
ThinkTechnical
Permanently silenced
- Feb 8, 2023
- 11
Hello everyone. I just joined, and while usually I would never make a post like this, I know inside that a large part of the reason I joined at all is because I felt the need to say all of this.
I'm not looking for help, necessarily. I feel like nothing can really help me other than simply having somewhere to speak without fear. I've said a lot of this in my bio already, but I think I should probably explain more in a post.
I don't trust that I can talk to my friends. They like to say I'm cute and adorable and that I'm one of them, but they seem too willing to say stuff like that... if they're lying, telling them anything could just end up making my life far worse. And if I talk to my family I know that I'll get hurt...
My step-brother is who I fear the most. He's large and intimidating, and he's raped me more times than I can count. Anytime I tried to resist before, he'd slap me repeatedly until he left marks all over my face, threaten my life, and physically hold me down anyway. The next part I'm going to spoiler tag because I'm not sure if it's verging on NSFW, but it's the part I hate the most. I can't bear not talking about it in some way.
He'd then make my wear one of my hoodies with the hood up to cover my face so that my parents wouldn't see any marks on my face, and speaking of my parents... they're not always terrible, but they fight all the time... as in literally, every single night. They're also very controlling. They keep saying that I'm allowed to go out whenever I want, but as soon as I ask to, they invent some kind of job or work I need to do for them so that I can't. Aside from going with them to the shops once every few months, I've been only at home for 3 years. I could run away for a day... but I know for a fact there will be terrible consequences when I get back.
If I tell my parents about what my step-brother does, my step-brother will know, and I really don't want to imagine the rest. I don't want to CTB at someone else's hands as they abuse me beforehand and put me in as much pain as they can. I hate to think of that being the last thing I feel.
When I cry, I wish I could scream, but I can't because I'm mute. Communicating with anyone is difficult, and learning sign language here has gone badly for me. Finding a job with no voice is very challenging, too.
I know there are a significant number of people here who don't value life and really do believe that not living at all is what's right, or what makes the most sense, but I don't really see things that way. There are things I love in my life, there are hobbies that I have that make me happy. Every waking moment that I can spend on these, I do. I really love old computers. I've been attached to computers for years as they've helped me communicate with everyone around me, sometimes being the literal voice for me with TTS, sometimes simply displaying to people around me what I type. But for old computers in particular...They make me feel comfortable and warm like when I was young, staying inside and away from anything I disliked or feared, enjoying my time alone. When it expands to more things than just computers, it's like I'm setting a scene. Making sure everything everything visible seems to be period-accurate, making sure that I'm experiencing things as closely as I can to how things would have been in this past. A past that I kind of really do wish I could have been a part of.
There are more things that I like but this is just an example. It's less of a purpose in life, and more of a distraction perhaps... yet they make me feel like I have some reason to live. Just to enjoy myself, and feel like I'm living 20 or more years back in time, before I was even born. All I've ever really wanted was to have as much free time to myself as possible to enjoy these things, and therefore have a simple, quiet, easy life.
All I want is to live, to live with a few small comforts, most of which are considered trash by others and thrown away anyway. It doesn't seem like a lot to ask, yet it feels as though fate throws me down a flight of stairs anytime I dare to ask anything of it. It feels as though my own family does their best to make even just those wishes as hard as possible.
I've been considering whether I should CTB for years, and it used to be my long-term plan when I reached my current age. I don't feel quite as afraid for my future as I used to... but... I feel like my family is pushing me closer to the edge than I've ever been before.
I know I'm not the most pained person here, and I don't have the most dark outlook on life. My friends keep telling me that I shouldn't feel afraid to ask for help just because there are people more hurt than me, but even though I'm not really asking for help here... I'm not sure if anyone else really believes that. If anyone wants to post an opinion or comment I don't mind, but all I was really looking to do was say all of this. Venting to make up for that I can't say anything at all.
I'm not looking for help, necessarily. I feel like nothing can really help me other than simply having somewhere to speak without fear. I've said a lot of this in my bio already, but I think I should probably explain more in a post.
I don't trust that I can talk to my friends. They like to say I'm cute and adorable and that I'm one of them, but they seem too willing to say stuff like that... if they're lying, telling them anything could just end up making my life far worse. And if I talk to my family I know that I'll get hurt...
My step-brother is who I fear the most. He's large and intimidating, and he's raped me more times than I can count. Anytime I tried to resist before, he'd slap me repeatedly until he left marks all over my face, threaten my life, and physically hold me down anyway. The next part I'm going to spoiler tag because I'm not sure if it's verging on NSFW, but it's the part I hate the most. I can't bear not talking about it in some way.
The part that I hate the most is that he doesn't just use me for his own pleasure, he also goes out of his way to make sure that I feel pleasure in some way too... he'll... make sure that I finish before he does. He didn't always do this, but when he started doing this, he said he did this because if it felt nice for me I'd start to enjoy it, and stop trying to resist him. It just makes me feel that much worse, like he's crossed the line from just using me, to making me feel like he's violated my mind just as much as my body.
If I tell my parents about what my step-brother does, my step-brother will know, and I really don't want to imagine the rest. I don't want to CTB at someone else's hands as they abuse me beforehand and put me in as much pain as they can. I hate to think of that being the last thing I feel.
When I cry, I wish I could scream, but I can't because I'm mute. Communicating with anyone is difficult, and learning sign language here has gone badly for me. Finding a job with no voice is very challenging, too.
I know there are a significant number of people here who don't value life and really do believe that not living at all is what's right, or what makes the most sense, but I don't really see things that way. There are things I love in my life, there are hobbies that I have that make me happy. Every waking moment that I can spend on these, I do. I really love old computers. I've been attached to computers for years as they've helped me communicate with everyone around me, sometimes being the literal voice for me with TTS, sometimes simply displaying to people around me what I type. But for old computers in particular...They make me feel comfortable and warm like when I was young, staying inside and away from anything I disliked or feared, enjoying my time alone. When it expands to more things than just computers, it's like I'm setting a scene. Making sure everything everything visible seems to be period-accurate, making sure that I'm experiencing things as closely as I can to how things would have been in this past. A past that I kind of really do wish I could have been a part of.
There are more things that I like but this is just an example. It's less of a purpose in life, and more of a distraction perhaps... yet they make me feel like I have some reason to live. Just to enjoy myself, and feel like I'm living 20 or more years back in time, before I was even born. All I've ever really wanted was to have as much free time to myself as possible to enjoy these things, and therefore have a simple, quiet, easy life.
All I want is to live, to live with a few small comforts, most of which are considered trash by others and thrown away anyway. It doesn't seem like a lot to ask, yet it feels as though fate throws me down a flight of stairs anytime I dare to ask anything of it. It feels as though my own family does their best to make even just those wishes as hard as possible.
I've been considering whether I should CTB for years, and it used to be my long-term plan when I reached my current age. I don't feel quite as afraid for my future as I used to... but... I feel like my family is pushing me closer to the edge than I've ever been before.
I know I'm not the most pained person here, and I don't have the most dark outlook on life. My friends keep telling me that I shouldn't feel afraid to ask for help just because there are people more hurt than me, but even though I'm not really asking for help here... I'm not sure if anyone else really believes that. If anyone wants to post an opinion or comment I don't mind, but all I was really looking to do was say all of this. Venting to make up for that I can't say anything at all.