Tag: Pain
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Ropes, Recovery, BDSM and Me
What if the thing that quieted your mind wasn’t therapy or sleep—but the strike of a flogger, the structure of a scene, and the rules of kink? I don’t play for thrill—I play to breathe. BDSM gave me control, clarity, and quiet where trauma lived loud. This post shares why kink holds my healing, my…
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PTSD vs CPTSD plus a Free Rant
Does a sudden crash still echo through your bones, or is it years of neglect that hollowed you? Which trauma begs your attention—PTSD’s jolt or CPTSD’s slow storm?
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I Speak Many Languages. Masking Follows Me in ALL of Them
I’m multilingual. But behind each language was a mask—until I found the one that didn’t come with trauma. Turns out, fluency isn’t freedom. Identity is.
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ASL Journey
I have mentioned I’m working on learning ASL. I thought it might be fun to share how I’m doing with this. There is also the disturbing thing I want to share with you. Did you know 90% of parents who have a deaf child do not bother to learn ASL? Talk about isolating to put…
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The Impact of Gaslighting in Medicine on Patient Health a Personal Experience
This is a longer post yes, however the story it tells is one that needs to be told. Even now I barely scratch the surface and that is so far from okay that I have no words for what I touch on.
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Relearning ASL and Letting My Hands Do the Healing
Sign language returned like a lost part of me—calming, expressive, safe. Now I use my hands to say what my voice learned to suppress.
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Acceptance for the First Time
What I look forward to is acceptance because of what it leads to. This is one of my heavier posts, I talk about how lack of acceptance has lead to abuse, mental health problems, people pleasing and the dangers there. I also talk about a group of people have shown me what acceptance really is.
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My Response Should NOT Exist to What Freedom Means to Me.
What does freedom mean to me? It is an answer that should not be able to be an answer. This story should not exist, it is dark and not for the light of heart, it is a real horror story. One we can stop being the story for so many. Mine is darker yet the…
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Why Mother’s Day is More Than Just a Celebration
Mother’s Day is a heartfelt occasion that goes beyond mere celebration. It is a day to honor the sacrifices, love, and dedication of mothers. This special day reminds us to appreciate and cherish the invaluable role mothers play in our lives, shaping our futures with their unwavering support.
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Buried in Quiet
silence echoesgrasps hardswirlinggrasping handspulling deeperhurtling toward nothing is it done?suffered enough?days the samewarmth leaching outice filling instead fightingeven thoughfallinglonged for no warmthto helpkeep ice away spirit wanesscreaming withinno longerjust weak whispers why botherthe darkness calls shouting into nothingwaiting—nothing answers footsteps fadenever reachingnever turning back breath shallowlungs tightfading—but slow,too slow weight pressingbones brittlecracked,waitingfor a sigh toshatter…
Who am I? 