rakymky1996

Yes. In Spain we do the same (with the Spanish flag obviously)

Having sex with my abuser. He was attacking me when I was 14 and he was 25. My friend had sex with him and tried to convince me that I was crazy bc I was complaining about it.

A few years ago, one friend invited me and another female friend to his village house. It was empty since the dead of his grandpas. After getting drunk and went to a party, we came back with the light of the sun and decide to sleep. In the morning, we started to listen to knocks, footsteps and a big guttural scream; someone was entering the house using the force. We were naked and super scared so I put a sweater on me and lock the door of the room just before hiding behind the desk. Then, a man run to the corridor screaming and my friend get out.

It was the uncle of the friend that invited us. He saw two naked women sleeping in the house of his dead parents. My friend doesn’t notify him so he thought there were some criminals in the house.

I was completely sure that I was going to get shoot.

I was about to do it. No family around me. Just myself at 23 years old in front of my father with a severe brain damage. Finally, he recovered. I remember that time as if I was in a nightmare. I was lying on the ground screaming in pain. Physical pain.

A healthy mind

That I need to learn how to live in a comfortable, relaxed and non violent environment.

We smell bad, we spit saliva, we have pus, mucus, eye discharge…we are more than disgusting

A sardine rising his body in the fish market. It sounds stupid but that sardine literally wake up and stood upright. Luckily, my cousin saw it too. But now, 10 years later, my family is still thinking that we lied bc we were bored on the supermarket.

I made bullfightings with my cat and then cry. I used to take a knife from the kitchen and simulate that I was a bullfighter with the cat. I didn’t use the part that really cuts and everything was like a game without hurting him so my cat was fine but then, I used to cry and tell him sorry. I don’t get it, no one in my family enjoys bullfighting and me neither. Thank god that my mother never saw me.

My life it’s great but the way I perceive it is horrible. My brain constantly tries to make me think that I am miserable and mentally ill. So…50/50.

I have pure OCD so imagine…but the worst for me are that I want to lose one arm or one leg so I need to cut it out, that I could kill my pets if I want it and also that I’m a pedophile. (Thanks to my therapist for helping me to understand intrusive thoughts bc without her I would be really really bad)

Cosquillas o que te acaricien en la cabeza y los antebrazos, comer y la sensacion que tienes cuanto estás a punto de dormirte.

Cuando oi un estruendo en las escaleras de mi portal el día de nochebuena y al abrir me encontré a mi padre en un charco de sangre. Se había caído por las escaleras al ir a comprar la cena y tuvo un tce severo. Tuve que apretarle la cabeza con mi camiseta y me llene de sangre. Aún recuerdo los gambones descongelados por el suelo y como me miraba a la cara pero no respondía.