This is the best-I-can-construct reason I have been made to suffer a most horrible, eternally repetitive mental death. For the time being, at least, it’s the best I can figure it.
I’m just solving the case of my own mental murder by a human I loved sweetly, along with how it was emboldened to happen by culture and heartless people. Especially, how culture then gifted my intellectual rapist with a restraining order on me which compounded my disability through torturous trauma, alone, no help, to continue mainlining towards homelessness and detransition — all while needing dental work, meal planning assistance, and a friend — and not care that I’m schizophrenic and being constantly traumatized.
Actual words from my abuser about the house-bitch-fake-boy, “She’s not my person.” She had been telling me how they were kind of dumb-sweet idiot that thought they were a top but was just clumsy with everything.
That’s their game, hon.
They play retard — it takes hold, eventually, when you fuck with me.
MY FAVORITE TAKE ON THE METAPHORICAL MURDER I'D DO OVER AGAIN
(In reality, whomever it is, they are just going to do it for me)
