maggotsfromjez
I come back every so often
- Oct 15, 2023
- 5
this is something i've realized more and more as time goes on. i tried to kill myself tonight by drinking myself to death, but i woke up on the floor a few hours later with weird swedish music playing in my headphones and unable to move. i just regained consciousness and mobility and tried venting to my friend about how fucking frustrated i feel about how no one takes sexual assault seriosuly, but genuinely no one wants to discuss anything regarding that topic beyond "Big Scary Evil Man bad, Sad Broken Pretty Woman is a victim that will never heal and we can all be mad at the Big Scary Evil Man"
I was first of all groomed by a woman so that immediately does not include me in any conversation where the perpetuator is a Big Scary Evil Man because no one wants to hear about a woman doing it. I'm not fucking stupid and I obviously know that men are the majority when it comes to perpetuators, but the fact that people either don't take me seriously or just ignore me when I bring up a queer female abuser feels so fucking odd and isolating.
Secondly, people only care about sexual assault if they get to have a fun time talking about the abuser with no regard for the victim. If my abuser had been an ugly gross old man lurking in the bushes, I have no doubt that the police and general society would have immediately believed me, because that kind of person would be easier to villainize and make fun of. A popular, charismatic, queer woman that is way more popular and influential in her local community than I could ever be? That's not fun to talk about or make fun of at all, so people turn to either questioning if I'm telling the truth or just brushing me off as hysterical. That's the thing, whenever I try to bring up my trauma at all, I get brushed off as hysterical or people get too uncomfortable to answer.
Am I traumadumping? I honestly don't think so because a friendship to me includes getting to tell the other persson about traumas you've had and how it affected you, provided you also do the same for them. And god fucking damn if I don't listen to people vent all the time and put all my energy into their problems.
No one wants to hear about my stupid cringe sexual assault traumas because not only this fuckass groomer but another person that raped me are both way more popular and likeable than I will ever be. People would rather listen to them because I don't fucking know, something about them makes girls want to fuck them and that apparently means my experience with them is fake. I'm so tired of this.
And I'm especially fucking tired of the fact that I will wake up alive tomorrow. I'm conscious enough to have been ghosted by a close friend while trying to open up to her and then typing out this whole post.
Bottom line, anyone know how I can kill myself for good? I live in Sweden so no legal firearms, most poisons don't kill you, and I've been hospitalized for hanging myself twice and survived both times.
Goddamn I fucning hate living in this world so please do tell me how to end my life. Thank you.
I was first of all groomed by a woman so that immediately does not include me in any conversation where the perpetuator is a Big Scary Evil Man because no one wants to hear about a woman doing it. I'm not fucking stupid and I obviously know that men are the majority when it comes to perpetuators, but the fact that people either don't take me seriously or just ignore me when I bring up a queer female abuser feels so fucking odd and isolating.
Secondly, people only care about sexual assault if they get to have a fun time talking about the abuser with no regard for the victim. If my abuser had been an ugly gross old man lurking in the bushes, I have no doubt that the police and general society would have immediately believed me, because that kind of person would be easier to villainize and make fun of. A popular, charismatic, queer woman that is way more popular and influential in her local community than I could ever be? That's not fun to talk about or make fun of at all, so people turn to either questioning if I'm telling the truth or just brushing me off as hysterical. That's the thing, whenever I try to bring up my trauma at all, I get brushed off as hysterical or people get too uncomfortable to answer.
Am I traumadumping? I honestly don't think so because a friendship to me includes getting to tell the other persson about traumas you've had and how it affected you, provided you also do the same for them. And god fucking damn if I don't listen to people vent all the time and put all my energy into their problems.
No one wants to hear about my stupid cringe sexual assault traumas because not only this fuckass groomer but another person that raped me are both way more popular and likeable than I will ever be. People would rather listen to them because I don't fucking know, something about them makes girls want to fuck them and that apparently means my experience with them is fake. I'm so tired of this.
And I'm especially fucking tired of the fact that I will wake up alive tomorrow. I'm conscious enough to have been ghosted by a close friend while trying to open up to her and then typing out this whole post.
Bottom line, anyone know how I can kill myself for good? I live in Sweden so no legal firearms, most poisons don't kill you, and I've been hospitalized for hanging myself twice and survived both times.
Goddamn I fucning hate living in this world so please do tell me how to end my life. Thank you.