I have no idea why talking about a political debate being a trigger makes you blame some fictitious snowflake society instead of the huge steaming pile of shit who is using a political debate to verbally abuse women, non-whites, disabled, immigrants, etc. etc. etc.

I was sexually assaulted about thirty years ago, finally sought counselling about twenty years ago, and despite the occasional regrets of not having sought help sooner, I have been able to get on with my life. Sometimes it will rear it’s ugly head in an unexpected way, but I have learned to cope and adjust without…

1. My friend is not a snowflake. She’s currently dying of cancer and kicking ass dealing with it.

seeing a woman belittled, demeaned and abused can in fact be a trigger for those of us who have experienced it. go fuck yourself.

You know there are actual people who have survived and left men who behave exactly like him? Triggering isn’t just icky feelings; it can cause panic attacks, flashbacks or episodes of dissociation. One can honor one’s trauma and protect oneself, while still voting and participating. And avoiding listening to Trump’s…

fuck off. you don’t have any (as in zero) right to police someone else’s reaction to a sexual abuser on television shouting over and talking down to a woman who has been nothing but courteous to the mouthbreathing cheetoh anus that doesn’t deserve 1/164 of the “respect” he’s been given in the debates.

I might have submitted this one last year, but I can’t seem to find any trace of it in my history. Anyway:

I currently live in Houston but grew up about a mile outside of a small, coal mining town in north central West Virginia. According to the most recent Census our population is about 375 people - meaning, everybody knows everybody, including the people who lived outside of the main street-is kind of area. The house…

A story of what happens when you co-habit with “ghosts” and my experience of the “shadow people” phenomena.
(Names changed for anonymity)

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This may never get out of the greys... but here goes! I posted on this board last year about the after death haunting of my grandfather but there is more to tell now.

This isn’t my story, but my cousin Matt swears this happened to him and his wife in Bellingham, WA a few years ago. At first I didn’t believe him, as we tell scary stories every year at our annual beach family vacation, but I’ve asked him a couple of times when it was just him and I if it is true, and he assures me it…

Lunch hour at the Library

Last year my husband and I moved into a very old brownstone in the Philadelphia. The house was built in 1860, and is now divided into 6 apartments. Ours is an Edgar Allan Poe story come to life - I was immediately drawn to its 14-foot ceilings with intricate molding, wood floors, fireplaces, tiny carved wooden…

I’ve never posted, so this might live in the greys forever. But!

My aunt and uncle lived less than a mile from my childhood home. My mom and aunt were sisters and best friends so I (and my siblings) spent a lot of time at her house. Even after they adopted my cousin, we were over constantly. The house always felt friendly and loving and my aunt had a way of always making you feel…

Right after college, an ex boyfriend was living on a pretty busy industrial strip in Brooklyn that’s now littered with bars and foot traffic. Back then, though, total shit. He shared a place with 4 friends, and the apartment was a duplex, basement and first floor- to get in, you first opened a heavy grated door,…

I have a few but this is the one that still induces shivers when I think of it.

I’ll share one of my own now. It’s not really scary, but more creepy. I moved last summer and was living by myself for the first time. Things seemed pretty normal around the house at first, but slowly, strange things started happening. When I came home, a light would be on that I swore I turned off when I left the…

When I was seven, my parents, sister, and I moved into a house that had previously belonged to an older gentleman.

My dad told me the story of my great uncle. Who was a country man, who hunted small game, but seen all types of animals in the wild. Bears, cougars, deer, and typical wildlife you’d find rural Northern Michigan. So he not scarred of running into any of those animals out in the wild. The story goes, he goes out to…