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Got no idea if this the best way to post this, but I saw this video on X and thought it was extremely cool and wanted to share it over here!

Countries L to R : Puerto Rico, Venezuela, Dominican Republic, Cuba, and Mexico

I’m the youngest with 3 older brothers. I’m in my late 20s. I had to move back in with my parents after a really nasty divorce. I didn’t want to move in with them because I had started trauma therapy to address my childhood.

My parents aren’t bad people, we’re just not a good fit. I’m simply emotionally a lot more than they can handle or process. Therapy has taught me that I deserve someone who can process and handle all of me.

But therapy has also made me fully confront all of the horrible disgusting assault I experienced from my brothers. I was aware of this stuff when I moved back in with my parents. I thought I could keep quiet about it.

I kept quiet for so many months. I was doing so well. I tested the waters with them and determined that they would not side with me if I ever told them about my childhood.

A combo of missing therapy plus not having ptsd meds refilled led to a sort of emotional break in front of them tonight.
My mom asked me if my brothers sexually abused me. I closed my eyes and covered my ears and started sobbing uncontrollably saying “no no no no no no” over and over until I was all alone. I never wanted to confront that with them. I wasn’t at all prepared. But I was panicking tonight and saying weird things and it led to the convo.

I kept panicking and was all alone suddenly. I ordered crappy pizza and tried to self soothe then my dad came downstairs. He asked the same thing. I tried to give a clear and accurate timeline of me confronting this horrifying truth. He listened. I think I’m safe. But I can’t be certain.

He went to bed. My mom is up in bed. I spent all my life certain that if they ever found out, they’d either kill themselves due to shame, or kill me due to shame. They didn’t end themselves. I’m pretty sure they want to support me. But my body is screaming that I’m not safe.

They’re good good people. My brothers are wicked vile manipulative beings. I know how my parents fell for it, they’re not perfect. I’m not perfect. But I don’t know what to do. I guess I need to sleep. But I’m all alone and god I’m so scared.
That’s all.

did I just get chosen by the cat distribution system

edit: do not worry guys!! I would not steal someone’s cat, chip will be checked for at her vet appointment on monday and posts have been made in my local fb groups incase she is lost