• Weirdfish@lemmy.world
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    4 months ago

    It was two occasions about eight years apart. One was Mom calling to tell me Dad died, the other was my brother calling me about Mom.

  • applebusch (she/her)@lemmy.blahaj.zoneEnglish
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    4 months ago

    its happened a few times in my life so i dont have an exact quote. i always wanted to be a part of something bigger than myself, be on a team, make something with my friends, help someone with their dream, whatever. i was basically told “you have no skills and no ability to help, so you would only get in the way”. it hurt so much to be deliberately excluded by people who i thought were my friends, to be told im worthless to them, im incapable of helping them. after a few of those i cant even bring myself to offer anymore, and no one ever asks. part of me doesnt see the point of living if this is how people see me.

  • ExtremeDullard@piefed.socialEnglish
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    4 months ago

    When I came back home from the hospital after my amputation, my wife of 30 years told me she didn’t sign up for this, packed up her things and left.

    • turtlesareneat@piefed.caEnglish
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      4 months ago

      This happens more than people want to admit, and it can be sudden after a period of support. Like someone gets cancer and their SO sticks by their side until it gets stage 4, things get really messy and hard, and suddenly they’re off starting a new life. My SO is a therapist and has seen it firsthand, it’s gruesome and cruel.

      • tomiant@piefed.socialBannedEnglish
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        4 months ago

        Motherfuckers starting second lives behind their spouses back and here I can’t find a fucking bridge partner.

    • Korhaka@sopuli.xyzEnglish
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      4 months ago

      I mean it’s right there, “for riches and in health, till inconvenience do you part”.

      • tomiant@piefed.socialBannedEnglish
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        4 months ago

        Yeah, health. Not disease or amputation. It isn’t covered by the contract. You need the premium plan marriage package for that.

    • tomiant@piefed.socialBannedEnglish
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      4 months ago

      WOOF! What?! Holy fucking shit. I am sorry bro. THIRTY YEARS? No way. I’m sorry but I even find that a bit hard to believe.

  • Michael@slrpnk.net
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    4 months ago

    When I was being raped and tortured repeatedly by a younger male family member for over 2 years and cried for help, being told that it was something I imagined or made up to stir drama was extremely heart-shattering.

    It didn’t matter how much physical evidence I had gathered, nobody in my life would recognize the seriousness of the situation or even take the smallest steps to prevent the abuse from happening.

    I was too afraid to call the cops because even my parents refused to believe me. I lived in a very rural town which likely never encountered a situation like mine. Nobody was on my side. My abuser poisoned my family and friends against me before/during/after the abuse, to make sure I had no one to go to.

      • Michael@slrpnk.net
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        4 months ago

        Thanks. That was 10 years ago. I am making steady progress in realizing my dreams of helping others, but I still am struggling quite a bit even though I’ve made so much progress on my healing journey.

          • Michael@slrpnk.net
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            3 months ago

            I have not been able to find a good fit, no. Being in a rural area and being on Medicaid complicates this.

            I considered online therapy, but I experience severe video/phone call anxiety. In-person therapy is fine, but the facilities around here aren’t trauma-informed/specialized in treating PTSD. They also don’t know the first thing about adult autism.

            I’ve tried a couple times regardless, but I did not feel comfortable sharing any of the sensitive details to them.

            I would give them a few chances, like tell them about my biological sister (18 years older than me, career criminal, took my parent’s identity more times than I can count, poisoned me with copious amounts of Benadryl over a period of time in my teens to steal from my parents, tried to suffocate me multiple times), but even sharing the smallest details did not inspire trust.

            I’ve had therapists blame me or my anxiety for not being able to adapt to a hostile environment before I even was able to tell them 1% of what is actually going on. Acting as if I wasn’t being rational when I told them how many difficulties I had. Acting as if I could just ignore and get along with my sister while living with her…

            Most people can’t fathom what I have been through. Since I present “normally” (i.e. mask), albeit with some level of visible anxiety, it makes it seem like things are not so bad to them.

            I am seeking somebody, but I can’t afford the people who can help. Maybe one day. I have given up on getting justice and the person who raped me over and over is still free.

  • captainlezbian@lemmy.world
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    4 months ago

    That my mom’s cancer was terminal.

    My father and I already weren’t speaking and we all knew that it was coming. But I was in my early 20s and not ready to not have parents anymore. We’d also always been super close.

    I survived, she obviously didn’t, and most people are fortunate enough to outlive their parents these days. But it’s brutal to lose a loved one decades early.

  • BertramDitore@lemmy.zipEnglish
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    4 months ago

    I was sitting around a picnic table with a few friends and a couple new people we didn’t know too well. Someone had the idea that the new people go around and predict something about each of us, who they had basically just met.

    One of them went around and said something super nice about each person, like “you’ll get that job you always wanted” or “you’ll have kids that will end up doing great things” stuff like that, kind of impersonal but nice generic predictions.

    When she got to me she stopped, looked at me really hard, and said “you’re going to die, sad and alone.” There was silence for a few seconds and then most of us started cracking up, because we were sure she was joking. But when we stopped laughing, I saw she hadn’t even cracked a smile, and she looked me straight in the eye and said “I’m serious.” Then moved on and said something super nice about the next person.

    This was more than 15 years ago and it hasn’t stopped bothering me. Needless to say, she and I never became friends.

    • tourist@lemmy.world
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      4 months ago

      Jesus Christ what the fuck

      Maybe another stranger’s prediction will cancel it out?

      Your final moments will be full of joy as you reminisce on a life well lived.

      You will unfortunately, at some point, have an erection that lasts longer than four hours. You’ll need to go to the E.R. for it, but it’ll be fine and won’t affect your overall health.

  • Beth@piefed.socialEnglish
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    4 months ago

    “When we got together you were skinny and your hair was long.” After a long conversation about my looks changing over time. It should not be shocking that he, too, aged. Anyway yeah he left me for someone ten years younger…

  • XeroxCool@lemmy.world
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    4 months ago

    “Grandma died during surgery”. I didn’t call her the night before because I thought it’d be awkward and I didn’t acknowledge the risk of heart surgery.

  • Master@sh.itjust.worksEnglish
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    4 months ago

    My wife told me her cancer had moved to her brain. 22 days later through an unimaginable amount of pain and anguish she passed away.

    I dont think anyone could possibly tell me anything that could hurt worse than that. (No fault of her own obviously.)