theres a new product by verzion called “hum” that allows your parents to track your car and places you go, if your parents are controlling like mine please check under your steering wheel to make sure that they havent installed this
here is what it looks like installed:
you can read more about it here, and here– this excerpt sums up what information Hum will send:
“a car’s owner will be able to get notified on their phone when the vehicle leaves a pre-determined area or drives faster than a set speed… [Hum] will enable location tracking and a driving log, which measures travel times, engine idle times, and average speeds.”
People in abusive relationships, please check your cars.
Couples receive “parent points”, which they can use to purchase their children. Most parents wait for a few thousand, but you chose to buy the cheaper, 100 point child.
Shane knows what it’s like to be a 100 point child. He knows how it feels to see potential parents–potential families–come through the facilities doors, faces bright with excitement. He knows how it feels to see them reading the little plaques on the nursery doors, scanning the lists there for the right bits of knowledge and etiquette and grace that they want their baby to have.
He knows how it feels to see their faces pinch outside the window before they hurry to the next room.
Shane grew up in a 100 point nursery. They had torn, ratty, books and no teachers, and when snack time came, the tray was pushed through a slat in the door. They were called “unruly” and “damaged” and “stupid.” A lot of the other kids threw tantrums and broke furniture (and sometimes other kids). A lot of the other kids went quiet after the first few years when they realized they’d never be adopted until they were old enough (or pretty enough) to be useful. A lot of the kids cried and didn’t stop until they got taken away or were aged out.
Shane’s grown up a lot since aging out. He put himself through school, got himself a job, shed his 100 points like the torn clothes he’d left the facility in. He’s powerful now, successful, and he’s grown out of the twisted nose, big ears, and gap-toothed smile that had made him one of the less attractive 100 point babies. Or maybe he’s grown into them. Who’s to say?
It’s taken him a long time to get enough Parent Points to do what he wants. Being a man is, for once, somewhat hindering as most of society equates “parental” with “maternal.” He’s lost count of how many social workers have politely hid expressions of surprise when he told them he wanted to adopt stag, that he’s willing to take the classes, get the grades, make the oaths to get even one Parent Point.
Developing the ability to piss other people off (or even to RISK pissing them off) without knuckling under is pretty much the Holy Grail of emotionally abused kids, I think. We are programmed to respond at the first sign of displeasure, and we don’t have the faith in ourselves and our decisions to weather the storm– or even a mild sprinkle– so we tend to freak out as if the world was ending if a cloud crosses the sun. We freak out about the possibility that we’re wrong, that we’re doing the wrong things, that we’re making the wrong choices, that we’ll make someone angry, because there’s this awful certainty lurking at the back of our minds that says “If you do the wrong thing, you will be in TROUBLE.” And being in TROUBLE is the worst thing, ever, because that part of our brain is forever three years old where our parents are our whole world and being in TROUBLE is the end of everything.
It takes a lot of practice to gain that sort of gut-level knowledge that we’re strong enough to handle this stuff and that the world doesn’t end if someone else is angry at us. It’s not an innate quality that some people have and some don’t; people who grow up in non-abusive homes learn it when they’re young, is all, and the rest of us have to learn it when we’re grown up. And it sucks, and it’s not fair, and it’s not fun, but there’s no getting around it, and you can do it, you CAN.
You can piss people off.
You can be wrong.
You can fuck up.
You can do stuff that everyone thinks is weird.
AND IT IS ALL OKAY. The world won’t end. You will still be a good person. And the likelihood is that most of the things you do WON’T be wrong, and WON’T piss people off, and WON’T be up-fuckery, and WON’T be weird, but if it is? The hell with it; fix it, if necessary, and move on.
Trauma survivors on tv: (beautifully broken, delivers tearful speech on their traumas, hug it out)
Me: (describes abusive event and laughs) BOY THAT SURE WAS FUCKED UP
In addition to what’s mentioned in this link, we have some info to help folks make a plan to stay safe when leaving an abusive relationship, and when they can’t leave just yet: The Scarleteen Safety Plan
Seriously, I’ve only been able to skim this article so far, but I definitely plan on reading the whole thing later
If you’re being abused by your partner, and you’re reading this right now, then you have awe-inspiring strength.
You’re suffering, but you have the courage to seek out ideas on how to take care of yourself.
I’m guessing you haven’t come across many tips like these. When I was being abused, the only advice I found was about how to leave an abusive partner, or how to heal after you’ve left.
In this society we sometimes talk about abuse victims being strong after they leave, but frame them as weak before hand. I think that is so wrong. Living in an abusive relationship takes a strength that most people cannot even comprehend. you’re not weak because you stay. there are a million reasons why we stay because, frankly, abusers actively work to keep their victims trapped.
So know that if you’re in an abusive relationship right now as you read this, I think you are strong as fuck, and I am rooting hard as hell for you.
Honestly, if people feel even a little inclined to reblog this, I would appreciate it. I am not trying to guilt anyone, if you don’t reblog I won’t think you’re a horrible person, that’s totally your prerogative… But if these words can help even just one current victim of domestic violence… I would be so happy.
So many people can’t leave. So many. Please be safe.
I’m here for the girls who unwillingly consented to sex or sexual acts because they were in a situation where they didn’t feel as if they had the right to say no and now feel violated but don’t feel like they can say they were raped or molested.
this is probably one of the most important text posts i have ever seen because i feel like this is a HUGE issue among teenagers especially young girls in today’s social culture and nobody talks about it. nobody tells you that you were in fact abused and sometimes it takes you years to finally realize what happened to you was wrong, and it’s really scary and confusing! we need to teach each other that “rape” or “molestation” can happen in many circumstances and not just the ones we are taught!!!!
Uhm no, let’s talk about why Neville Longbottom is a beautiful character and why I wish more people admired him.
Neville Longbottom came from an emotionally abusive home; he was constantly made to feel as though he was not only good enough for Gryffindor, but to be called his parents’ son, either. Even Minerva McGonagall noticed this, for she made a statement towards the end of the series that she was going to contact Neville’s grandmother in regards to the things she’d said about her grandson and his Transfiguration grades.
Neville’s family thought he was a Squib, and there’s plenty of insinuation that his family was embarrassed and almost ashamed of this, given the multiple occasions where they tried to force Neville to show signs of magic (occasions that were extremely risky to his own damn life, thank you very much). It was only discovered that he possessed magical abilities when one of his family members dangled him outside a window.
Neville was the butt of many jokes; even more so than this, really. For most of the series, so many people failed to take him seriously. It was more than just Draco Malfoy and his gang of Slytherin friends picking on Neville—even members of his own House seemed to turn him into a laughing stock. Harry and Ron joined in on this occasion more than once; particularly in the fourth book when Ron cracked some joke about how no one would ever want to go to the Yule Ball with Neville, and Harry chimed in and laughed.
As if that wasn’t enough, Neville also had to endure bullying from one of his teachers. This experience was so severely detrimental to the young boy’s character and already low self-confidence that said teacher became his boggart. His greatest fear was a professor who humiliated and embarrassed him multiple times throughout the course of a week.
Neville literally had to sit through a class explaining Unforgivable Curses without being able to vent to anyone his own age about how much it bothered him because of his own parents.
NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM WAS ONE OF THE FIRST PEOPLE TO SIGN UP FOR DUMBLEDORE’S ARMY. I REPEAT: NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM WAS ONE OF THE FIRST TO SIGN UP FOR DUMBLEDORE’S ARMY. This is huge! You have this kid who everyone thinks is clumsy and ridiculous and who no one really takes seriously willingly offering himself up to a student-led organization dedicated to practicing defensive spells.
Neville’s parents will probably never remember who he is, and yet he goes to visit them and pockets the wrappers his mother gives him because they’re probably the only gifts he’ll receive from her.
Neville’s proud to be his parents’ kid and damn it he loves them so much even though they can’t remember who he is. He’s living through all this pain of knowing that his parents are physically there but mentally vacant, and that is heart-breaking.
Neville was tortured by the same woman who tortured his parents to insanity and mocked him about it the entire time.
Neville essentially spent his final year at Hogwarts being a bad ass and rallying up a resistance. Who still thinks that Neville’s a simpering lil boy who just forget stuff and is no better than a Squib?? Anyone? WELL THEN LISTEN UP.
NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM STOOD IN FRONT OF LORD VOLDEMORT AKA THE DARK LORD AKA THE SCARIEST DARK WIZARD OF ALL TIME AKA THE WIZARD YOU DON’T WANNA FUCK WITH AND TOLD HIM THAT HE WOULD JOIN HIM ONLY WHEN HELL FROZE OVER.
LITTLE CLUMSY, INTROVERTED NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM SAID THIS TO LORD VOLDEMORT.
Neville Longbottom also destroyed a Horcrux?? Using the Sword of Gryffindor?? Which only true Gryffindors can do??
NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM IS AMAZING WHY HAVE WE NOT BUILT STATUES FOR HIM?
Seriously though Neville blossomed into this beautiful character and I think there should be like a shrine to him in every city idek.
Ladies and gentlemen, my mother. The first two photos are texts from her about my “bad” grades, and the second is a book I found in her room.
I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure this is emotional abuse. My mom tells me about how I’m going to hell because I don’t believe in God and tells me how I should “be more like your sister”. She’s always telling me how I could be better and do more and “stop wasting your life”.
I want to make a point to my mom and other people.
Please help me escape my family. Everyday is a shit load of emotional
abuse from them constantly belittling me and I’m just so done with it.
One of them, who I don’t live now, escalated to physical abuse in the
past and I’m still living with the traumatic aftereffects of it. With
one of the family members I live with now, I’m seeing the same red flags
that I saw in my physical abuser and I’m worried it’s going to escalate to physical abuse and going through that again would destroy my mental health. I need to escape before that happens.
I’m tired of the transmisogyny and ableism and heterosexism I constantly deal with. I’m exhausted with having to conform with the image that my abusive family has forced me into. Being trapped by this image is going to destroy me and I need to escape before that happens.
I’m raising money to escape, going from Southern California to Berlin, and I have enough for my plane ticket and passports but I still need to raise enough money for rent, food, medical costs, transition costs, transportation costs, and other relevant expenses I need to pay to survive capitalism. Getting free of my family permanently is going to be expensive, but if I want to preserve my emotional and physical health in the long term, I need to escape.
Please donate, whether that’s $100, $75, $50, $25, $10, $5, or $1. Like, even one dollar can help a lot. It’s small but if I can get a lot of one dollar donations, it would add up to a lot and would help me tremendously. Signal boost this post if you can’t donate, that’s a big help too. Please donate and help me escape my abusive family.
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