I don’t want revenge, and I don’t want to forgive you either. I just want you to live with the weight of what you did to me and, one day, finally understand the pain you caused.
growing up in a house where speaking up always became an argument really does something to u.. eventually u just say “okay” even when ur angry or hurt. then u grow up & people think ur calm, when really u just don’t know how to ask to be heard without feeling like ur in trouble.
Everyone’s all about “supporting the disabled” until a woman with CPTSD doesn’t respond in the “right” tone during a meltdown
Then suddenly, all that understanding seems to disappear.