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For – and about – my sister

For those of you playing along at home, I have been able to, at least in some sense, walk a mile in my sister’s moccasins and I’m no longer angry at her, nor do I believe she is doing this to hurt me.

For my sister, if you are reading this – I completely understand why you came to the conclusion you did about me being a threat. I would never, ever force you to do anything but I understand why you would react strongly to anything that felt at all threatening. I don’t expect to see you any time soon, if ever, but for whatever it is worth you have my support. One thing you need to know is odds are you do have *severe* PTSD and you probably do not remember the event that gave it to you. I really hope you find whatever help you need to feel safe and I will try my hardest to not trigger you in any way.

What happened didn’t involve me – and it was NOT YOUR FAULT – and it would have broken almost anyone. I hope reading this message isn’t triggering and I really, sincerely wish you the best of luck in healing.

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3 Responses to “For – and about – my sister”

  1. Responding to the liar Says:
    July 5th, 2025 at 7:20 pm

    I remember exactly what happened. I remember what you did. Nice try, you compulsive liar

  2. sheer_panic Says:
    August 7th, 2025 at 10:37 pm

    I’m afraid your attempts to chewtoy me don’t work so well any more. Of course, it helps that I generally don’t lie any more. Whereas you are obviously aware I’m not going to attack you, but you milk that lie for all it’s worth.

  3. sheer_panic Says:
    August 7th, 2025 at 10:50 pm

    It’s not even super clear that you *understand* what happened. For example, you seem to have interpreted me freezing and cuddling up to you for warmth – then going away immediately when requested to – as me having planned some sort of more exotic activities. I had to have my memory jogged to even remember these things. Then, through the eyes of “Oh, she has severe PTSD because someone she was in love with tried to kill her” it all made sense. But I’m not sure I buy that it was just that. Among other things, you seem to spend a lot of time on innuendo instead of just speaking of what happened. I think you enjoyed the power of being able to keep me away, keep our parents jumping through hoops. Give me some reason to believe more charitable things about you and I will.

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