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The funny thing about #cPTSD / chronic trauma is you get so detatched from your body and emotions that you don’t even know what you need.

Under the surface you can be dealing with SO much without even realising it because you’re so accustomed to it… until someone gets a glimpse at what you’ve gone thru and gasps in shock.

It’s so difficult living like this, because your instincts, your sense of emotional pain have been so blunted you’re not even aware you need first aid. #ActuallyAutistic

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Apparently they will only help once you are two or three weeks behind, so then your personal rental rating gets tarnished with a black mark - making it even harder to secure some accommodation.

This is why people like I don’t ask for help, & less likely to do so again in the future.

#cPTSD#ADHD#auspol

Another long day of study: manuscript edits this morning, referencing all afternoon, and Lent study tonight. I also had my first session with a new therapist—she seems good, more somatic-focused compared to my previous psychodynamic one. Different energy. I’ve also joined the Christian Union at Deakin. The Bible teaching is brilliant, though socialising is tough with all the noise—I can’t hear well enough to join in.

Welcome all y'all new followers! I am here to make music, have fun in life, advocate for cannabis decriminalization, and if there's time... complain about working in tech, cope living with plus , but also post cat pics.

#WritersCoffeeClub Day 21: Happy World Poetry Day! Share your most poetic line.

How can I possibly choose? I publish poetry.
But maybe a sample.

Masks

I get up, get dressed.
I put on shoes.
And then I don my mask.

I walk down the street.
My mask smiles,
and even says hello to passers-by.

I shop for food,
and the mask says: please, thank you,
and smiles again.

I come home.
Remove the mask,
and walk past covered mirrors.

I used to take my face out,
and use my own voice.
But no more.

I wear a mask,
so I can cry inside.
Alone.

[Written when in therapy for #cPTSD]