Saturday, January 3, 2026

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I'm sorry Steph's cousin repeatedly raped me
I'm sorry I couldn't hide my autism

Please stop pushing me to kill myself 
It hurts
It hurts like someone has bent me backwards so far back I think my back is broken, but I can still breathe see and hear

I welcome you to kill me
But I will not kill myself.  I can't.
I've been trying since 7yo.  It's challenging, and scary.  I can't do it.

It is a suffocating drowning feeling 
In a house as a pest 
Unwelcomed bc I didn't slit my wrists to avoid manufactured agony
The dinner table praying I snap bc I was left out again 

I'm ok
I'm 41/43 and know they're not my family
But Little Me, 

5 yo
7yo
12yo
15yo
19yo
24yo
35.

Wished dead by mother.  Sentenced to death for being born.  Disappointing everyone bc I won't just die.

Everyone told me it wasn't a big deal and to get over it. I don't expect to count.  But i do feel in a way I can never forget.  He made me feel like I had run 100miles in the cold, my heart beat so fast it stopped glub-glubbing and became a high pitched whir in my ears.  The smile he had each time I was returned to him. How I screamed and flailed at the front door Steph slammed behind her.  The dead bolt too high for me to reach. Wendy and Jay looking at me as if I were filth.  I'm still patiently waiting for my ability to fly at the speed of light so I can protect every little person from Steph and her family.

Let me leave.

Dear Jen

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