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2020.10.21 17:55 WerewolfOverlord Yule Tide Terrors: An Earth 999 Horror Film !!15+!!

Warning: Yule Tide Terrors features SCP-4666, a character who mutilates children in graphic ways. If you are uncomfortable with this, please skip this entry in my series - Werewolf Overlord
Prologue: It's January 1, 2020, in Canada. A young boy wakes up after hearing footsteps in his home. He opens the door and sees a tall nude figure holding his father by the throat. The creature drops the body and runs off into another room. The boy grabs his bat and follows the creature. He finds it standing over his dead family. They have been stabbed and sliced open. The creature grabs the boy and places him in a sack before climbing out and running off into the cold winter night.
Chapter 1: What Day Is It?
Zoe and Ashlyn wake up after a night of fun. They see Twig staring at them with a smile. She runs out and runs back in holding a Christmas Present. Zoe looks confused at Twig. Ashlyn looks at her phone, it's December 25. She says," Why is it Christmas already? Shouldn't it be May?" Miller walks in holding a crying Alli. Zoe comforts her while Miller says," There's a skinny naked guy outside!" Ashlyn grabs her pistol and runs out. She goes outside, it is covered in snow with human-like footprints. Miller brings in a box covered in blood. Zoe opens it and drops it after seeing what is inside. A small brush with human teeth. Ashlyn rushes back in and says," There's something outside and this doesn't make sense. Yesterday it was May, now Alli finds a brush made with human remains. I think we're dealing with an SCP." Ashlyn hands her a note she found outside. Zoe reads," Dear scumbags. This is 4666, but you can call me Yule Man. I noticed your little attack on my fellow anomalies and have been asked to take action. Sadly your attack was outside my active period. To fix this, I have employed another friend to help mess with the date. You are now trapped in a time loop that lasts 12 days. My motives are for you to find out as are my employers. What I will tell you is that when you wake up after the 12th day, the loop resets. If you die, the loop resets. I will kill you over and over until my boss is satisfied. You won't see me coming. I will take your baby wendigo and enslave her. Any tries to call the Foundation will be punished. They never caught me and they never will. I travel all over the north during Christmas and visit the children. I even leave them little toys. The event you are now part of is known as Weissnacht. Have fun and Merry Christmas. From the Yule Man." Ashlyn growls and says," I'll kill this fucker!!" Zoe says," Calm down! We don't know what he does and what he looks like. We need to do research." Ashlyn takes a deep breath and says," The prick also left us a hard drive." Zoe plugs it in and opens the files. They are all news reports of attacks dating back to the 1400s. Ashlyn says," This bitch never said we couldn't use it. Just that we can't call the Foundation, whoever they are." Miller says," The SCP Foundation? I know all about them."
Chapter 2: Explanations:
Miller pulls out a notebook and begins reading," The SCP Foundation is a secret group dedicated to containing anomalies that defy the laws of our world. They have sites all over the world that contain these creatures. Based on the number and how he called himself the Yule Man, I know somewhat how to stop him." Ashlyn said," Who the hell let you read this stuff?" Miller replies," You never block anything so of course, I'd find some dark things." Zoe asks," Well what does this Yule Man do exactly and why is he targeting Twig?" Miller opens her computer and reads," Based on the terms he used, I can help anticipate his moves. So far we're only in the first phase. This is where Yule Man will watch his prey from outside or a window while they sleep." Ashlyn asks," What's phase two?" Miller replies," Days 7 to 11 are when the entire family will hear footsteps in the attic or on the roof and commonly report a foul smell with no source." Zoe asks," What happens on day 12?" Miller replies," Well, Yule Man has two confirmed outcomes. One is where he enters the house and kills the entire family except for one child under the age of 8. For some reason, he did his other option early." Ashlyn says," So your saying Yule Man leaves toys made of body parts?" Miller replies," Human children to be exact." Ashlyn says," The calm manner you said all that in disturbs me." Zoe asks," So what can we do to stop him?" Miller replies," This isn't a normal Weissnacht. He already said he'll kill us over and over. The wiki doesn't mention any way to stop him. Also most likely our death would go unnoticed by the world as the Foundation can't contain him and suppresses any news of him. Based on what the letter said, He's making new rules. This means we have a chance at ending this." Zoe asks," Does it say that parents seeing the footprints is normal?" Miller replies," No, based on the fact Mom saw the prints, it's a good bet you both can see him if he comes back. Although I don't know why he picked us when we live in a suburban area. He normally takes out isolated targets." Ashlyn says," I'm getting the tracker ready. I'll shoot him with the dart and we can see him coming."
Chapter 3: Siege:
It's nightfall. The family sits in the TV room looking outside. Twig hears something and rushes to the window. She points at a figure in the trees. Ashlyn opens the window and aims. She says," Jesus this guy is ugly, look at his nuts!" Zoe groans and says," Just shoot him." Ashlyn pulls the trigger and fires the dart. A faint groan can be heard as the figure goes back into the trees.
Chapter 4: Recovery:
The next morning, Alli walks in again crying while Miller brings in another box. Zoe opens it. It's a knife made from bone. She hands her mother a note. Zoe reads," Scumbags, you have been marked by the Foundation as a target of Weissnacht. They will send a task force to secure you. This will not stop me, however. My time loop is gone, but I'll still make your corpses into furniture for my cave. Your little tracker won't be hidden for long. Also, 049 sends his best wishes and a present. 049 is great at making friends with people. I hope you have fun with his new friends. From Yule Man." Zoe asks," Miller which one is 049, and what friends are Yule Man talking about?" Miller replies," 049 is a plague doctor like creature who kills people just by touching them. He performs surgery on his victims to cure the Pestilence as he calls it. This results in zombies." A knock on the door is heard. Ashlyn opens it and sees Allison. Allison says," We got word that 4666 is after you guys. I called in some friends to help." She pointed to a truck full of armed soldiers. Ashlyn asks," How did they agree to this?" Allison replies," My brother is in the top part of the Foundation and we still care about each other. He greenlit this mission under the condition that we bring in 4666 if possible instead of you sending him to some prison." Ashlyn says," Well seeing as this jerk wants my kid, I wouldn't care if you shot him. Where are they gonna hand out anyway?" Allison replies," They brought more than one truck. Besides, they're trained to survive in this kind of stuff. We also got a piece of mail addressed to you guys. It's got 4666's prints on it." Ashlyn opens it. It's a hard drive labeled Fun Times. Ashlyn plugs it in and opens the file. It's security footage taken directly by 4666. It shows mutilated children with missing limbs. A voice can be heard saying," Keep going or we'll make you one of them!" A high-pitched laugh can be heard as the camera pans over to a skinny male eating a child. The voice says," Hey 4666, save for the rest of them!" 4666 flips off the camera before saying," I'm coming for you. No one can save you." Ashlyn groans and says," WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! Torture Porn?!" Allison replies," That's first-hand footage of 4666's lair. We can't match it to anything." Gunshots echo outside. Ashlyn grabs her pistol and goes to look. 4666 is outside killing the task force with logs and tools. A soldier is stabbed in the throat with an ax. Ashlyn aims and fires at 4666. He growls and leaps on her. Allison grabs her gun but is thrown aside by Yule Man. Zoe comes out and fires a shot into Yule Man. Yule Man tries to teleport away, but can't. Zoe says," Looks like that demon juice we got from Alastor really does work." Ashlyn kicks off 4666. The remaining soldiers grab 4666 and cuff him. They load him into the trucks. Then a black limo off in the distance drives off. Ashlyn says," Take that you Yule Tide Terror." Yule Man growls at them as he is placed in chains. Allison says," Hopefully they can save the rest of the kids he kidnapped." Ashlyn tells them goodbye and walks inside. She says," Well ladies, Yule Man is off to a monster jail that he won't get out of." They go to sleep. The next morning when Ashlyn wakes up, her phone says May 17. The kids walk in and say," I swear yesterday was Christmas." Zoe said," We still gotta find out who made the time loop." Ashlyn said," Not today." The two then kissed.
The End
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2020.10.19 18:05 Miles_1618 I wish people mentioned lovebombing/waves of abuse more often (TW: Sexual Abuse)

One of the hardest things I deal with is having to remind myself that lovebombing is in the abuse cycle and that abuse isn’t constant. Sometimes I find myself invalidating my trauma/abuse because my NMom lovebombs me all the time.
Since I (16, FTM transgender) was a pre-teen, my NMom would take pictures of me and use them to make catfish accounts. She’d even take pictures of my ass without me knowing and/or save fake nudes that she claimed to be mine and post them on NSFW Discord servers.
I only found out she was doing this when I was 14, but I know it’s been happening for years even before that. I confronted her about it the same summer I found out, but despite being in tears and sobbing, all she gave me was an empty apology and promise that she’d delete everything. I know that she lied to me because she still has Discord on her phone, and a few months ago I went through her account while she was sleeping and it has all of the same stuff that I found 2 years prior. As disturbing as it is, I don’t want to confront her about it again because I can guarantee that she’ll call me weird or a psycho for snooping through her phone.
Apart from this, my NMom is very manipulative and verbally violent when I imply that I’m upset with her, or even when I show any emotional vulnerability to her whatsoever. As an example, my mom and I had gotten into this argument because I didn’t like the name that she had for me under her contacts because it was kind of racist (I’m half-Asian and she’s white.) Instead of just apologizing and changing it, she made all of these excuses, saying that it wasn’t racist and I was sensitive and overdramatic for making it about race. We argued a little longer, and it eventually came to her guilt tripping me, telling me that I’m ungrateful for everything she’s done for me.
My main issue is that everyone thinks that my mom and I are very close, and although there is some truth to that, I wish that people could see that I can’t trust her anymore. I’ve been thinking about telling my older cousin (who I have a really close relationship with) about my abuse, but my mom seems so normal to anyone that doesn’t live with her that I don’t think even she would believe me.
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2020.10.19 01:14 hunterxcutie My mom sleeping nude

I am 27 years old, divorced, and have never had a true best friend and now it’s too late and I never will.
I live thousands of miles from my parents. I have only one sibling, who for most of my life (since he started middle school) has hated me – but I can find sick comfort in the knowledge that he doesn’t like many people. He’s not close to our parents either. I was mildly bullied by mean girls the last two years of elementary school and severely bullied by both boys and girls all three years of middle school, an experience that crippled my social skills and forced me into solitude. Middle school could have been different - the very first day, i caught a cute boy staring at me during orientation and I smiled. he smiled back. He wrote me love poems and asked me to a dance, but a mean girl intercepted one of his poems and read it aloud, embarrassing us both, so I turned him down. How things could have been SO DIFFERENT if I just had a little bit of confidence in myself.
I was okay with being alone then. I had to be. I sobbed myself to sleep most nights, and life was a blur of gray. My dad told me, “You’re sleeping your life away” because every single weekend, I slept all Saturday and Sunday. I did nothing. I saw no one. Towards the end of middle school, a group of friends who had pitied me at P.E. tried to include me. I went over to their houses a few times but eventually stopped accepting invitations. I was too awkward and quiet and nervous I would say the wrong thing, and therefore felt I never had anything to say.
There were days in middle school where I’d walk through the building and not say a single word the entire day until six pm at night when both my parents were home and it was dinnertime. Because no one would talk to me.
High school is when things seemed to pick up because I chose to go to a high school in a different county so I could essentially “start over” with a new group of students who didn’t know me or how much of a loser I had been. I made three close friends freshman year. I had things to do after school. It seemed okay at first, but then I realized one of my friends was fake and hurtful, so I dropped her. I pushed away another friend, and then the last of my friends pushed *me* away. I made an amazing best friend the end of sophomore year, but we had a falling out and I was eventually alone again by the end of junior year. I convinced my parents to let me homeschool (aka, self-teach) for senior year.
During this time, I went on Omegle because I was so lonely. One day I met a guy, and we exchanged emails. We seemed to connect. We chatted everyday.
I had a dream to model. I’ve always been tall for a girl (5’9”) and relatively thin and told I’m pretty, so why not? I had local success and took a year off after high school to pursue it in NYC but nothing ever came of the trip my mom and I took to meet with agents. Several agencies showed interest and we exchanged info, but I never heard from them again.
Then I fell into depression back in Alabama. I worked part-time for my dad’s office as a secretary. When I wasn’t working there, I slept or cried or watched TV or read books. I had no friends. No one to talk to. My parents were fed up with me. My brother and I might as well have been only children in separate households.
The guy I met on Omegle, he name was Tom*. Tom and I were now texting daily. We seemed to falling for each other, but I now know it was desperation for connection on both our ends - his sexual, mine emotional. Tom was the first boy who showed interest in me that I actually reciprocated back.
I remember becoming obsessed with talking to Tom everyday, even then. It was like the start of a lifelong addiction to a man’s attention: I would try to distract myself daily but would always check if he had written back to me. Sometimes days passed before he did again.
Over time we became a couple and I flew out to California to meet him. My parents were horrified but I was 18 so they couldn’t stop me. I remember telling them, “I never go anywhere. I'm 18 and I don't do anything. I’m going to California.”
Tom wasn’t what I expected in person. He was truly my age and looked like his photo, but I wasn’t attracted to him in person.
But I was so tired of being lonely. Tired of doing nothing, going nowhere, seeing no one. And I was so tired of sitting in my parents’ house in Alabama, crying myself to sleep, breathing just to survive but not really enjoying the air as it filled my lungs.
When I was hanging out with Tom and his friends, they were all a year younger than me and talking excitedly about colleges. I felt a sick pit in my stomach at the notion that I was wasting my chance to go to college too since I had taken a gap year. When I got home, I immediately applied to one of the only universities in my home state that were still accepting applications that late in the year. I got accepted, and went. Two years later I transferred to a bigger university, one I would have actually chosen had I not waited so long to apply to school.
All throughout my three years of college, Tom and I were “dating”. Tom pressured me to lose my virginity to him in California in his dorm room. We couldn’t seem to fit his dick in my vagina, so I came home and saw my gyno who questioned if I had been assaulted when I asked if she could cut out my hymen. The next time I flew out to see Tom, I stood in the airport outside my gate, watching everyone else board, and slowly stepped backwards from the gate as I burst into tears. I didn’t want to sleep with Tom, but I also didn’t want to spend Thanksgiving with my parents and my brother in a house where I had mostly terrible memories of doing nothing with my life. So I sucked it up and boarded the flight.
I lost my virginity to Tom. He recorded it, from several angles. After I returned home, Tom began asking me to send him nudes. Suddenly he wasn’t satisfied with nudes that didn’t include my face. When I pushed back, he ignored my texts. When I gave in, suddenly he was available to talk again. And fuck, was I lonely. I needed his attention like an alcoholic needs a glass of wine.
It escalated to him requesting videos of me doing nasty things to myself. He pressed me to let him fuck me in my ass. It hurt and he went hard and fast and I couldn’t hold my poop in for a week.
Tom began to ignore my texts all the time. Thus began my compulsive, obsessive texting problem. I would text him everyday, multiple times a day, for days on end WITH NO RESPONSE FROM TOM. Looking back, I wish I had gone on antidepressants and seen a therapist then, because they would have told me to get involved, make friends, this relationship isn’t real, nor is it normal…He was in California, making a Tinder account behind my back, and I was in Alabama, loyal to him, not pursuing anyone else…wasting my time and my youth in college…
I got involved with on organization only because I had to because it pertained to my degree. I made a few acquaintances but don’t keep in touch with anyone from college aside from one person and only casually on social media.
Even while I was sitting in class or at the club I had joined, or working my part-time job, or visiting my family, I was obsessing over the boyfriend in California who was ignoring my texts and only replying a few times every few days to check in on nudes. I'll never forget the time he tried to convince me to sell my used panties on Reddit or to become a camgirl.
During the spring of my junior year, I was playing a video game by myself and I met a new guy. Long story short, this new guy is the ONLY REASON I found the courage to dump my toxic first “boyfriend” if you can even call him that. The first boyfriend went on to threaten me with the nudes and recordings he had of me, but I called the police in his city and they warned him of the legalities of revenge porn.
The point here though, is that I didn’t become strong enough on my own. It wasn’t until I fell for a new guy that I wanted out of my toxic relationship.
I grew up in an extremely religious household and believed I was damaged goods for losing my virginity to a guy I had not married. So I told myself, no matter what, the next guy you sleep with WILL BE YOUR HUSBAND.
So I wasted five years with him, the last two years being married to him, and we got divorced this July. We were never truly compatible or happy or in love. To this day, I still don’t think I have ever been in love – I THOUGHT I loved both guys, but I was unhealthily attached to them. That’s not love. With the first boyfriend, I was terrified to live without him. With the guy I married, I was terrified that he wouldn’t marry me and I’d have to increase my body count from two guys I slept with, to more. I didn’t want to date or have sex with more people because I thought that made me a bad person. So I settled and married a man who was wrong for me in every way possible. We didn’t agree on values, family, religion, our sex life SUCKED and was nonexistent on his part…it was just terrible.
Fast forward to now…this year, after my divorce, I finally made friends. For the first time in my life, I had several female friendships with nice, normal, wonderful women. I thought, “This is what has been missing from my life! Not romance, but friendships!”
But for some reason, I still wanted to date. I didn’t feel comfortable kicking my husband out of our apartment in the midst of the divorce until I had found a new guy to sleep with via Bumble. Then that guy dropped me and I lost my mind – I texted him constantly, days on end, until finally he replied to me. I mailed him letters, begging for him to come back into my life. It was supposed to be a regular friend with benefits but he changed his mind after fucking me once.
Then I found another guy who would only let me suck his dick and then he’d cuddle me on my couch and we would watch TV, but he never texted me. Wouldn’t open up to me. One day he only texted me to ask about my “pretty” friend in a pic I had sent him, and I lost my mind on him. Texted him a barrage of upset texts and then deleted his number and told myself I was done with him. Weeks later, he asked to hang out with me again, but I was already seeing a new guy and no longer interested.
When I met the guy I’ve been sleeping with now, I could tell he was different from the rest. We had a scary first day, where I got super high for the first time since I was 18, and I had never regularly smoked weed before to begin with. We had sex prior to getting high but after getting high, I felt terrified that I couldn’t explain to him that I didn't want to hook up again, but at the same time I was into him. I was so paranoid I texted Cathy*, Melinda* and Yasmine* saying I thought he was taking advantage of me. But now I understand it was a mistake. I was just too high and paranoid. He wasn’t taking advantage of me at all. It was all in my head.
This guy seems to be genuine, we’ve had real conversations and he’s a more consistent texter and we sleep together multiple times every week…but now I find myself unhealthily attached to him as well. He said if I am looking for a boyfriend, I’m wasting my time with him, because he’s trying to get his life together right now. I took that as a harsh rejection against him just not wanting to be with me romantically. I’m not looking for a boyfriend, but I find myself daydreaming about if we spent quality time together outside of sex, and it makes me happy to imagine that with him. But we still sleep together despite him not wanting more…I have tried to end it a hundred times…and every day I text him constantly. Despite liking him a lot, I wasn’t attached at all in the beginning but now after sleeping with him multiple times, I am…
It’s like once I have sex with a guy, I become attached to the point where they lose interest and I convince myself I can’t live without their attention. For the first boyfriend, it was also partly because I felt dirty for having sex outside of marriage; the second boyfriend/husband was because I felt like I had to settle for the sake of my reputation…but what about the guys I slept with casually? I’ve lost that feeling of shame. I understand now that sex isn’t about a body count. It can be enjoyed outside of marriage. But for some reason, I still become attached. I even felt attached to the fourth guy, who I never actually slept with but sucked off.
I’m just living for another text from him, one that won’t come until hours after I have sent ten texts of my own…
Then today, Melinda tells me she is “taking a step back” to focus on her own mental health and that my constant texts and calls to her are “too much for her”. My friendship with Yasmine hasn’t been the same since the incident where I texted her when I was super high saying I thought I was getting raped.
I’m alone and lonely, with no friends or lover, and it’s going to be that way forever.
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2020.10.17 08:59 wizon88 My mom sleeping nude

Backstory: I started gaming back when I was 11 years old, playing GTA IV on the PS3. later that turned into a fun online game called Everybody Edits, then Call of Duty and Battlefield on the PS3, back to Minecraft on the PC, untill I made a deal with the Devil himself, and started playing League of Legends.
I've been playing LoL since 2013, I was having a hard time adjusting to junior high, gained fat, was bullied by a girl I rejected in the nicest way possible a year before (I was popular in primary school, 7th grade she asked to be my GF in a very sad way, I said sorry I'm not ready for relationships. she cried and came back in 9th grade and she was skinny, I was fat, she tormented me and I've been depressed and distrustful ever since but thats a different story for another day)
Back to the main story, so 9th grade I'm becoming a nerd - I'm foreign, brown, short-ish, hairy and chubby. bottom in the social hierarchy - to cope with that grief I spent all my time on LoL, I was intrigued, fascinated, in love and most importantly addicted.
I still remember coming back home from school, wearing off my dirty socks, playing Sandblast by Fox Stevenson, and gaming away all my problems and resemblance of humanity, shredding away my very core with systematic frying of my brain with Dopamine, cycling between video games, music (a lethal combo for a person with ADHD in their family) and vile porn.
I was very malicious back then, still am sort of a hostile, anti-social person, in-fact the way I got into League itself is ironic, I sent a virus to a Minecraft friend and Keylogged his device back when i was 14(!), upon reading the chat logs I found out he has a LoL account and stole it. I stole many accounts back then, dozens. and scammed people on steam. I wasn't even 16 at the time, luckily I've actively changed since then.
So, League of Legends, Home to many troubled, lost, and profoundly toxic souls, I met some very horrible people during my stay, probably serves me right for my behavior, I would befriend a group of suicidal Gamers and we would get routinely bullied to suicide by a horrible member of our little server, he was funny - as long as you weren't the butt of the joke, and I allowed this behavior for so long.. but I've cut ties with him.
back to these suicidal Gamers, we met a few times and chilled - it was ok, then one day I forced myself into a total anonymous gathering of Gamers around the country, first i made sure to starve myself of sleep, and went to the event after 48 hours of not sleeping! what can go wrong, right? well, I chose to drink quite a bit, and smoke a few puffs of unknown sourced substance.
Mind you this was with a group of TOTAL strangers, around halfway through the country. there were about 15 guys there, 2-4 I knew from the game, the rest are strangers, and 3 girls - 2 in relationships and 1 a somewhat famous e-girl.
Now, in my stupor, I dumbed myself and let my guards down entirely, and acted like a total idiot around this girl, I stared at her dancing moves and fell in love, later this night I'm pretty sure I slipped into psychosis because I tried dragging this girl away and isolating her.
Looking back I was straight up sexually harassing her, no doubt. I was in a stupor and did dumb shit I regret to this day 2 years later. I could swear I didn't hurt her, in my mind we were in a movie, and I was dazed beyond my mind, anyways I was confronted by a guy and his friend, and I'm not sure what happend, I remember getting kicked twice and I fell the second time, I also remember getting punched in the face by him, in my memory it was a very minor tap to my cheek, sort of to lift my head from staring at the ground (again, I was in stupor) but looking back, maybe he knocked me out? I've had jaw discomfort ever since (honestly, had TMJ before that, I think?) and I remember his friend grabbing me from behind. it makes me want to cry, I felt so vulnerable, and am deeply ashamed to this day, I got attacked by a stranger, who possible caused irreversible damage to me, all because I let my guard down around people I perceived as friends.
or am I just making shit up? as I said, I don't remember getting knocked out, bleeding/breaking teeth, or had visible wounds to my face. and I did harass that girl, even if she didn't tell me to outright stop (honestly, she was manipulative and played a bunch of drunk guys attention) and later that night she told me I was fine and it was the surrounding that were the problem (again, this might be a lie to make me feel better, or it would mean I genuinely didn't harass her in the way they made it out to be..
The most shameful night of my life, where I had to call my mom to pick me up at 1 AM, completely altered my personality to this day, and triggered a spiritual awakening in me, 2 years later and I still struggle sleeping at night, thinking of that night.
Back to League, I made some pretty cool friends back in 2014, they are at my big brother's age and we still talk to this day! 2 guys.
I was a part of a lovely community where we played in-house games, me being there for a long time and being very good at the game, meant I got my ego inflated on a regular basis, even met a girl there, not my proudest encounter but I can say with confidence I was so goddam gentle (afraid of being labeled a sexual harasser) she even told me I can use some force, but I just couldn't.
I had many shameful acts during my time online, I scammed many people, would bully others, post nudes of myself for attention (I'm a guy) (mostly from gays.. I'm not but I was desperate for attention), and all around be a dick behind the safety of a screen.
I feel like Brian from Family Guy ATM - a lazy, self - centered, inflated asshole, who probably deserved some of bad things that happen to him. thanks for listening if you've read it this far though.
Sorry, I let my emotional baggage, and Narcissism control my stream of thought. So basically I haven't played in 45 days, I feel more connected to reality (actually worried about my future, what will I study, will I make it?) am way less angry, still competitive to a fault but learning to feel and empathize.
I'm starting a university course tomorrow, I know I shouldn't game but its hard, I feel sick to my stomach finally facing all the things I've tried to repress for years, they say it takes 21 days to create a routine (I don't feel craving to play and be active all the time anymore) and 90 days to make it a lifestyle, so it makes sense I'm struggling and having doubts mid-way through the progression.
TL:DR played games for 10 years, started league 7 years ago. did some horrible things online, karma hit me (literally) towards the end, during my latest months I used gaming as a means of meditation, focusing and learning, but in the end it completely killed my drive to learn an invest in actual marketable skills.
Thank you for listening
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2020.10.17 08:45 Greentea_kitkat101 My mom sleeping nude

So I'm new to Reddit, but my friend wanted me to post on here about my family situation. I don't even know where to start. Keep in mind that I'm not really good at typing and my memory is really really bad. It'll also be really long to but just bear with it please. (I didn't know what to use as a picture so I used a Stray Kids picture lol)
I'll guess I'll start with telling you about my family. My family is religious and so I grew up being religious. My mom has anger issues and my dad was kinda like hot n' cold. My sister was, well she was my little sister and acted like one. She was the youngest. My oldest brother is nothing but a sweetheart and he was the only one in my family who would stand up for me. Mat, which used to be my brother, was pretty okay. He was a gamer, like the rest of my family. We were a family of six and we all pretended to be a happy one too. I'm the second youngest but now with Mat being disowned, I'm the middle child.
Growing up, my childhood was... Okish? When I was really young, I think 6 or 7, my cousin sexually abused me twice. In grade one or kindergarten, around there, I was sexually abused multiple times by my best friends older brother, who was in grade 12. I would get in trouble a lot and my parents used to force soap into my mouth as punishment. I swear I can still taste is from time to time even now. My parents would yell at me over nothing and took their anger out on me. We used to live in a small town until I was in grade 4. We moved to a huge country house in the middle of nowhere and I went to elementary school in a small city and things were ok for a while. Mat, who used to be my brother, would be my 3rd sexual assaulter. He would pin me down on his bed and touch me in inappropriate places. Being that young and having things done to me like that before, I thought it was normal and thought nothing of it.
Around grade 7, I got my first phone and my own room. it was a smallish room right next to my sisters room. It was pretty cool to have my own phone until I started talking with random strangers online and, I'm not proud to say, would exchange nudes. I only did it once at first but I got a message one day, from a so called hacker, saying that if I didn't send him nudes, he would hurt my family and make my life miserable. Being that young, I freaked out and since I didn't want my parents to know, I agreed to what he said. After that, I think I realized that nudes were bad. If they weren't then why was this guy threatening my family? I lost all self esteem and didn't care who saw my body. They would call me pretty or hot or sexy. I got the attention my parents never gave me and no I don't me that I wanted my parents to call me hot or sexy, I just wanted my parents to acknowledge me and since they didn't, I got it from other people. My parents obviously found out about it and as punishment, they moved my room into the smallest room in the house. A room that was meant to be a tiny office. I had no privacy and had no door. Shortly after my phone was taken, Alex's old phone went missing. For 2 years my parents accused me of stealing it but no matter how many times they would check my room, they found nothing. He found it under one of his speakers in his room and my parents never said sorry. At the end of grade 7, my friends were going to walk around town and I asked my parents to let me go and they said no. I went anyways. When my dad found me, we went home and I was sent to the old dinning room. I was sitting there and this was when I first hurt myself. It was with an old crappy dull pair of scissors (I still have them) When my parents were done yelling at me, I was sent to my room. My room was A MESS. It looked like a tornado ripped through it. It was normal to have my parents go though my room randomly but this was by far the biggest mess they had made of my room.
In grade 8 Things were ok for a while. I still got yelled at for no reason and this was when depression hit me the hardest. Trying to fit in and deal with my parents fighting and then taking it out on me was exhausting. Near the end of grade 8 I started to self-harm. My friends found out about it and tried to get me to stop but I didn't. I remember the time I thought about it too. It was after i got sent to my room for absolutely no reason. I was sitting on my bed and a little voice in my head said "Hey, you should hurt yourself. You should go find your shaver and take the razors out". So I did and began to cut. It was weird because in a way, the pain felt so relieving. Seeing the blood run down my wrist and drip onto my lap was so calming. It felt like the only thing I had control over. So i continued cutting. I was always being sent to my room for no reason anyways so who would find out? Well at the end of grade 8, I think a month into the summer vacation, my parents found out. I had a friend over and they noticed that I refused to roll my sleeves up all the way. Once my friend left, I sat outside on the front porch and thought to myself "I wanna stop cutting myself". Of course, my mom came out of the house and came up with a crappy lie. Saying "There's a spider on your back"! I lived in the country and played with spiders for fun so it didn't scare me but to humor her, I stood up and said "I'm not afraid of spiders". At this point, she dropped the lie and forcibly grabbed my left arm, which hurt A LOT, and rolled up my sleeve. I've never seen rage enter somebody so quickly. She dragged me into the house and shoved my arm into my dads face and they both started giving me hell. They dragged me around the house, showing all my siblings what I did and making me feel like shit for being depressed and cutting. My door was gone, I couldn't wear long sleeves or jeans and I couldn't leave anyone's side for almost the entire summer. They forced me to sleep on the floor right next to my dad's side of the bed.
After that, until grade 11, it was on and off cutting for me. My grades were bad, I got like 3, maybe 4 if i was lucky, hours of sleep, the yelling intensified and I tried to kill myself numerous times. On top of all that, I remembered what Mat and my cousin did to me when I was younger. When your that young and you don't understand what's happening, you block it out of your mind till your ready to remember. I was in grade 10 when I recalled what had happened to me. That made my mental health plummet even more.
I remember, in grade 10, I made my dad cry. It happened when I was in the bathroom for to long and my parents noticed. I had everything ready. I had my note, clothes and razor all there. I didn't die obviously. Only because I couldn't cut deep enough. I was using a crappy razor from a pencil sharpener. My parents called me down to the living room and my mom made me go into the downstairs bathroom and strip for her. This happened a lot but no matter how many times its happened I'll NEVER get used to the feeling of dread once I got told to go to the bathroom and strip. My mom brought me to the living room and they started their interrogation. They told me to show them so I did. They saw it was deep and along a vital vain. That's when I sat down on the couch again and saw my dad put his head into his hands. I made him cry. After that, I still cut every now and then but I made sure to ALWAYS go downstairs without a sweater so they could see my arms and I always wore shorts.
In grade 11, halfway through the first semester, I decided to tell my parents about my cousin sexually abusing me. Since I'm really bad with words I decided to write a letter and give it to them. My dad didn't believe me at first but my mom did. Shortly after that my relationship with her started to mend. Things were still rough and I am leaving out some parts of my life because this is already really long and I doubt anyone is even gonna read this post or if they do, I doubt they'd make it this far. I'm gonna skip ahead to grade 12.
My parents randomly decided to move me downstairs into a big room. It used to be the dinning room and it was always cold in there. Near the end of the second semester, when Covid started affecting my city and schooling was going to be online, I moved out. It was kinda like getting kicked out but I didn't have any complaints. I wanted out already. I moved in with Mat (ex brother) and his fiance and kid. Things were good and I thought that I had no more problems to deal with. I was finally free.
Nope. Wasn't free. I lasted about a month before I moved out of his place. For a few reasons. Reason number 1, He's an asshole and manipulates people. Reason number 2, He expected my first month pay to be $1,200. Which I couldn't afford. Most I could give him was $800 and that's with not spending ANY money at all. Reason number 3, he lied to me about being on a lease. Number 4, When I mentioned that I was thinking about moving out (I thought I was on the lease) he threatened me with a lawsuit. I told him that I wouldn't move out right away's and that it would probably be in a month or 2. I was going to find him a proper good roommate and then move. Nope. He decided to be an ass. Reason number 5, he got me addicted to vaping. Reason number 6, I found out that he also sexually abused my younger sister. Once I got confirmation that I wasn't on the lease, I told my parents and same day, I moved in with my cousin Chelle. With my aunt's permission of course. I paid for the month I was there and left. Mat chapter of my life, done.
The months where I lived with my cousin were the best time of my life. From May to the end of July, we lived with my aunt and on August 4th, we moved out into our very own apartment. Since then, the only problems I have every now and then is just work and mental health. Things have been good up until now.
We have a problem with our upstairs neighbor who happens to be my "grandpa". He constantly plays music that can be heard throughout out entire apartment and it's hard to sleep. We left him 2 notes, one in August and one September. Didn't listen. We called out landlord and he talked to him 3 times. He didn't listen. Then our landlord told us that if he doesn't stop, call the RCMP. So we did. I told my sister because she comes to my house after school and then she told my mom who told my dad. They were both LIVID. They were demanding that I apologize to him immediately which of course, I didn't. It got so bad that I had to leave the room and have my cousin send voice messages telling them off. I'm gonna make this part short and cut out a lot of things, but I ended up getting kicked from the group chat and the only one who stood up for me, was my brother Alex. He said, "If they abandon you, they lose me too." My brother is timid but he stood by me when I needed him to and I love him so much for that. He also said in the family group chat, "We already lost Mat. I don't want to lose (M/N) too". Before i was kicked, My cousin gave them my number and told them that once they want to be adults about this, then call me or text me.
So that last part happened today, and I stayed up late typing this all and yes, it might be confusing but I left out a lot of stuff only because this post is so long but if anyone reads this far and has questions, then message me either here or on Instagram or Snapchat.
Another part I didn't mention is that my dad is emotionally and mentally abusing. He is such an ass to my mom but no matter what they do or say, I'll never stop loving them because yes, I was a difficult child to raise but their my parents no matter what.
If you made it this far and cared to read this then thank you. I only made this because my friend said it would be a good way to get advice. I'm also bad with grammar and explaining things but I tried. The title isn't very interesting so I doubt anyone will read it.
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2020.10.15 21:05 Sexisforkids My mom sleeping nude

Hey guys I just wanted to ask y’all what to do or any excuses I can say because yesterday when I was sleeping like at 3 my mom woke me up to ask me why I had porn and nudes and more stuff saved in my phone I didn’t know what was happening because I was half asleep but then I realized she checked my phone while I was sleeping and she also didn’t know I had Instagram because when I was 11 I had it but something similar happened and she told me not to get Instagram until I get older but I been having it just been deleting the app and more but yes she found out I have Instagram because of a ss i took i deleted the ss but forgot to delete it completely and yes she went to get food but she’s gonna come back to have a talk with her and I don’t know what to do like I’m very scared and it’s very awkward and sad
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2020.10.12 22:31 AModernDayOrion My mom sleeping nude

So, over the weekend my group and I got together and I ran three film reroll games (we did use GURPS for the record) for them. One on Friday, on Saturday, and the final one on Sunday. We gamed for about 20 hours in total. It was such an amazing weekend, and it was so much fun. The movies we did were: A Nightmare on Elm Street, Pumpkinhead, and The Evil Dead.
I wanted to share our games with y’all and so I will be doing a recap of them here on the subreddit. Here is the first one we did on Friday.

A Nightmare on Elm Street – Total game time – 8 & ½ hours
Tina finds herself walking around a darkened boiler room. There is steam filling the air as the leaky pipes make the surroundings wet and uncomfortable. As she walks through the twisting corridors she runs into a lone sheep. Tina cautiously reaches out to pet the animal but stepping out of the shadows the sheep’s face is revealed to be bat-like and it lunges to bite her. Barely pulling her hand away in time Tina runs deeper into the boiler room. She comes upon a workbench with many weird gloves on it and a lengthy figure in shadows appears and lunges at her.
Tina wakes up in her bed with a start and is confronted by her dismissive mother. She notices that there are four parallel cuts along the front of her nightgown. Tina quickly jumps out of bed and begins to write down her nightmare as best she can, but she is not the best English student.
The next morning Tina meets up with her best friend Nancy and Nancy’s boyfriend Glenn. As they drive to school Tina shows her friends the torn-up nightgown and her dream writings. Nancy and Glenn agree to stay over at Tina’s that night to give her peace of mind. Rod arrives and confronts the group. Tina is not ready to forgive Rod for his misdoings and he storms off shortly before school begins. The trio continue to talk and realized they all dreamt of the same guy and Glenn wants to look into shared dreaming more.
In classes throughout the day, the teens each have some experiences. Glenn talks to his anthropology teacher about cultures with shared dreams and discovers a story of a tribe in Indonesia that did just that. The tribe in question disappeared in a massacre like event that was attributed to a civil war. All villagers disappeared without a trace except for one boy in a coma. That boy never woke up until he died of a heart attack in his 70s.
Tina was in art class and having dozed off she began to draw a childlike drawing of Freddy. The teacher was surprised by this, but let it go as the teacher was new to Springwood. Nancy was in a different art class and while wide awake made a sculpture of Freddy. One well enough that the teacher noticed it and became ghost white. He quickly told her he was going to take her sculpture to the archives to catalog it and then disappeared into the crowded halls before Nancy could stop him.
That night the trio hangs out at Tina’s and just like the movie Glenn gives a hilarious Sound FX tape performance and convinces his mother that he is at his cousin's Barry’s house.
(Fun fact: We decided that the Reroll’s version of E.T. was this universes version of the ’82 film. So, since Glenn’s cousin was named Barry, his player decided that his cousin was a huge pain to be around since the movie came out due to his now inflated ego.)
As the teens talk and laugh, they hear a screeching sound coming from outside. Nancy and Glenn move to lock the back door only to have Rod show up and scare them. He pushes his way and tries to take Tina into the back bedroom. Nancy convinces Rod to wait in the master bedroom as she talks to Tina for a minute first.
Nancy tries to get Tina to not forgive Rod and she agrees. When Glenn hears Rod snoring in the bedroom as he and the girls decide to just leave Rod to sleep it off and they all go back to Nancy’s house. Glenn crit succeeds in a rose picking scrounge and gives Nancy a pristine rose that makes Nancy start to think she is in love. They sleep through the night with only mild Freddy nightmares/cameos between them and awake unscathed in the morning chalking the previous nightmare event up to Tina’s imagination.
Tina decides to call Rod at her house while Glenn goes home to change clothes and Nancy speaks to her mother. Tina is surprised when a strange man answers the phone and identifies himself as a police officer. As they talk Lt. Thompson gets wind that his daughter may be involved and grabs the phone from Sgt. Parker and asks Tina where she is. Tina in a panic tells the truth and the Lt. rushes to his daughter. When he arrives, he embraces Nancy and informs them that Rod was dead and that the teens would need to go to the police station to answer some questions. As they go to leave, Lt. Thompson yells at Marge Thompson about letting Nancy near a delinquent like Lane.
The teens get interrogated at the police station and Tina is to wait on her mom and boyfriend to return from their trip. Nancy offers to have Tina stay with her and they all agree. Glenn and his dad get into a huge argument about the incident and Nancy charms her dad into giving her some extra details about the murder.
Nancy asks her mother to stop by the school so that she can get the homework assignments for her, Tina, and Glenn for the next few days. While there she decides to go check on her art project that was mysteriously taken away from her. The secretary mentioned an old room near the boiler room of the school that used to be called the archives more than a decade prior but was now just a storage area. Nancy found the room and upon investigating found a caged off section with shelves of drawings and sculptures of Freddy in various states of destroyed. Her sculpture had been smashed on the ground. Unable to get into the area she returned to her mother and Tina.
When the women arrived home, Nancy ran across the street to check on Glenn and give him his homework. Glenn, still in an argument with his father, ran outside to meet Nancy and the two went and hid around the house. They discussed the events that they knew and in a romantic scene kissed one another. They both did badly on their rolls and Nancy fell over. Glenn and Nancy walked back to Nancy’s house. Marge was trying her best to console the kids and made them each a tea. Glenn, being exhausted from the long argument with his father, nodded off and found the living room empty and dark. There were fall leaves everywhere and falling from the ceiling. He heard his name whispered from upstairs and followed the voice. In Nancy’s room, he found the rose he had picked for her on the wall by her door. A petal fell off in front of him as he saw a seductive Nancy on her bed. He walks over to her and she throws him on to the bed and begins to kiss him. Then in a scene pulled directly from Joey in dream warriors Nancy’s tongue elongates and is spit out to tie him to the bed frames. As Freddy begins to play with Glenn in the dream world, Nancy and Tina notice Glenn shaking in the waking world. His nose starts to bleed, and Nancy tries to awaken him. Glenn is stabbed in the chest (though barely) and Nancy and Tina are able to rouse him from his dream. Glenn looks down in pain and notices a rose petal on his shoe.
Seeing the four wounds appear on Glenn’s chest, Marge panics and rushes to the kitchen to get some more drink. Nancy follows demanding answers and Marge tells her of Freddy Krueger. She tells that Krueger killed Nancy’s older brother when she was too young to remember. Not believing her mother, Nancy demands proof. Marge takes the children downstairs and shows the glove in the boiler.
Glenn faints from a failed fright check and finds himself in his bedroom watching Ms. Nude America (just like in the actual movie) and his mother walks in. They talk and Glenn begins to wonder if any of the past few days were real. Then the gloved hand shoots out of his bed and begins to pull him down. Glen begins to bend painfully in half in front of Nancy, Tina, and Marge. Marge takes the glove in a panic and runs upstairs and throws it in her closet. Tina tries to find a first aid kit to help and Nancy stays with Glenn.
Nancy is able to wake Glenn up just before Freddy can repeat the movie kill and Glenn now in bad shape is struggling to stay alive. Nancy remembers a medkit under her kitchen sink and runs for it, only to find a bottle of half drank whiskey in its place. She returns to Glenn’s side and tells him she loves him before he succumbs to his wounds.
Tina had called 9-1-1 at this point and Lt. Thompson is first to arrive on the scene. He tries to be comforting while also doing his job but doesn’t do great. Nancy now in a steely-eyed trance decides to find a way to end this nightmare and leaves with Tina. Sgt. Garcia has also arrived and noticed Tina filch the Lt.’s gun. Tina tosses the gun back when confronted and runs off the jump into Glenn’s car with Nancy. Lt. Thompson and Garcia speak briefly, and the Lt. lets slip that he was part of the group that killed Freddy. Finally noticing his daughter is missing. He runs outside to see the girls turn down a street in the distance.
Lt. Thompson calls dispatch for an APB and upon a crit fail contacts roll is connected to Jeff.
(We figured that with it being 1984, only 5 years after the events of Halloween 2, (and hopefully Halloween 3 soon) Jeff would have moved to Springwood to get away from the craziness of Haddonfield)
Jeff tries to get the right information, but Jeff’s the whole this up and puts out an APB on the wrong car. More on that in a minute. Garcia thinks that Marge is too hysterical and has her taken to Westin Hills for evaluation. Lt. Thompson does not fight this.
The girls drive over to Nancy’s dad’s apartment and break into his gun safe to arm themselves. Afterwards, they run by the public library and Nancy looks through the microfilm to learn more about Freddy. When she discovers that most of the articles have been redacted, she confronts the librarian. The librarian panics and lies badly to her, telling her it must have been a mistake or a bad copy or something. Nancy, fed up with all the lies, pulls a gun on the elderly woman giving her a heart attack in the process.
Meanwhile, Tina returns briefly to her home and finds the remains of the crime scene. She takes the drawing she had made of Freddy and burns it and her whole house down.
Lt. Thompson and Sgt. Garcia drives around and looks for the girls. They have a long conversation about daughters, and we discover that Garcia has an adoptive daughter (Sara) that he is trying his best to raise. Garcia makes a snarky remark about Nancy’s mental state and Thompson slams on the brakes and threatens the Sgt. When other drivers begin to honk at him, Thompson brandishes his gun to get them to stop. Before the situation can escalate further the men receive a call from Jeff that they found the car.
When the officers arrive, they discover that Jeff pulled over a blue truck with two men of color driving. The Sgt. rips into Jeff for the error and Lt. Thompson puts out another APB.
It doesn’t take long for the new APB to hit paydirt as the officers are informed that the girls were spotted at the public library.
The officers catch up to the girls as they are leaving the library and a car chase ensues. The chase goes to the old abandoned factory outside of town and the girls stop there to run inside. Nancy makes it in, and Tina has Garcia right on her heels. As Garcia lunges for Tina he crit fails his roll and dives headfirst into the metal door, knocking himself out.
Nancy and Tina run to a platform in the middle of the burnt-out area of the boiler room and make rolls to force themselves to fall asleep. The ruling was they had to succeed on a will roll and then fail an HT roll with the margin of success on the will making the HT roll harder. Nancy manages to fall asleep clutching the shotgun and Tina crit succeeds her HT roll and so cannot fall asleep naturally. Tina, wanting badly to enter the dream world, runs to the door of the factory. Lt. Thompson has been banging on the door trying to get in when Tina opens it and points a gun at the Lt. and tells him to “Tase me!” Lt. Thompson intimidates the young girl and runs past her. Tina, undeterred takes Garcia’s taser and tases herself into unconsciousness.
Garcia finds himself in the boiler room labyrinth and wanders for a few minutes before finding a shotgun packing Nancy pulling a Joz played Laurie Strode and yelling for the “fucker to show himself.”
Tina awakens in a body of water and after servicing, finds herself in a cold boiler. The pipes begin to heat up quickly and Tina barely manages to escape. She finds the same workbench from her first dream and finds Freddy there waiting. She tries to stand up to him, but to no avail as Freddy quickly eviscerates her.
Nancy and Garcia hear Tina’s scream and run to meet him. They each open fire and only Garcia hits. Freddy, unfazed, advances. Nancy tries to take away Freddy’s powers by standing up to him (my player later admitted she was using meta-knowledge here) and it was starting to work. But, in the waking world Lt. Thompson tried to wake up his daughter and succeed to pull her out of her dream, breaking the effect.
Lt. Thompson embraced his daughter who told her father of the struggle with Freddy in her dream and then proceeded to bash her head against the steel floor to knock herself back out. Lt. Thompson, finally believing his daughter decides to do the same and has a harder time knocking himself out.
Nancy returns to the dream and finds Freddy squaring off with Garcia. Nancy tackles Freddy, but Freddy manages to catch her by the throat. Lt. Thompson finally knocks himself out and enters the dream world. He sees his daughter held by Krueger and tries to talk him into letting her go. Freddy humors it for a moment but keeps his glove level with Nancy’s throat.
Garcia, seeing an opening, charges at Freddy, but with a crit fail ends up running into Nancy and jams her neck into Freddy’s blades and causes her to be decapitated.
Lt. Thompson is frozen in terror and so Freddy attacks Garcia ripping his chest open. Then turning his attention to Thompson, Freddy decides he’d rather allow the torment to continue for the man who organized his initial death and wakes Thompson up.
Lt. Thompson comes to on the floor of the factory next to the bloody decapitated corpse of his daughter and near the dead bodies of Tina and Garcia. Sirens closing in the distance. Due to his violent actions with Garcia and angry conversation with his wife earlier, Thompson makes a roll and decides that his life has been destroyed. Both of his children are dead, his wife (whom he still loved) is in an asylum, and he will likely be thrown in prison for the murders, decides to give us a very dark ending, and turn his shotgun on himself.
The film ends with the camera panning back over the chaos of the boiler room as police officers run into the factory. They yell “Lt. put the gun down. Do it. No don’t!” and we smash cut to black as we hear a shotgun discharge.
fin

And that was my group's version of A Nightmare on Elm Street
I’m thinking about running a sequel were Garcia’s daughter returns to Springwood 10 years later to discover the truth about her father’s death. She would likely be joined by either some local teens who are trying to get their Scooby-Doo on or a documentary film crew trying to cover the story of the crazy police officer.
I will be posting the recaps for Pumpkinhead and The Evil Dead as soon as I am able to get them written out.
I hope y’all enjoy these as much as we all enjoyed running them.
Happy Halloween month everyone!
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2020.10.11 21:43 tiktokboy Mom sleeping nude my

this is going to be really long but i really need help. i’m a freshman in highschool. i live in a abusive home. i’ve never had a great relationship with my parents but im really on edge right now. my parents are both southeast asian immigrants, which are stereotyped as extremely strict, and they are. it wasnt always this way but its built up really bad over the years and now i have no idea what to do. i want to talk to my school counselor about everything thats going on but i want to explain the whole story to y’all so i can have an idea for what might happen. im not completely innocent in this whole story either but neither is anyone else in this family.
i’m 14 years old and bisexual. nobody in my family knows my sexual orientation. i used to live with my grandparents in kindergarten and moved to live with my parents and sisters in 1st grade. i have 2 older sisters and a brother. my half sister(in her late 20s now), my other sister (18 now), n my baby brother (1 year old). my dad has an insane temper and my mom is extremely controlling. both of them are racist, homophobic, and ignorant. they both have this mindset that the parent is on a higher level than the child and that the child has to follow and listen to whatever the parent says regardless of what it is. the rest of my family does not live in the same town as me and are extremely judgmental. i only get along with my sister(18) sometimes and 2 cousins. theres been abuse in other parts of my family too. my whole bloodline is fucked up.
my half sister is the outcast of my family. she didnt get along w my parents either and in 2nd grade she ran away. she came back in a cop car to get all her things and got in a big argument with my dad and was escorted out. the last time i saw her was 3rd grade at my grandpa’s funeral. and i cant remember exactly what year but it was around this era, but my parents, sister(18) ,and i were driving home from a family event and my sister and i were sleeping in the backseat. we woke up because my parents were arguing but they were speaking khmer and im not fluent so i wasnt sure what they said. my dad stopped the car, started hitting my mom, grabbing her , and tried to push her out of the car.
5th grade was the peak of my life. i had such a great group of friends and i was a popular girl. i didnt have a phone tho and i got social media that year on my ipad. (this is gonna play a big role in my life)
in 6th grade i stole my dad’s credit card and tried to buy a phone so i could talk to my friends since my ipad had been broken and i wasnt allowed to go out. i was beaten badly and i honestly did deserve it. i had also gotten into trouble at school for vaping and begged the assistant principal to not tell my dad and explained that he was abusive and she hinted to my dad that i told him that so he wouldnt hit me and then next day when she checked my body for bruises and found nothing she probably thought i was lying. i also told the counselor about my parents domestic violence that year too and nothing was done. i had started to become messy and unable to take care of myself. it was hard to get up and shower most days.
7th grade i got a phone and i was a social media addict. i gained popularity because of social media and i met a guy who was in 9th grade(11th now) and started dating him (worst mistake of my life) he kept asking me for nudes, really only wanted me for sex and because i was pretty & played basketball. we broke up 2 years ago but somehow he still affects me. i ended up sending him nudes later on 8th grade year and boy did that body dysmorphia hit. i was hospitalized for 2-3 days in the hospital for severe anemia, pica, and abnormal periods. i had to ride in an ambulance and the hospital bill was so expensive and my dad got so mad. he acted like i wanted it to happen and i wanted to get sick, when my half sister had anemia too and i was just born it with. in the summer after 7th grade, my baby brother was born.
in 8th grade i was trying to figure out who i wanted to be. i sent nudes to 2 (at the time) 9th graders and was convinced boys will only want you for sex. but i allowed myself to be used like that because i craved the attention because i was not getting it from my parents. then it happened. it was thanksgiving day. we didnt celebrate this year so it was basically a regular old day for us. long story short, my dad had beaten my mom so bad that day both her eyes were swollen shut and she couldnt show her face at work for over a month. i had told my half sister over instagram dm’s about it & a friend. my half sister was so angry and appalled but she decided not to contact authorities so my friend called the police to do a wellness check on my mom for me because i was so scared and she asked for it to be anonymous. the police came, told my mom that her daughter asked for a wellness check, and my mom guilt tripped me and got mad that i tried to call the police. i debated on going to the counselor but after many failed attempts i just gave up and decided to move on. i hadn’t taken any of my prescribed medicines for my anemia for almost a year because my dad hadn’t gone to refill them and i could feel the symptoms on my anemia coming back. since the incident of my dad almost beating my mom to death i lost focus in school. covid-19 had been very difficult for me because as an asian individual i started to face even more racism at school and in public. i started to lose self worth. i had trouble concentrating and i was trying so hard for it not to show on my report card, and it didnt. i got in trouble for cheating and my dad was called. when i came home my parents were rummaging through my messy room. i was in big trouble. then school closed because of quarantine. i slept in the living room for almost 3 weeks. i became suicidal because there was no escape from home at school anymore. i was home 24/7 and i felt anxious. i wrote a suicide note and overdosed. it didnt work because my body threw it all up while i was passed out. i was not taken to the hospital and my sister cried so hard. i felt so guilty. i started replacing my self harm scars with stick and pokes instead because i wouldnt want to slice artwork on my arms. i started doing drugs. only nicotine and marijuana, nothing more. my sister(18) had left town so my cousin could teacher her how to drive so i was stuck babysitting my brother almost all hours of the day. i was mentally exhausted. i would cry on the bathroom floor every night. i would rearrange my room often to have a sense of change and new environment. i dyed my hair. then my sister came back and i went out of town for a week. only 1 week. the whole summer, quarantined.
the week i left my house to go see my family out of town was the week school started. 9th grade. i did school online because of covid and i had to spend my birthday doing school. nobody in my family knew it was my birthday and my uncle even degraded me on my birthday because i looked “emo” because i had a strip of my hair red. i came back home and begged my dad to let me go to school in person because i just wasnt learning online. he let me go back and school was so difficult. i had no interest in learning, except in principles of health science because my teacher made that class fun. one day at home, long story short, my glasses were broken. my dad grabbed my hair and started called me useless and waste of money and started holding the hospital bills over my head again. we got in a really big fight because he was accusing me of breaking them on purpose. a friend gave me contacts i could have and tried to get me to talk to the counselor but i pussied out. my dad didnt talk to me for almost 2 months and only acknowledged my mom, sister, and brother. i feel uncomfortable at home around him or near him. yesterday my mom and dad found out i smoked and they ransacked my room and threw away many things that made me happy. i have to sleep in their room now and am not allowed to be by myself anymore. my dad threatened to kill me and was grabbing my hair and face and he left a scratch on my nose. im realizing that i need help. i need threapy. i need rehab. i do not want to continue drugs. i do not want to continue tattooing myself/ piercing in place of cutting. i want to be removed from my household but i worry about sending my parents to jail because my sister is in college and needs support and my baby brother needs a mom and dad. i have a picture of my mom from the night my dad beat her badly and my half sister & sister can confirm that he has had a violent past. but im not sure if thats enough. and what if this attempt fails too and im stuck in this household and they find out i tried to turn them in? what would happen if i told the school counselor about this because im scared.
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this is going to be really long but i really need help. i’m a freshman in highschool. i live in a abusive home. i’ve never had a great relationship with my parents but im really on edge right now. my parents are both southeast asian immigrants, which are stereotyped as extremely strict, and they are. it wasnt always this way but its built up really bad over the years and now i have no idea what to do. i want to talk to my school counselor about everything thats going on but i want to explain the whole story to y’all so i can have an idea for what might happen. im not completely innocent in this whole story either but neither is anyone else in this family.
i’m 14 years old and bisexual. nobody in my family knows my sexual orientation. i used to live with my grandparents in kindergarten and moved to live with my parents and sisters in 1st grade. i have 2 older sisters and a brother. my half sister(in her late 20s now), my other sister (18 now), n my baby brother (1 year old). my dad has an insane temper and my mom is extremely controlling. both of them are racist, homophobic, and ignorant. they both have this mindset that the parent is on a higher level than the child and that the child has to follow and listen to whatever the parent says regardless of what it is. the rest of my family does not live in the same town as me and are extremely judgmental. i only get along with my sister(18) sometimes and 2 cousins. theres been abuse in other parts of my family too. my whole bloodline is fucked up.
my half sister is the outcast of my family. she didnt get along w my parents either and in 2nd grade she ran away. she came back in a cop car to get all her things and got in a big argument with my dad and was escorted out. the last time i saw her was 3rd grade at my grandpa’s funeral. and i cant remember exactly what year but it was around this era, but my parents, sister(18) ,and i were driving home from a family event and my sister and i were sleeping in the backseat. we woke up because my parents were arguing but they were speaking khmer and im not fluent so i wasnt sure what they said. my dad stopped the car, started hitting my mom, grabbing her , and tried to push her out of the car.
5th grade was the peak of my life. i had such a great group of friends and i was a popular girl. i didnt have a phone tho and i got social media that year on my ipad. (this is gonna play a big role in my life)
in 6th grade i stole my dad’s credit card and tried to buy a phone so i could talk to my friends since my ipad had been broken and i wasnt allowed to go out. i was beaten badly and i honestly did deserve it. i had also gotten into trouble at school for vaping and begged the assistant principal to not tell my dad and explained that he was abusive and she hinted to my dad that i told him that so he wouldnt hit me and then next day when she checked my body for bruises and found nothing she probably thought i was lying. i also told the counselor about my parents domestic violence that year too and nothing was done. i had started to become messy and unable to take care of myself. it was hard to get up and shower most days.
7th grade i got a phone and i was a social media addict. i gained popularity because of social media and i met a guy who was in 9th grade(11th now) and started dating him (worst mistake of my life) he kept asking me for nudes, really only wanted me for sex and because i was pretty & played basketball. we broke up 2 years ago but somehow he still affects me. i ended up sending him nudes later on 8th grade year and boy did that body dysmorphia hit. i was hospitalized for 2-3 days in the hospital for severe anemia, pica, and abnormal periods. i had to ride in an ambulance and the hospital bill was so expensive and my dad got so mad. he acted like i wanted it to happen and i wanted to get sick, when my half sister had anemia too and i was just born it with. in the summer after 7th grade, my baby brother was born.
in 8th grade i was trying to figure out who i wanted to be. i sent nudes to 2 (at the time) 9th graders and was convinced boys will only want you for sex. but i allowed myself to be used like that because i craved the attention because i was not getting it from my parents. then it happened. it was thanksgiving day. we didnt celebrate this year so it was basically a regular old day for us. long story short, my dad had beaten my mom so bad that day both her eyes were swollen shut and she couldnt show her face at work for over a month. i had told my half sister over instagram dm’s about it & a friend. my half sister was so angry and appalled but she decided not to contact authorities so my friend called the police to do a wellness check on my mom for me because i was so scared and she asked for it to be anonymous. the police came, told my mom that her daughter asked for a wellness check, and my mom guilt tripped me and got mad that i tried to call the police. i debated on going to the counselor but after many failed attempts i just gave up and decided to move on. i hadn’t taken any of my prescribed medicines for my anemia for almost a year because my dad hadn’t gone to refill them and i could feel the symptoms on my anemia coming back. since the incident of my dad almost beating my mom to death i lost focus in school. covid-19 had been very difficult for me because as an asian individual i started to face even more racism at school and in public. i started to lose self worth. i had trouble concentrating and i was trying so hard for it not to show on my report card, and it didnt. i got in trouble for cheating and my dad was called. when i came home my parents were rummaging through my messy room. i was in big trouble. then school closed because of quarantine. i slept in the living room for almost 3 weeks. i became suicidal because there was no escape from home at school anymore. i was home 24/7 and i felt anxious. i wrote a suicide note and overdosed. it didnt work because my body threw it all up while i was passed out. i was not taken to the hospital and my sister cried so hard. i felt so guilty. i started replacing my self harm scars with stick and pokes instead because i wouldnt want to slice artwork on my arms. i started doing drugs. only nicotine and marijuana, nothing more. my sister(18) had left town so my cousin could teacher her how to drive so i was stuck babysitting my brother almost all hours of the day. i was mentally exhausted. i would cry on the bathroom floor every night. i would rearrange my room often to have a sense of change and new environment. i dyed my hair. then my sister came back and i went out of town for a week. only 1 week. the whole summer, quarantined.
the week i left my house to go see my family out of town was the week school started. 9th grade. i did school online because of covid and i had to spend my birthday doing school. nobody in my family knew it was my birthday and my uncle even degraded me on my birthday because i looked “emo” because i had a strip of my hair red. i came back home and begged my dad to let me go to school in person because i just wasnt learning online. he let me go back and school was so difficult. i had no interest in learning, except in principles of health science because my teacher made that class fun. one day at home, long story short, my glasses were broken. my dad grabbed my hair and started called me useless and waste of money and started holding the hospital bills over my head again. we got in a really big fight because he was accusing me of breaking them on purpose. a friend gave me contacts i could have and tried to get me to talk to the counselor but i pussied out. my dad didnt talk to me for almost 2 months and only acknowledged my mom, sister, and brother. i feel uncomfortable at home around him or near him. yesterday my mom and dad found out i smoked and they ransacked my room and threw away many things that made me happy. i have to sleep in their room now and am not allowed to be by myself anymore. my dad threatened to kill me and was grabbing my hair and face and he left a scratch on my nose. im realizing that i need help. i need threapy. i need rehab. i do not want to continue drugs. i do not want to continue tattooing myself/ piercing in place of cutting. i want to be removed from my household but i worry about sending my parents to jail because sarina is in college and needs support and my baby brother needs a mom and dad. i have a picture of my mom from the night my dad beat her badly and my half sister & sister can confirm that he has had a violent past. but im not sure if thats enough. and what if this attempt fails too and im stuck in this household and they find out i tried to turn them in? what would happen if i told the school counselor about this because im scared.
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2020.10.11 19:08 tiktokboy My nude sleeping mom

this is going to be really long but i really need help. i’m a freshman in highschool. i live in a abusive home. i’ve never had a great relationship with my parents but im really on edge right now. my parents are both southeast asian immigrants, which are stereotyped as extremely strict, and they are. it wasnt always this way but its built up really bad over the years and now i have no idea what to do. i want to talk to my school counselor about everything thats going on but i want to explain the whole story to y’all so i can have an idea for what might happen. im not completely innocent in this whole story either but neither is anyone else in this family.
i’m 14 years old and bisexual. nobody in my family knows my sexual orientation. i used to live with my grandparents in kindergarten and moved to live with my parents and sisters in 1st grade. i have 2 older sisters and a brother. my half sister(in her late 20s now), my other sister (18 now), n my baby brother (1 year old). my dad has an insane temper and my mom is extremely controlling. both of them are racist, homophobic, and ignorant. they both have this mindset that the parent is on a higher level than the child and that the child has to follow and listen to whatever the parent says regardless of what it is. the rest of my family does not live in the same town as me and are extremely judgmental. i only get along with my sister(18) sometimes and 2 cousins. theres been abuse in other parts of my family too. my whole bloodline is fucked up.
my half sister is the outcast of my family. she didnt get along w my parents either and in 2nd grade she ran away. she came back in a cop car to get all her things and got in a big argument with my dad and was escorted out. the last time i saw her was 3rd grade at my grandpa’s funeral. and i cant remember exactly what year but it was around this era, but my parents, sister(18) ,and i were driving home from a family event and my sister and i were sleeping in the backseat. we woke up because my parents were arguing but they were speaking khmer and im not fluent so i wasnt sure what they said. my dad stopped the car, started hitting my mom, grabbing her , and tried to push her out of the car.
5th grade was the peak of my life. i had such a great group of friends and i was a popular girl. i didnt have a phone tho and i got social media that year on my ipad. (this is gonna play a big role in my life)
in 6th grade i stole my dad’s credit card and tried to buy a phone so i could talk to my friends since my ipad had been broken and i wasnt allowed to go out. i was beaten badly and i honestly did deserve it. i had also gotten into trouble at school for vaping and begged the assistant principal to not tell my dad and explained that he was abusive and she hinted to my dad that i told him that so he wouldnt hit me and then next day when she checked my body for bruises and found nothing she probably thought i was lying. i also told the counselor about my parents domestic violence that year too and nothing was done. i had started to become messy and unable to take care of myself. it was hard to get up and shower most days.
7th grade i got a phone and i was a social media addict. i gained popularity because of social media and i met a guy who was in 9th grade(11th now) and started dating him (worst mistake of my life) he kept asking me for nudes, really only wanted me for sex and because i was pretty & played basketball. we broke up 2 years ago but somehow he still affects me. i ended up sending him nudes later on 8th grade year and boy did that body dysmorphia hit. i was hospitalized for 2-3 days in the hospital for severe anemia, pica, and abnormal periods. i had to ride in an ambulance and the hospital bill was so expensive and my dad got so mad. he acted like i wanted it to happen and i wanted to get sick, when my half sister had anemia too and i was just born it with. in the summer after 7th grade, my baby brother was born.
in 8th grade i was trying to figure out who i wanted to be. i sent nudes to 2 (at the time) 9th graders and was convinced boys will only want you for sex. but i allowed myself to be used like that because i craved the attention because i was not getting it from my parents. then it happened. it was thanksgiving day. we didnt celebrate this year so it was basically a regular old day for us. long story short, my dad had beaten my mom so bad that day both her eyes were swollen shut and she couldnt show her face at work for over a month. i had told my half sister over instagram dm’s about it & a friend. my half sister was so angry and appalled but she decided not to contact authorities so my friend called the police to do a wellness check on my mom for me because i was so scared and she asked for it to be anonymous. the police came, told my mom that her daughter asked for a wellness check, and my mom guilt tripped me and got mad that i tried to call the police. i debated on going to the counselor but after many failed attempts i just gave up and decided to move on. i hadn’t taken any of my prescribed medicines for my anemia for almost a year because my dad hadn’t gone to refill them and i could feel the symptoms on my anemia coming back. since the incident of my dad almost beating my mom to death i lost focus in school. covid-19 had been very difficult for me because as an asian individual i started to face even more racism at school and in public. i started to lose self worth. i had trouble concentrating and i was trying so hard for it not to show on my report card, and it didnt. i got in trouble for cheating and my dad was called. when i came home my parents were rummaging through my messy room. i was in big trouble. then school closed because of quarantine. i slept in the living room for almost 3 weeks. i became suicidal because there was no escape from home at school anymore. i was home 24/7 and i felt anxious. i wrote a suicide note and overdosed. it didnt work because my body threw it all up while i was passed out. i was not taken to the hospital and my sister cried so hard. i felt so guilty. i started replacing my self harm scars with stick and pokes instead because i wouldnt want to slice artwork on my arms. i started doing drugs. only nicotine and marijuana, nothing more. my sister(18) had left town so my cousin could teacher her how to drive so i was stuck babysitting my brother almost all hours of the day. i was mentally exhausted. i would cry on the bathroom floor every night. i would rearrange my room often to have a sense of change and new environment. i dyed my hair. then my sister came back and i went out of town for a week. only 1 week. the whole summer, quarantined.
the week i left my house to go see my family out of town was the week school started. 9th grade. i did school online because of covid and i had to spend my birthday doing school. nobody in my family knew it was my birthday and my uncle even degraded me on my birthday because i looked “emo” because i had a strip of my hair red. i came back home and begged my dad to let me go to school in person because i just wasnt learning online. he let me go back and school was so difficult. i had no interest in learning, except in principles of health science because my teacher made that class fun. one day at home, long story short, my glasses were broken. my dad grabbed my hair and started called me useless and waste of money and started holding the hospital bills over my head again. we got in a really big fight because he was accusing me of breaking them on purpose. a friend gave me contacts i could have and tried to get me to talk to the counselor but i pussied out. my dad didnt talk to me for almost 2 months and only acknowledged my mom, sister, and brother. i feel uncomfortable at home around him or near him. yesterday my mom and dad found out i smoked and they ransacked my room and threw away many things that made me happy. i have to sleep in their room now and am not allowed to be by myself anymore. my dad threatened to kill me and was grabbing my hair and face and he left a scratch on my nose. im realizing that i need help. i need threapy. i need rehab. i do not want to continue drugs. i do not want to continue tattooing myself/ piercing in place of cutting. i want to be removed from my household but i worry about sending my parents to jail because sarina is in college and needs support and my baby brother needs a mom and dad. i have a picture of my mom from the night my dad beat her badly and my half sister & sister can confirm that he has had a violent past. but im not sure if thats enough. and what if this attempt fails too and im stuck in this household and they find out i tried to turn them in? what would happen if i told the school counselor about this because im scared.
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