Hello everyone! 🙂 So I've been reading some posts from here and finally stopped gaslighting myself into thinking what's going on with me is not real. SO when I was a kid I stayed with my aunt and my grandmother alot, they were poor and lived in a small house but I loved it. It meant more snuggles with my grandma and aunt and warmer winter nights! My grandma was the best, loving, caring, kind, basically a great grandma, my aunt was a little.... off. Not completely but you knew there was something there, like a single petal on a flower rotting while the other petals are fine. (Mind you I was 5-6 so it was a long time ago.) I was drawing with my aunt but she was sewing, it was her hobby.... now that I think about it I never remembered what she stitched up.. hmm.
Well anyways she left the table for some reason or another and I being obnoxiously curious grabbed the fabric she was embroidering, then she saw me from the door way and yelled like crazy. She took it from me and yelled at me not to touch it because I could ruin it, she slapped my hands and in the process of me trying to escape I pricked myself on my finger and bled on the fabric a little. She slapped my hands again and told me to go patch myself up in the bathroom. It was just a pricked? But I remembered having that scar for years, it's only recently I remembered it. But the weird thing about it was it hurt evetime my aunt was around, mind you I didn't hate her or anything but even before I knew she was coming my boo boo started to hurt. Then I think when I was 15 it disappeared but my finger kept hurting when I was around her. She passed away a few years ago and my finger never hurt when I was at her funeral. Rumors about her practice of "Black magic" swirled around town but we live in a small town and I didn't think much of it because I thought that's what small town folk do? Make up stories for fun but I never ever paid any mind to it.
SO the reason we're all here is because a year ago I was stitching up my friends dress for a party and I pricked my finger accidentally. Now the scar is there again, it's been a year and it's still there. We went to the cemetery a few weeks ago and passed my aunts and I hadn't thought about it but the entire ride there my finger started hurting and when we got to the cemetery it felt sore af. But after we left I was goodie? So am I going insane or...?
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[link] [comments]Hello everyone! 🙂 So I've been reading some posts from here and finally stopped gaslighting myself into thinking what's going on with me is not real. SO when I was a kid I stayed with my aunt and my grandmother alot, they were poor and lived in a small house but I loved it. It meant more snuggles with my grandma and aunt and warmer winter nights! My grandma was the best, loving, caring, kind, basically a great grandma, my aunt was a little.... off. Not completely but you knew there was something there, like a single petal on a flower rotting while the other petals are fine. (Mind you I was 5-6 so it was a long time ago.) I was drawing with my aunt but she was sewing, it was her hobby.... now that I think about it I never remembered what she stitched up.. hmm. Well anyways she left the table for some reason or another and I being obnoxiously curious grabbed the fabric she was embroidering, then she saw me from the door way and yelled like crazy. She took it from me and yelled at me not to touch it because I could ruin it, she slapped my hands and in the process of me trying to escape I pricked myself on my finger and bled on the fabric a little. She slapped my hands again and told me to go patch myself up in the bathroom. It was just a pricked? But I remembered having that scar for years, it's only recently I remembered it. But the weird thing about it was it hurt evetime my aunt was around, mind you I didn't hate her or anything but even before I knew she was coming my boo boo started to hurt. Then I think when I was 15 it disappeared but my finger kept hurting when I was around her. She passed away a few years ago and my finger never hurt when I was at her funeral. Rumors about her practice of "Black magic" swirled around town but we live in a small town and I didn't think much of it because I thought that's what small town folk do? Make up stories for fun but I never ever paid any mind to it. SO the reason we're all here is because a year ago I was stitching up my friends dress for a party and I pricked my finger accidentally. Now the scar is there again, it's been a year and it's still there. We went to the cemetery a few weeks ago and passed my aunts and I hadn't thought about it but the entire ride there my finger started hurting and when we got to the cemetery it felt sore af. But after we left I was goodie? So am I going insane or...? submitted by /u/DragonfruitSpare1538 [link] [comments]
