I lost everyone when I came out with my abuse. Some lingered more than others, but eventually they all faded until I was all alone. Dealing with someone who spent their whole life being abused and is just now learning how relationships and emotional regulation worked was too much for the other teenagers around me.
Some were actively apologists, others just afraid of dealing with someone with c-ptsd and undiagnosed autism.
Of course it hurt. Of course I felt that I was losing everything and that I would never know what it was like to exist peacefully. I was always on defense. Always afraid of the people around me. But losing everyone and being given a blank slate was ultimately the best thing for me. As much as I wanted and tried for it to be, it wasn't over.
"I've climbed this mountain a million times - and died a million more." A short comic about the relationship between a survivor and their abuser. A retelling of a childhood story I wrote.
(Pay little attention to the genres. There's no plot nor characters, just symbolism and a message.)
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Content Warnings:
> While it is not explicitly mentioned or depicted, abuse, trauma and complex PTSD is the major theme of this work. If this will bring up unwanted thoughts, please take care and skip this :)
> Blood
> Injury and death
> VERY light gore
[[ My work is not primarily intended for children as they contain non-sexual mature topics. Please understand that as you proceed and be respectful of my content. :) ]]
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