sebhawkes:

heyitsharding:

sebhawkes:

“but being abused made you so kind!” being abused made me terrified of being anything less than perfectly accommodating and pleasing in an effort to protect myself from the violence my abuser reacted with but okay whatever

Also see “You’re so mean now. I liked you better before.”

You liked me when I was completely accommodating out of residual fear and now I have basic boundaries and a shred of self confidence it inconveniences you.

Cool story.

Also true. Once you stop being a doormat you’re not a survivor, you’re an inconvenience. It’s disgusting.

Three things about me meme

I got tagged by @flamesburnonthemountainside, @justatouchofgoldsickness, @dwarfanonymice AND @the-dragongirl! I love you all ❤

 Okay, I gotta tell you three facts about me that people might not already know. Uhhhhh… *is suddenly the most boring person in existence* UMMMM. 

1. Nerdy singing thing: I have 3 octaves – F3 to F6. (yes, I can fake a low E, but my word does it suck). I also don’t really have much of an upper break any more – so many years of teaching (and thus, repeating) the same technical exercises have sort of trained it out of me. 

I can also belt up to a D5! 

2. I started going grey at 14. Picture tiny noodle child (I AM A BONY SHORTASS, and was even tinier comparatively before my pathetic attempt at a growth spurt). Now, picture tiny noodle child with white hair speckled amongst the light brown. Yaaaay. I was already bullied: it just made it worse. 

I dyed it for years and years and years. I was so ashamed. Bleached it, went dark, went bright, did rainbows (never again), shaved the sides, assymetrical cuts, you name it, I went a bit nuts for about a decade there. And finally my poor hair began to thin and become brittle and sad. So I stopped. I couldn’t even quite remember the original mousey brown colour… and when it grew out, I actually discovered that I had developed funky badger-stripes over my temples. Which. I. Love.

Anyway. I haven’t dyed since. It’s been about 8 years now. I am not ashamed of being a tiny noodle woman with grey hair – in fact, it’s a bit of a point of pride for me now. If my brother can go grey without shame, why not me? And my new cut is fucking kickass. I look like early Rogue from the comics… if Rogue was a tiny noodle woman. 

3. I have had a hell of a weird career. I’ve always taught singing and music, but I have also been a legal secretary, accountant, waitperson, receptionist, performer, designer, choreographer, director, lyricist, bookkeeper, and since my DipEd, a classroom teacher (Music, English, History, Dance, Drama). That’s why, when I am asked, I tell my senior students that if they can’t decide or aren’t 100% in love with their first field or job or choice of study, not to feel pressured. They’re not missing out by not doing it all at once. They aren’t stuck. The world is weird and life is an adaptive thing. There is time. 

okay, I will tag @fuckthisimgoingtoerebor, @dain-mothafocka, @poplitealqueen, @morvidra, @somethingincorporeal, @notanightlight, @yubiwamonogatari, @aviva0017, @flukeoffate, and @fishfingersandscarves,