Damned if you Do/n’t

“It’s not safe to talk about it.
I know that now more than ever,
More than anyone I’ve been allowed to talk to since the before times.
Maybe more than anyone left, I can’t certainly tell from my chamber.

But not to talk about it?
That’s looking [borderline] apocalyptic.

I realized some time ago that for victims of narcissistic/antisocial abuse to relegate in isolation was bound to influence our evolution, when I began to see it math out I was the most afraid I’d ever been… up until that point in the equation.

Now?
Now I’m a Trauma Mutant.
I don’t know how I’m still alive.
But the why feels wrapped up in trying to make sense of it.
I never want to try to explain how being a lifelong unknown victim of [coercive control/social engineering/mk-ultra/ostracism/attempted femicide/human trafficking via data trafficking/chronic surveillance/perception manipulation/munchausen by proxy/etc] has affected me ever again.
I’m acutely traumatised by violent disbelief
Held as a victim of the Mental Health Act for refusing to lie or abandon my friends, allies made into traitors, punished every time I refuse to collude in the gaslighting and cultural relegation.

But my fears are my reigns & I can’t see what to live for if not willing to fight for freedom

If you ever wondered what you’d do as a WW2 German,
As a colonial settler,
As a Huxley/Orwell character,
You’re probably doing it right. now.

Let’s see how long till this account gets hacked 🤞
Pray for me.
Send Help.”

She knew it now althemore than then, though she was grateful to be out of the soft cell. Help never seemed to come for X except to coax whatever hope remained from her for extermination. It had been a year since she’d written this, one of many, failed plead. If her account had been hacked or not was as good as unknowable, except insofar as the whole internet was hacked, as were, in general, the minds which gave it access. She had fled the province as an only means away from the violence enacted by the medical system, which, as well as everything else upheld by humans in the modern world, relied upon the internet, with it’s back doors built upon the bows of a vicious sort of smuggler’s.

X thought, “one would only really have to analyze their own automatic response to my attempts to explain to witness some of the dangers of doing so.”

A thing which people seemed to do infrequently and with little effort or attention.