Hate it when the “friend” who literally defended my abuser to my face is like “Hey, wanna hang out?” No ‼️‼️‼️
I’ll be like “yeah, no being disabled hasn’t really affected me that badly I’m okay” and then something will slightly remind me of a hospital and suddenly I’m panicking
Tw abuse
I really want to talk about the stuff that I went through but it feels like I don’t have anyone to talk to about it. I can’t tell my parents because my mom has a “get over it” attitude and will probably tell me that I’m dramatic for calling it abuse, and I love my brother but every time I try to bring it up he seems uninterested or quickly changes the topic (he had adhd and autism tho so can’t exactly blame him). I want to tell my friends at school about it, but I can’t really say more than a “they didn’t respect my boundaries” because anything else will start drama (we still go to the same school) and I don’t want to interact with them any more than I have to. I don’t want to talk to any authority figure about it because it wasn’t “full on abuse”. They hurt me, but they never left marks or swung at me. They broke my boundaries and grabbed me without my permission, but that’s not enough to really call it abuse is it? They made uncomfortable sexual comments to me and uncomfortably explained their sex life and kinks to me, which has gross ties to how they hurt me (probably as a kink), but that really isn’t enough to call it sexual abuse or harassment is it? I feel like I’m crazy or dramatic whenever I call it abuse, but just saying they were a shitty friend doesn’t really do justice to what they actually did either. And I don’t have anyone to talk to about it. I don’t have anyone to actually ask for an opinion about it, and it sucks.