Please forgive me, I am slightly ginned out whilst writing this, so grammar/spelling maybe amiss.
I don’t know what to do.
I am receiving a number of unsolicited dick pics. This may not seem like the biggest deal in the world, but if you can refer to my previous blog posts, I hope you can understand why this may cause upset and anger.
I worry it’s due to my past. I am sat here in bed with the man who I implicitly love, worrying that my past love of men and my interest in their sexual advances, thinking that I am worth nothing less than receiving these pictures. I hate that. These men are disgusting, and I know that; the ‘dick pic sharing population’ is massive. I am not alone in those that are suffering from receiving these.
It is upsetting, anxiety causing, and ultimately demoralizing.
I need help, guys. If anyone has any experience in app development, that would be great. I want to create a platform that allows women (and men if applicable) to be able to share these dick pics and tag the dickhead who shared them. I have no clue about the legalities of it, but I didn’t ask for these photos. If they’re happy to share them with me, I’m happy to share them with the world.
Over and out,
A completely done with sexual harassment, Becci
To the man who has stolen my heart,
Please don’t abuse my trust and my choice to love you so deeply. I know you love me, but don’t jeopardize this by still thinking, and Facebook stalking, your ex.
I want to be your future, I want to trust you implicitly, and love you deeper every day. I want you to feel the same.
Please stop living in the past, and start looking at me as your future, and your everything. If you don’t, you will lose me.
And not to blow my own trumpet, I am the best thing that will ever have happened to your life.
There is so much pressure these days to be settled, to have a house, to know exactly what route your life is heading in. The expectation is stressful and detrimental to succeeding in day-to-day goals that make up real life.
I started an apprenticeship in a press agency nearly six months ago. It started off great when I was learning new skills on a daily basis; I now feel I have hit this glass ceiling where I have nothing else left to learn, so need to have a frank discussion with my boss. This is not an easy thing to do, as the expectations for me in this office are different to what I was expecting. I thought I would have the opportunity to write for the newspapers eventually; in reality, I am sourcing nice pictures. It is a job that needs to be done, but it is not testing my brain abilities as much as I would like. I am not an idiot, and I love using my brain. When I don’t use it, I become restless, and start drifting.
I need to remember I am a young adult with goals and ambitions; if I don’t air these ambitions I will end up in a spiral that I will ultimately be stuck in.
If anyone has any advice on how to adult well, it would be much appreciated, as I am still intimidated by anyone with a higher position of authority than me. I also get sweaty sweaty hands when I talk on the phone to people I don’t know either. Advice on that too would be great (I have tried talcum powder – successful in the short term, but looks weird to use it often).
When you fall in love with a book that makes you fall in love with love.
I am happy.
Things in my imperfect life are seemingly perfect.
I have small little weights on my shoulders that take the form of a still ongoing police investigation, but those are fine. I am stronger than those weights.
I have a man who cares for me, who doesn’t care that I’m a little damaged, who doesn’t freak out if he thinks he’s found a naughty video of me on porn sites (I have a naughty doppelganger). It’s calm, but it is enough.
I have a job that provides me with mental stimulation, and allows me to be in communication with people all around the world. It will give me the opportunity to write in the future.
I have a family who love me, despite my often flippy moods. Who have put up with me through my difficult times, and are now just happy to have me out the other side, and almost back to normal.
My life is steady, calm, and beautiful.
I am happy.
To the bitch who thinks it’s okay to take my blog out of context,
My blog is full of analogies I use to better understand my mental health conditions. It is also something that I use to help other people understand their situations a bit more.
To use this against me, and to infer that I am slut, makes you a far, far more inferior person than me.
P.S. Educate yourself.
I decided at the beginning of the year to cut out negative people. People who brought down my mood, and judged me for aspects of my personality I can’t change.
This is all well and good until I realised this brought along a load of loneliness. It also brought around a whole lot of guilt. My parents are my rocks; they support me emotionally, financially. Love me unconditionally, despite my major flaws.
However, due to cutting out negative friends, one of my best friends being in Australia, the other moving away from my hometown and working shift work, it means my parents are the only ones who I can offload to. This brings a lot of guilt – I just had a major blowout with them. They have had a shit hand of cards dealt by having me as a daughter. I can only talk to them about my problems, and I hate that. I want to be self-sufficient, have a laugh with them, not have to cry to them most days.
I am in such a good place, but it doesn’t make my daily fight easy. My job is great, I am enjoying creating self love for myself again. But I am still dealing with two extremely traumatic events. They play on my mind every day, and as much as I pretend to be okay, I struggle. I struggle to call my house a home. I struggle to be stuck there because I haven’t got friend’s houses to escape to. I struggle to tell my parents this, because they’ve created a home for me there, and it is their retirement home and pension pot all in one.
I feel like this post has had a lot of contradictions, but I just needed to off load my mind to spare my parents for a while.