I don't like having my bum hole fingered

Every time I've ever seen anyone say "I have autism" or "I have PTSD" or "I have borderline (which can stem from PTSD" or "I have bipolar" I see you run up to them and start trying to tell them that you have that too. It's a weird thing to fucking do.

And what in the world do YOU think you have PTSD about? Spill it if you have something.

Every time I've ever seen anyone say "I have autism" or "I have PTSD" or "I have borderline (which can stem from PTSD" or "I have bipolar" I see you run up to them and start trying to tell them that you have that too. It's a weird thing to fucking do.

And what in the world do YOU think you have PTSD about? Spill it if you have something.

I was ambushed, beaten, and stabbed nearly to death when i was 25. I had a deflated lung and spent over a week in the hospital.

I was ambushed, beaten, and stabbed nearly to death when i was 25. I had a deflated lung and spent over a week in the hospital.

How did that happen? Did you know them?

How did that happen? Did you know them?

No, i was coming out of the liquor store on sky parkway across from the azure village apartments where I used to live. I was not wearing any gang related colors but these guys were all either crips or sorenos, they all had on blue and white. they took my bottle, i got beaten and stabbed almost to death over 10 dollars worth of E&J brandy.

No, i was coming out of the liquor store on sky parkway across from the azure village apartments where I used to live. I was not wearing any gang related colors but these guys were all either crips or sorenos, they all had on blue and white. they took my bottle, i got beaten and stabbed almost to death over 10 dollars worth of E&J brandy.

That sux.

Never been stabbed. Had a knife held up to me two guys with stockings on their heads and all my money and pot taken, then he started trying to walk me into my bedroom but I got to the bedroom door and wouldn't go any further, I just wouldn't back any further into the room so I leant into the knife, reached past him and turned on the light looked him in the eyes (through the stocking in his head) and just said "what are you doing?" Because the other guy had already taken my money and pot and had run away) and he looked kind of shocked then he just backed out and ran away.

And I had a loaded gun shotgun to me head once because my first fiancé was a total psycho and wanted me to watch him shoot himself but I kept running to the corner so he couldn't jump in front of me then I felt the creeps run down my spine and turned around and he was pointing it right at my head so I walked out of the corner and walked to the bathroom and locked myself in it until his parents came home because we were out at the farm.

Both of those situations were like nearly stepping on a snake... Really precarious like it makes me think of when I was a kid and walking through the bush track to school (in the olden days) and there was a brown snake across the track and I didn't see it and nearly stood on it and it shot up really quick to strike but stopped inches from my ankle and I just froze then had to really, really slowly back out of striking range, I mean REALLY SLOWLY before I could run away, or being bailed up by a pack of dogs in the bush and having to maneuver out of it somehow without setting the dogs off, which I managed somehow.

That sux.

Never been stabbed. Had a knife held up to me two guys with stockings on their heads and all my money and pot taken, then he started trying to walk me into my bedroom but I got to the bedroom door and wouldn't go any further, I just wouldn't back any further into the room so I leant into the knife, reached past him and turned on the light looked him in the eyes (through the stocking in his head) and just said "what are you doing?" Because the other guy had already taken my money and pot and had run away) and he looked kind of shocked then he just backed out and ran away.

And I had a loaded gun shotgun to me head once because my first fiancé was a total psycho and wanted me to watch him shoot himself but I kept running to the corner so he couldn't jump in front of me then I felt the creeps run down my spine and turned around and he was pointing it right at my head so I walked out of the corner and walked to the bathroom and locked myself in it until his parents came home because we were out at the farm.

Both of those situations were like nearly stepping on a snake... Really precarious like it makes me think of when I was a kid and walking through the bush track to school (in the olden days) and there was a brown snake across the track and I didn't see it and nearly stood on it and it shot up really quick to strike but stopped inches from my ankle and I just froze then had to really, really slowly back out of striking range, I mean REALLY SLOWLY before I could run away, or being bailed up by a pack of dogs in the bush and having to maneuver out of it somehow without setting the dogs off, which I managed somehow.

The scar across my nose you might have noticed in a couple of my pics is from a doberman dog that tried to tear my face off when i was 3. my dad shot it, later, he had brought it home to train as a guard dog after we were robbed.