Update from the VOID

[railenthe]

Keeping it short because it's medication time:

I got a diagnosis of Interstitial Cystitis, which is literally also known as painful bladder syndrome

My family has admitted to an actual abuse conspiracy, the fallout of which has caused a NEW eruption of PTSD

My ankle's healed but I lost my immune system in the chaos that was briefly dying

and I'm filing for disability.

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[kuro_pantsu]

God I miss the void. I miss that demon tree so much. There was such a majesty to Exdeath's obsession with the void.

It's a shame he can't cast some of those health issues into the void.

O Exdeath, where for art thou?

(Also does this abuse conspiracy involve the ever so pleasant stepmother?)

I distinctly remember answering this yesterday but DW ate it I think

[railenthe]

So here's how it worked out: after my mom died, I got shuffled around different houses, because my dad kinda fucked off into the sunset temporarily (I mean, neither of us handled that well but). At some point someone, who I later found out turned out to actually be my grandmother, actually had a plan to basically beat and gaslight me into what they wanted me to be. There was a lot of physical abuse, and after a point, I started to take a couple of knives with me to keep under the mattress. (Found out she did this too later but for me it was damn self-defense--this is a woman who decided that since I wasn't doing what she wanted me to do, she'd crack me upside the head with a broom that had a solid wood handle, which split up the middle when she busted me in the head with it.)

...she kept that fucking broom. As a threat.

Everyone else having a crack at me one way or another was also allowed.

Needless to say this fucked with my head, I wound up with severe depression, and I needed help. They refused to help me get help. It took the guidance counselors noticing that A) I was miserable, and B) I had a concerning number of bruises being covered by long pants and long sleeves. And even after they DID get me help that got stopped right away because psych meds are 'white people shit' and how dare I bring that into the house? Why not just get JESUS about it? Why not TRY fitting in? Why not TRY to be better?

They told me I was hard to handle and they thought this would help.

Bro I was a depressed autistic trans teenager with no friends and no social life. OF COURSE it wasn't going to help.