still though, just typing until it’s out.  So, last night I went a little wild on Facebook. I deleted it because… well… I don’t know? Probably so I could type it out longer? Or it may because I don’t truly believe I have any right to speak out about the things that have happened to me because I don’t deserve the closure, or safety of speaking what I need to.  I went to a therapist a few years ago, I did this PTSD test thing. The person giving it asked if I was a veteran. I sort of assumed it was my Bullet Club shirt and the guy didn’t know about pro wrestling, so I said no, it’s wrestling. He was confused and explained my PTSD was as bad as an Iraqi war veteran. I said, “huh. Alright.” My parents were abusive.  Said it.  My father was mentally and sometimes physically abusive.  My mother made excuses for him. Let’s get into it.  DO NOT READ AHEAD UNLESS YOU WANT PERSON...