My foster kitten, Remy. He lived a full 16 days, and was a tiny badass. He survived a dog attack (took his family), eye infection, neonate ophthalmia, diarrhea, constipation, organ failure, and many more. He fought so hard, but sepsis took him from me. It pains me to think that no one even knew he ever existed. Can someone remember him? He EXISTED. I need this. Thank you!
Remy!
My little foster kitten, a neonate baby. He survived so much, a dog attack, eye abscess, ophthalmia, diarrhea, constipation, urine scald.
Then he got sepsis, never even had a chance.
Can someone just remember him with me? I want people to know he existed WELL for his 16 days. Thank you!
I’m a danger to my bunny the only thing that makes me at all want to be around. Her name is Karen and I keep having intrusive thoughts to hurt her and I can’t control them and I do not ever ever want to hurt her and I might just yeet myself instead of touching a hair on her head
She’s the only thing that gives me oxytocin anymore
Seeing blood is a huge trigger for me and Iw as hoping this wouldn’t happen. I just got my first goddamn fucking period of bullshit and I feel even more mood swingy and I’m seeing blood everywhere and uggggh
I just have these intrusive thoughts and need to rant or to share them to not want to yeet myself into oblivion.
Is that normal? It’s like this other person takes over and they try as hard as possible to absolutely ruin my life plans.
The rest of the time I feel normal (if a little autistic) but that’s manageable. What do I do with my life when half the time I want to tear it all down.
Hi everyone! I have a foster litter of four bottle babies and I am getting imposter syndrome. I have been preparing for this for months, I have all the supplies, the weight chart, the feeding schedule, the everything. Why can’t I convince myself that I am not going to be a bad cat mom? They are just so so tiny and I don’t trust myself to be good for them.
Hi! I need names for four. Trying to take care of them/track their weight with no names and can’t decide. Food themed is always fun but whatever works. Favorite names?
I’ve never really met anyone like me and I’m curious. I gave myself stitches a while back on my inner forearm (before relapse). They actually healed amazingly and I can’t see the scar anymore. I know it was INCREDIBLY dangerous but honestly it worked out. I used so much disinfectant and it was intense. Has anyone ever done that?
Ps: please do not give yourself stitches you will end up in a psych ward like me for months. Love you!!
I’m new here, but not new to the things discussed here (ha!)
I finally have found some sort of community that actually knows what happens and doesn’t think I’m a messed up human being.
I recently had a really bad relapse, so I was looking for some sort of community to be a part of so I feel less alone with this. I really dislike when people try to use euphemisms, try to minimize what my behaviors do to cope with stress, or treat me like I’m any different because of something that is a bad behavior/coping skill. Trying to get better! Any cat pictures, kind words, or memes are deeply appreciated.
Thank you for being the place that I can be myself!!
I’m not a messed up human being. Now I am proving that to myself.
Honestly kittens (specifically bottle babies) are the only thing keeping me hopeful. Any advice? I feel like that thread to a brighter future is too tenuous to actually count on to make it through. Kitten shaped light at the end of the tunnel, anyone?