#relationship

dredmorbius@joindiaspora.com

There's a meme floating around engaged in shame tactics on one mode of threat-response advice

It's a bad meme, and precisely as, if not more, manipulative and ill-advised as that which it argues against. It concerns a recent high-profile death, probably a murder, though the specifics really don't matter.

One of the best tactics when faced with a specific threat is to put distance beween it and you.

When you’re experiencing an active threat is NOT the time to be attempting to change the threat landscape. Ignoring the advice to seek safety is an excellent way to get hurt or dead.

(Both approaches have merits. Demonising one over the other does nobody any good. Knowing the proper place for each is the difference between knowledge and wisdom.)

Personal relationships are complex. The narratives we all want to believe and/or are familiar with … sometimes bear out, and sometimes don’t. I make a point of suspending judgement until those with better information and greater access to events speak. My history here should bear that out.

Being lead by emotional appeals no matter how well-justified still leaves you vulnerable to manipulation, and may well be denying someone justice.

Toxic relationships are widespread. They are often hard to recognise, from both within and without, the roles we may be prepared to believe could well be reversed, and complex codependencies are also common. You would do well to look around you, here and now, and consider who it is that you know who might well be in the midst of one right now.

What I would very much like to see in relationship disputes is an approach that looks at mutual separation without prejudice to either party. This should be in the interests of the safety not only of the parties directly involved but others around them. Greater support for independence and exits from toxic situations would also help immensely. Far too often all involved are blamed for their various victimhoods and circumstances rather than given the (often very slight, but hugely impactful) help that would make a tremendous difference.

(Failure to comply with such terms, or a continuation of hostilities by either or both parties could lead to stronger isolation and more punative responses.)

Most jurisdictions are, sadly, a very long way from such practices. Even landmark and primary legislation concerning such circumstances is often explicit in assigning perpetrator and victim roles with no consideration of facts. This should be a national cause for shame.

We know that in this instance at least one person is dead, and another hasn’t been talking (in part perhaps given the presumption of guilt that’s been imposed on him). There are both cases where early presumptions have been born out (Laci Peterson) and others where they have not (Chandra Levy, the Central Park Five).

Truth and justice out slowly. Give them time.

That mutual, nonprejudicial separation and support I mentioned above would have spared at least one life here. Quite possibly more.

I’ll note as well that this meme does precisely what it chastises others for: explicitly and specifically exploits an event to sell its narrative. I’m pretty sure its author(s) think they’re justified. They should harbour the suspicion that they are in fact mistaken.

#relationship #abuse #risk #separation #prejudice #vawa #safety #HelpYourNeighbours

hipstre@diasp.org

I am a #broken person and I have wanted to die for twenty five years. I am fundamentally #worthless. People will say that my "#negativity" is what is causing this. Which is a pointless fucking thing to say. Whatever the reason is, it doesn't matter. I am a worthless sack of #shit. I should never have been born. I have never been #happy. Everything truly gets worse year after year. I was unable to make a life worth living thirty years ago, when I was young, and I have only gotten weaker, dumber, less confident, more of a burden. The only merciful thing that can happen is if I get killed. I want it to be #painless. I cannot remember the last time I looked forward to anything. I spend the entirety of every day avoiding as many people as possible. I used to like people, but I have been in a #relationship that has taught me to truly, truly fucking hate things that I "#love". It makes no sense. Nothing makes sense. Everything is turning me into a horrible #monster day by day, and there's not a goddamn thing I can do about it. I don't even want to do anything about it. Seeing "#happy" people fucking disgusts me. Seeing #miserable people disgusts me. I have nothing but #hatred and #contempt for all of you. I don't know why I haven't killed myself. Things come up and I just go on automatic. Then something happens and I am back here. What the fuck happened in the last month (or however long it's been since I've written a #suicidenote on here) that changed anything? Nothing. It's been awful. It's been an absolutely awful month that was worse than the month before. Actually it wasn't. It was not as bad. But everything is falling apart. I hate being alive.

I went to the #dentist. I need a lot of work done. I don't see the point of it. I don't want to spend $50,000 on my teeth and then blow my fucking brains out. So my teeth get worse and worse. I had kidney stones. They hurt like hell. My bitch of a "partner" spent the entire time in the Emergency Room bitching about how this wasn't even one of the five worst things that happened to her in the last year and a half. She is an unbelievably selfish bitch in many ways. In other ways, she enables me to be the disgusting, worthless sack of human fucking garbage that I am. I deserve someone as fucking atrocious as she is. I fucking hate her. I fucking hate her so fucking much. She disgusts me. Everything disgusts me. I want #aliens to read this and take #pity on me and #vaporize me instantly in my #sleep. But it never happens. The only way out is through or over a wall of #pain that I am too #lazy to break down or climb over. So I just #persist, making everyone's life worse. If you've read this far, which you shouldn't have, I have made your life worse. You need to listen to all the feel good therapeutic #bullshit that tells you to eliminate negative people from your life. I am one of them. I am getting worse and worse. I cannot even believe that I am a worse person than I was a year ago. But here I am, getting worse and worse.