I once was tricked into arguing with someone on social media who didn't exist to "see if I cared." Don't test people.
https://twitter.com/DeeLaSheeArt/status/1368871785517703169
They went through all the trouble of setting up and maintaining a fake account, just to see how I would respond. The "person" was rude and aggressive when I told them to back off my partner. This went on for weeks because my partner refused to just block this account.
They made me feel crazy and jealous even for asking to block them. And maybe I was, I don't know. But to find out they weren't even real... what a ride.
The worst thing is I never found out if I passed the test or not.
So when I talk about the abuse I went through, this is just a taste. Imagine the headspace that creates, where you feel bad about getting mad at a person who doesn't exist; a fake persona designed to make you feel inferior and oversensitive.
It took a lot to get where I am now.
It took a lot to get where I am now.
Oh! Oh! Let's not forget about how making a post like this, talking about the abuse, puts me in danger STILL because "airing dirty laundry" only serves to "ruin their reputation." And boy will I (or my kids) suffer if their reputation is harmed.
But abuse thrives in darkness.
But abuse thrives in darkness.
I wrote about it all, in an obtuse way. I got in a fight over this story too, but I probably earned that one.
https://twitter.com/snickelsox/status/1240711833486594048?s=19
This stuff is a downer but I talk about it because the silence nearly broke me. Being afraid of asking for help because it was all my fault anyway. Don't be afraid. Reach out. Say SOMETHING.
You're flawed, you've made mistakes. You still don't deserve that.
You're flawed, you've made mistakes. You still don't deserve that.
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