Hey adoring followers it me the RabisBabis
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Rabies
hold on a fucking second. delaware is a state?? i thought it was a river? or is the river more important than the state? why don't i know this? (i should mention i don't like in america, i'm just confused)
there is delaware (state) and delaware (river)
both are equally strange
the state is a tiny little cryptid thing
the rive is a monster that spans new york, pennsylvania, new jersey and delaware. also washington crossed it once and that was like kinda a big deal i guess. like crossing the rubicon in rome.
the state tries to me more important with its “im the first state!!!” bs (seriously its even on the fucking license plates) but we all know. its the river.
*Dr. Doofenshmirtz voice* “See Perry the Platypus, when I was a young boy a horse put me into a plinko machine, and now with my horse-plinkinator-…”
I spent hours carefully crafting this blog to share my love for traditional values
Does free-will exist?
[There was no escape.]
TLDR: Parents snuck into our private living area and I no longer feel safe, as well as many other sus actions. Need donations in order to get tf out. https://ko-fi.com/melebrius
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Let me give a rundown of the most recent set of events.
Watched Stepdad grab the cat by the head and pin her down, calling her a bitch when she ran off. Literally inches from me.
I’ve been bitched about TO MY PARTNER about me “not doing anything” due to my growing number of issues like Arthritis and Lupus
Still being deadnamed/Misgendered by entire household, and mother keeps bringing up LGBT issues in order to debate them.
Both parents are Trump supporters and seem to believe that he won? They like to debate that one too with me.
MOST IMPORTANTLY: Stepdad has COME UPSTAIRS to our private area either WHILE I was asleep, or while Partner and I were out briefly in order to take pictures of the room and proceed to YELL about how “dirty” the room is.
Continuing on previous point, the downstairs smells like a barnyard. The wild squirrel they insist on keeping is living in his own shit and is being sustained on only oreos and cereal unless I feed him some of my food (Vegetables, fruits, seeds/nuts)
The cat also rarely has her litter changed and is often yelled at or played with very roughly, causing her to distance form them and causing them to get MORE aggressive with her. I’m the only one she regularly approaches and shows affection to, my partner in close second.
Even with soundproof headphones, I regularly hear them yelling downstairs.
Though this next part is not recent, it’s a prime example of how my illnesses and myself are treated. The following is a quoted and censored message from partner’s mother, to me, after I was threatened and harassed by her stepson.
“I’m gonna say this to you. I will get on [Felon stepson] when we are home. You were warned our house could get loud & you would have to find a way to deal with it. We’re not changing our ways for anyone. As much as I can dislike [Felon stepson] I would have told you he did nothing wrong. The shit he said about PTSD I will mention to him. But you have to learn that especially with summer things are gonna get louder. You will have to adjust.”
I’m expected to suppress my PTSD flashbacks/reactions, as well as be told that I’m in fact not disabled despite the mother having the same issues and being on disability for them.
So I beg of you, please PLEASE donate. Even a dollar helps. I am afraid for my life and mental health.
The donation link again is https://ko-fi.com/melebrius You can also use paypal at https://paypal.me/calamitousorange
I’m also going to throw some tags in down here because… I need help. And my anxiety with reaching out is no longer outweighing the fear for my life I have living here.
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If anyone can reblog this, please do. I’m scared and I’m doing all I can but disability court proceedings take so long and I don’t know if I’ll survive until then.
Gahhhfieeld, grab the fiyeh hose
Garfield 196
“Chat it’s NOT lupus”
himbo this, bimbo that. in my day there was mambo, and there were five of them.
it’s always ‘why did you go to the creepy vampire castle despite the fact every villager tried to warn you not to’ and never ‘how was the vampire castle?’ or ‘the vampire castle looked fun was it fun?’