u/LiViNgDeAd_CrEaTuRe

Anybody remember the Slendermansion? Peak nostalgia for me. I’m really craving a throwback to my youth, so the more cringe you’re willing to be, the better.

I’ll play with any character, including OCs. I prefer to play Ticci Toby but I’m perfectly fine with doubling or playing multiple characters when needed.

Plot wise I’m very flexible but I do lean more towards the mystery genre where we have a defined main goal in the roleplay.

Any literacy is fine, I’ll match you.

At one point, my abuser forced me to have the same conversation, over and over, for months. Probably like 3-5 months, my memory is really spotty.

Pretty much, I had been pretty badly abused by a boyfriend who smeared my name at school when I broke it off. I was 18, about to graduate. The smear campaign half worked and half didn’t, as I really wasn’t that popular to begin with, but resulted in minor bullying and exclusion. It upset me at first but I got over it pretty fast.

You’re probably wondering what that has to do with anything. Let me tell you, it’s important. My abusive mother forced me to listen to her talk to me about the group bullying me every. waking. moment.

As soon as I woke up to the moment I fell asleep. I mean constant. She’d cry, get enraged, pray out loud, all while I was really nonchalant as I was graduating in a few months and none of this really mattered to me until I heard about it so much that it got into my brain.

She would plant ideas in my head about the people in my school, who at this point were being pretty fucking terrible so who knows if she was right or not. She would make me pull off elaborate lies and social stunts to one-up them or make them think higher of me. Even after I told her I wasn’t comfortable. That just made the abuse worse. Every moment of my life became all about competing with my bullies.

After a solid two months I was fully psychotic, severely depressed, suicidal etc. I lost all sense of feeling outside of misery for a long time.

I would beg through tears to make it stop. Cliche, I know. If I got really desperate about it, she’d stop for a few days and just start again as soon as I got comfortable. Some days were worse than others, all days were pretty bad.

It ended up slowing down after I graduated and stopping entirely after a while. After the fact, I had a nervous breakdown so severe I almost had to go inpatient. The whole time I knew why it was happening but couldn’t be honest because I was and am still living with my abuser.

I’m much better now. I still have flashbacks and get depressed often but no suicidality or psychotic episodes thank goodness.

When I told my boyfriend about this he said it was torture. I disagreed at first but he’s really certain about it. Writing it out I kind of see it. Reddit, what’s your opinion? Was I actually tortured?

At one point, my abuser forced me to have the same conversation, over and over, for months. Probably like 3-5 months, my memory is really spotty. Pretty much, I had been pretty badly abused by a boyfriend who smeared my name at school when I broke it off. I was 18, about to graduate. The smear campaign half worked and half didn’t, as I really wasn’t that popular to begin with, but resulted in minor bullying and exclusion. It upset me at first but I got over it pretty fast. You’re probably wondering what that has to do with anything. Let me tell you, it’s important. My abusive mother forced me to listen to her talk to me about the group bullying me every. waking. moment. As soon as I woke up to the moment I fell asleep. I mean constant. She’d cry, get enraged, pray out loud, all while I was really nonchalant as I was graduating in a few months and none of this really mattered to me until I heard about it so much that it got into my brain. She would plant ideas in my head about the people in my school, who at this point were being pretty fucking terrible so who knows if she was right or not. She would mak

At one point, my abuser forced me to have the same conversation, over and over, for months. Probably like 3-5 months, my memory is really spotty.

Pretty much, I had been pretty badly abused by a boyfriend who smeared my name at school when I broke it off. I was 18, about to graduate. The smear campaign half worked and half didn’t, as I really wasn’t that popular to begin with, but resulted in minor bullying and exclusion. It upset me at first but I got over it pretty fast.

You’re probably wondering what that has to do with anything. Let me tell you, it’s important. My abusive mother forced me to listen to her talk to me about the group bullying me every. waking. moment.

As soon as I woke up to the moment I fell asleep. I mean constant. She’d cry, get enraged, pray out loud, all while I was really nonchalant as I was graduating in a few months and none of this really mattered to me until I heard about it so much that it got into my brain.

She would plant ideas in my head about the people in my school, who at this point were being pretty fucking terrible so who knows if she was right or not. She would make me pull off elaborate lies and social stunts to one-up them or make them think higher of me. Even after I told her I wasn’t comfortable. That just made the abuse worse. Every moment of my life became all about competing with my bullies.

After a solid two months I was fully psychotic, severely depressed, suicidal etc. I lost all sense of feeling outside of misery for a long time.

I would beg through tears to make it stop. Cliche, I know. If I got really desperate about it, she’d stop for a few days and just start again as soon as I got comfortable. Some days were worse than others, all days were pretty bad.

It ended up slowing down after I graduated and stopping entirely after a while. After the fact, I had a nervous breakdown so severe I almost had to go inpatient. The whole time I knew why it was happening but couldn’t be honest because I was and am still living with my abuser.

I’m much better now. I still have flashbacks and get depressed often but no suicidality or psychotic episodes thank goodness.

When I told my boyfriend about this he said it was torture. I disagreed at first but he’s really certain about it. Writing it out I kind of see it. Reddit, what’s your opinion? Was I actually tortured?

At one point, my abuser forced me to have the same conversation, over and over, for months. Probably like 3-5 months, my memory is really spotty.

Pretty much, I had been pretty badly abused by a boyfriend who smeared my name at school when I broke it off. I was 18, about to graduate. The smear campaign half worked and half didn’t, as I really wasn’t that popular to begin with, but resulted in minor bullying and exclusion. It upset me at first but I got over it pretty fast.

You’re probably wondering what that has to do with anything. Let me tell you, it’s important. My abusive mother forced me to listen to her talk to me about the group bullying me every. waking. moment.

As soon as I woke up to the moment I fell asleep. I mean constant. She’d cry, get enraged, pray out loud, all while I was really nonchalant as I was graduating in a few months and none of this really mattered to me until I heard about it so much that it got into my brain.

She would plant ideas in my head about the people in my school, who at this point were being pretty fucking terrible so who knows if she was right or not. She would make me pull off elaborate lies and social stunts to one-up them or make them think higher of me. Even after I told her I wasn’t comfortable. That just made the abuse worse. Every moment of my life became all about competing with my bullies.

After a solid two months I was fully psychotic, severely depressed, suicidal etc. I lost all sense of feeling outside of misery for a long time.

I would beg through tears to make it stop. Cliche, I know. If I got really desperate about it, she’d stop for a few days and just start again as soon as I got comfortable. Some days were worse than others, all days were pretty bad.

It ended up slowing down after I graduated and stopping entirely after a while. After the fact, I had a nervous breakdown so severe I almost had to go inpatient. The whole time I knew why it was happening but couldn’t be honest because I was and am still living with my abuser.

I’m much better now. I still have flashbacks and get depressed often but no suicidality or psychotic episodes thank goodness.

When I told my boyfriend about this he said it was torture. I disagreed at first but he’s really certain about it. Writing it out I kind of see it. Reddit, what’s your opinion? Was I actually tortured?