
Foresight
Enlightened
- Jun 14, 2019
- 1,393
I just really need to get my thoughts out. I never speak out loud so this is tucked in me. This whole conversation going on outside of SS is difficult. This community has the most compassionate people I've ever met come together in understanding. Where else can someone like me get that? I got my start on the banned subreddit and I thank the universe I was able to find my way here.
I don't even know where to begin because I never speak on what has happened to me. No one understands. It's too rare. My number one problem is I am deformed. No, I don't have body dysmorphic disorder, I am literally deformed. I have had children cry looking at me. I have had children cry to their mother that I don't even look human. People take their glasses off when they look at me. I have had coworkers shaken to their core over the way I looked. My face gives people anxiety, dread, and sadness at best. Men have gotten angry over my appearance and jaws have dropped in my presence. The worst was when a man prayed to God to help him when he saw me. "Oh my God" and "Jesus Christ" are regularly whispered when I walk by. It made me lose faith in God. I can lower the mood of any room by just standing there. Please don't ask how this happened, I don't wish to disclose. It's a miracle I'm even expressing what's happening, I never speak of it. This is just my number one issue. I was neglected and brutally abused in childhood day in and day out. I have never known true comfort.
My memories haunt me. I feel like a monster. I am a monster on the outside but I am sweet and loving and kind inside. No one ever sees that or gets to know that. I can reason with this life but you never thrive. I watch inspirational speakers with deformities thrive and I have no idea how they do it.
I stopped leaving the house last year. I shake even being outside on my property. I turn as much as I can and hide my face when people walk by. I never, ever have human contact anymore outside my house. I'm now rapidly losing touch with reality. I am no longer human.
I am truly someone who has little left. I've tried and tried and tried again. I feel such a separation from humanity, from my life, from my body. I met a man on SS in 2017 and he rescued me. We tried and tried again. I've had several cosmetic procedures for the issue. They worked a bit, but not enough. My husband is the love of my life and the only person who sees me for me and not what happened to me. Sometimes even having the love of our life with us isn't enough to quiet the suffering.
SS is the only place in a decade where I experienced honest compassion from another person, where people have encouraged me wholeheartedly to try to recover if I want to. Even some normies probably think I'm better off dead. It's the only place where I can hear another person say it's okay, circumstances can knock down the best of us. I've seen people send their honest best wishes to another in the toughest situations with the hardest decisions. I don't think outsiders could ever understand the depths of loneliness, despair, and irrevocable trauma an individual can go through. The SS community has never been nefarious to me. I've been lifted, given choice, and given a space to speak and to be heard. It allowed me to reach out and to have others in their darkest hour be seen and heard in-kind. I can't say the same about my community and society at large. The reality of how the world operates is what tore me and many others apart. Sorry some of us have to live in harsh reality while others get to play in their circumstances. Just don't come to my side telling me what this is about. I dare anyone on the other side to live my life and keep their stance. If I make it I know I will continue to be active in the right to die movement. I will always know what that really means to the people who need it the most.
I don't even know where to begin because I never speak on what has happened to me. No one understands. It's too rare. My number one problem is I am deformed. No, I don't have body dysmorphic disorder, I am literally deformed. I have had children cry looking at me. I have had children cry to their mother that I don't even look human. People take their glasses off when they look at me. I have had coworkers shaken to their core over the way I looked. My face gives people anxiety, dread, and sadness at best. Men have gotten angry over my appearance and jaws have dropped in my presence. The worst was when a man prayed to God to help him when he saw me. "Oh my God" and "Jesus Christ" are regularly whispered when I walk by. It made me lose faith in God. I can lower the mood of any room by just standing there. Please don't ask how this happened, I don't wish to disclose. It's a miracle I'm even expressing what's happening, I never speak of it. This is just my number one issue. I was neglected and brutally abused in childhood day in and day out. I have never known true comfort.
My memories haunt me. I feel like a monster. I am a monster on the outside but I am sweet and loving and kind inside. No one ever sees that or gets to know that. I can reason with this life but you never thrive. I watch inspirational speakers with deformities thrive and I have no idea how they do it.
I stopped leaving the house last year. I shake even being outside on my property. I turn as much as I can and hide my face when people walk by. I never, ever have human contact anymore outside my house. I'm now rapidly losing touch with reality. I am no longer human.
I am truly someone who has little left. I've tried and tried and tried again. I feel such a separation from humanity, from my life, from my body. I met a man on SS in 2017 and he rescued me. We tried and tried again. I've had several cosmetic procedures for the issue. They worked a bit, but not enough. My husband is the love of my life and the only person who sees me for me and not what happened to me. Sometimes even having the love of our life with us isn't enough to quiet the suffering.
SS is the only place in a decade where I experienced honest compassion from another person, where people have encouraged me wholeheartedly to try to recover if I want to. Even some normies probably think I'm better off dead. It's the only place where I can hear another person say it's okay, circumstances can knock down the best of us. I've seen people send their honest best wishes to another in the toughest situations with the hardest decisions. I don't think outsiders could ever understand the depths of loneliness, despair, and irrevocable trauma an individual can go through. The SS community has never been nefarious to me. I've been lifted, given choice, and given a space to speak and to be heard. It allowed me to reach out and to have others in their darkest hour be seen and heard in-kind. I can't say the same about my community and society at large. The reality of how the world operates is what tore me and many others apart. Sorry some of us have to live in harsh reality while others get to play in their circumstances. Just don't come to my side telling me what this is about. I dare anyone on the other side to live my life and keep their stance. If I make it I know I will continue to be active in the right to die movement. I will always know what that really means to the people who need it the most.
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