[ SECRET POST #3621 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3621 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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[Daredevil]


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Grace and Frankie (TV Series 2015– )


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06. [SPOILERS for Occultic;Nine]



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07. [SPOILERS for "Oyasumi Punpun"]
[WARNING for discussion of suicide]















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Comments

Re: Inspired by the above

[soldatsasha]

I do have a horror story! I got jumped because of my therapist! Not really hist fault, though.

When I was 15 or 16 I'd pretty much "run away" from where I'd been living before, and I was living with a couple friends.

My friends and I were... not good people. Sex, drugs, violence, they were in a gang, I rode with one of them a lot. Anyway somehow it got out at school that he was using me for sex, which is kind of oversimplifying but whatever, and that got around to the staff who was super-duper concerned and they made me talk to a counselor once a week. This is where I actually learned I had PTSD, so that was good I guess. But of course the counselor wanted me to tell him all about the situation I was living in, about my friends, what neighborhood, was there other illegal things going on, etc.

I nver gave him much concrete info. He was pretty nice, I think he genuinely wanted to help me, but it's not like I could have said "yeah my adult friend and I did *crime* last night and then we went home and got high and fucked, two things which are also a crime, but don't worry I'm in a MUCH BETTER situation than I would be if you reported this to CPS and the cops." So, I just kind of bullshitted through all the sessions.

But, the fact that I was "talking" to someone outside got back to the gang and some of their people were waiting for me in our apartment when I got home after school one day. I don't think my friends were there, but maybe? They fucked me up pretty good!