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diaries of a manic weeb trauma "diary" blog. i lived the trauma, so you don't have to but if you did, you're not alone. it helps to know you're not alone.

names and details my be changed for their privacy but if you know me, you know my story please respect my privacy as well.

08/08/2026

Trauma #2(no real order)
TW: R@pe

I just started dating a classmate. They were seemingly sweet, quiet, and smart. Graduation night. Now this isn't the first "violation" but just the first im bringing up... Well call them. Jessie. It was our first "date" as a couple. Our first kiss was that night. Everything was great during graduation. Then we went to an after party. It was all Jessie's friends. I drank so much i couldnt walk on my own. I remember being brought to an empty room in an abandoned house, unclothed and r@ped. Without my consent, barely conscious and unable to move. I heard jessie tell someone not to come in here.. and then i woke up, naked and freezing in an abandoned house with Jessie beside me. I couldnt understand why jessie would do that .. trusted them.. But instead of asking, taking that from me.. and tells others i begged for it.. between that event and others i will later share, i was not s*xually attracted to people i did not want it.. it seemed like something terrible to do. It would remind me of the times it was taken from me. I would never "beg" for something that felt so violating. Its taken a lot to get past that. To feel comfortable in my own skin.. sometimes i still feel uncomfortable but with some help of people in my life, its helped. It helps to know youre not alone. And if you've been through a similar situation, then dont be afraid to speak out. I regret not doing so. Like a support group, theres people that know what youve gone through and how hard it is to overcome. But you can overcome. Hopefully my story helps you share yours.
~Anon

08/08/2026

Well i suppose i should pick a trauma so here goes.. tw: su*Cide
Late one night as i was in my bed asleep around the age of 13, i was awoke by the sound of 1 gun shot, and my sibling screaming. Well call them, kai. My adrenaline was going, and i was too scared to move... I could hear my mother and as i went to check, realized she was drunk threatening to unalive herself if we called the cops. My sibling kai, crying. My mother had fired the gun in an attempt to prove she was serious, just feet away from my younger sibling kai... Enough for them to be covered in glass. I could see the bullet hole and the shattered vase. She was still waving the gun. And at 13 i had to talk my drunk mother down. Telling her no one is calling the cops just put it down... She eventually did but kept it close.. all i could think was, I don't want us to go back to dcs. Idk what would happen to us all. To my siblings. And the next day i went to school. Like everything was fine... But now i can never really sleep. Every small noise wakes me up.. alarms set off my flight or flight and my adrenaline makes me vomit.. I suppose that's PTSD.
~Anon

08/08/2026

Hello, I'm writing this in hope to stay anonymous and let those who may be going through something unfathomable, find comfort in similar stories to their own, know they're not alone, maybe help some realize and work through their own trauma and also a therapeutic way to work through my own trauma. This page is definitely NOT FOR EVERYONE. it will have VERY SENSITIVE topics not suitable for all ages.. i want to be as raw and honest as i can... As I've never felt that safe enough to open up and express myself and my emotions. Now, with how some events probably haven't happened to everyone, I'm not going to be surprised if a few people connect the dots and learn my identity but please be respectful of my privacy as i will be respecting peoples privacy in this "blog". I will not be giving out names or specific details. This isn't to attack anyone who may be in this blog but to tell my story.. i hope in telling my story, you the reader, will find the confidence to share your own. Our bad experiences don't define us... I am more than the things that have happened to me... But sometimes, it consumes me. So please if you can share my stories so it reaches someone who might need to hear it id appropriate it
~Anon

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