My childhood trauma keeps me single too. I either feel anxious around normality or I attract broken and toxic. Healthy people don’t understand my background and I’m tired of explaining myself and feeling like an outsider looking in. So I stopped trying. I’ll be a cat lady, I don’t even care anymore.
🎯🎯🎯🎯 Everything you said is true!! Childhood trauma is no joke, and honestly my parents were 2 horny idiots who had no business having a kid…. Their were more bad experiences, than Good experiences growing up as a child, and a random stranger I’ve met a few weeks back felt extremely sorry for me, after speaking for hours on end & he knew my pain quite well… I think he was GOD Sent honestly…
@@DeathIsFreedom9 I'm sorry I don't wish this on anyone. It feels like a curse, but really I just had no choice to put my trust and faith in God and that he's strengthening me for a purpose.
Thank you for this. I don't want you feeling this way, don't get me wrong. I feel this way so I guess the selfish part of me doesn't feel so alone about it. It gets weird when people go "why you single?" then my honesty is all like "oh yea, that's on me. I'm a tough pill to swallow."
@@TheRandomINFJ Trauma is real, it's stored in our bodies and our ancestral trauma is stored in our DNA. Our blueprint for attachment styles is formed in our early years. If our parents failed miserably that's our lot in life. Doesn''t help that 95% of western society is toxic by design. I wish supernatural and divine healing from our heavenly father for us both.
I pray young single Moms watch this video and learn from your childhood history - so the young single Moms do NOT make these same mistakes with toxic relationships causing MAJOR trauma for the treasured children ! God's continued best health to you always Sir @Machine God Eats !
I love your collection!You already started making your place so cute 😊. I feel you on the childhood f*ckery and instability. Having ptsd and not trusting are understandable (you aren't alone in family divorce/ mess/ hard times) 😕 You got a gift from all that mess.....you know exactly what you don't want and won't tolerate! Be kind to yourself, nuture your hobbies (collecting etc). You got this 💪 Much respect for being so candid!
Where is your father now? Is he alive still? I was in. dV shelter with a newborn. His father was like your stepfather. I dated a few losers after. But as soon as my son was old enough to understand. I realized I didn’t want men coming in and out of his life. I also realized these men were draining me not pouring into me. And the time, energy and effort I was putting into them I was taking from my son who needed me. That’s when I decided it was time to heal myself. Spent 10 years abstinent. After hearing your story I’m so glad I stopped dealing with men. But I will say I felt so depleted as I was pouring into my son and no one was pouring into me. I felt resentful all the time because I felt I never had a chance to live my life because I didn’t have the support system. But at least I didn’t get beaten. One less trauma my son has to unpack. People out here are going through it for just the bare minimum basic human necessity of a shelter. It’s shameful. These broken families are shameful. Single parents need to stop dating, I don’t care what you need. A real parent sacrifice’s. Your needs don’t even matter anymore.
Chaos, unreliable parents which is the only support system in this corrupt economy and society, abuse, little money and sleep deprivation. To me it's live torture, and people like you that made it out as well as you did (just looking at you today, you seem to have made it from very very far) are extremely rare. I went from upper middle class lifestyle to working-class, and sometimes poor and almost homeless, I don't think I lived a quarter of the harships you lived through. But still, I get it. Survival mode.
Thank you for sharing part of your life with us. Continue using your platform to speak your truth. The community you have built will definitely support you. My hope for you is one day you will feel safe.
i used to go through something similar 20 years ago. 2003 to be exact. my mother's boyfriend was a abusive one. I walked in on them while they was having sex by accident trying to relay her a phone message only for me to be scared of life. he would also beat my mother throughout my life with me always trying to protect her when I got older she died of breast cancer in 2017 I hated dude for a long time but years later I found out that he died. for awhile I wanted revenge but the lord took care of that for me I'm currently going through therapy so far it's working. like you I wouldn't wish what either one of us going through what we went through I feel your pain bro.
Wow….thanks for sharing your story….in my childhood we were evicted a lot too I’m talking between every nine months to a year we would go to school like normal and come home all our stuff outside! We lived with family members one family member had an efficiency (large living room no bedrooms one bathroom kitchen closet) my siblings dealt with it differently..two things I’m thankful for through all that is once my parents broke up my mom never had any boyfriends and we all stayed together. Now as in adult, what I took from that was PAY YOUR RENT. I’ve been in my current house for almost 6 years. My children will never go through what I’ve been through.
"He was her fattest boyfriend" is diabolical. This deep dive into your past was very intriguing. Thank you for so much for sharing that. It's healing to some degree. A lot of us are holding onto many yesterday's pains that make us who we are. I pray one day you will find the peace we all are meant to have, in Jesus name. All is temporal down here 🙏
I honestly do not know what to say, but it's good that you are doing better away from all of that bullshit. I've never dealt with something this bad, but I too go through PTSD from all the bullshit i've been through in my childhood. My mom married a piece of shit looser who would beat her and ended up going to jail for robbing a store when we were just kids, after that it had pretty much been, me and my siblings living with just my mom. We moved into the house we are currently still in back in 2001, and it's been the closest thing I can remember to going through hell ever since. My mom was always getting into fights with my older brothers for whatever infractions she could find wrong in the house, if a couple of dishes were in the sink after a certain time, she would ye'll to the top of her lungs at all of us. Forgot to take the trash out on the appointed day, everyone in the house got a whipping for it, but that's not even the worst of it. My mom was always a loud angry person, she would throw and break things, there was one time where she threw and broke the living room tv out of anger against my oldest brother for reasons that I as of now cannot remember, there was one time where I even witnessed her hit my brother with a Water Key as hard as she could on his stomach when he was just lying on the bed not even doing anything. Needless to say, police were always making frequent visits to our house also, and though I could not fully understand everything that was going on at the age of 12(also among the age when your most susceptible to being gaslighted) My mom was always casting it to me and others in the wider family as my brothers were just "disrespectful" and declaring how "she wouldn't be disrespected in her own home" "I'm the king of this jungle" shit like that. It wasn't until I practically became an adult, as in recently in my late 20's early 30's when I started seeing the full picture of the fuckery my mom was own, why so late? because I fully trusted my mom on every advice she ever gave me about my life which was basically to reinforce dependance upon her all while constantly being fed empty promises about how she would teach me shit to be independent "but just wait until I have more day's off of work" wait until I get the money and we'll do this, wait wait wait, I was always being told to WAIT! and when the time would come to where she would be met with the desirable circumstances she was talking about that would allow her to actually be a good parent, then all of a sudden something else would come up at that moment to call everything off. When I was 25 she convinced me to go on benefits for my "autisim" and in so many words she basically told me to start mooching off of the government all while portraying this as some sort of benefit to myself, but it was all a lie just so she could put herself as the payee representative and start collecting half of the money, but even then I believed her when she would say "I love you" despite the obvious red flags that this woman was a manipulative piece of shit and didn't care anything about me or my future, and it didn't help that she got "saved" at our local church and started using religion as this facade to pretend that she was this changed person, but nothing changed at all, all of the stuff she had previously done to my two older brothers, she would start doing to me at the age of 28. She started complaining about everything I did around the house no matter how minuet it was. I mean she was already doing that beforehand, but it's like this time around it just started getting more extreme, more bizarre. She would constantly go into the kitchen with the sole intent on finding something, anything, and I do mean ANYTHING out of place so she could have an opportunity to yell and complain. There was one time where I got yelled at over leaving a tablet of Benadryl on the kitchen table, and then I was accused of "trying to bring drugs into the house" She would constantly complain about me getting up too early and making too much noise in the kitchen even though I would practically tiptoe around the place to avoid such accusations. There were times I would go to use the only bathroom in the house which was in her room late at night (because my mom was a dumbass who gutted the guest bathroom a decade earlier and never got it fixed) And then she would say that I was literally being too loud by "slamming" the curtains to the bathroom. Yes, I said curtains, because we no longer have a door on the bathroom or any of the rooms in the house because of all the violent fighting she would do with my younger autistic brother, or because she simply took them down and never put them back up. Also, how the hell is it possible to "slam" curtains? It was all just a bullshit fabrication for her to start conflict with me anyway, and then those intense arguments would start
my question is is stuff like this SUPPOSED to happen? Are ppl supposed to experience traumatic experiences to be molded into something or what? cause WHAT IF, other realities you'd go through the SAME bs but with a different twist EACH lifetime?? To be strong or learn something. If YES, then I feel and understand why ppl go through stuff each LIFE. Or each FILE (LIFE). Each life is a new game/new level/chapter. And its up to the PLAYER/soul to figure out the game to "beat" it .. Once I get my question(s) answered then I'll be like ooooh ok, I'll accept it in sense where "this BS crap supposed to happen so I cannot be comfortable in THIS reality to get the hint to GET OUT and don't come back/play this game again" .. aka dont pick up the controller again/the body/the flesh .. I digress..
this mystery crap they dish out to keep everyone guessing (i'm an epistemological solipsist which means i'm koalafied like a mfr) is bull you don't need. it's life. it's being. you can check it out i've made multiple albums with "demons" and i still don't know a thing even though i've seen and done everything any hindu god ever did. listen. how rational is this. we're gonna make a world, and put you in it so bad sh can happen to make you all hype. stop thinknig of it in modern terms and it's meaningless. there's the reductio ad absurdum. epistemological is the proof, only the self can be known, life is some sh. there's probably no "supposed" when sh is this fing re*ar*ed.
When my least was up I chose to be voluntary homeless no PTHD here. I actually found it to be less stressful, able to save a ton of money. Wish I did it sooner.
Happy holidays dude I pray u get to stay peacefully in your pad all winter I went through similar stuff and I feel that ptsd too ...keep doing your Thang man remember pump those tires up in warm environment ....cause u pump them up hard in the cold and then take that bike in your apartment in the warm .them tires gonna swell up and explode
I went through the same type of stuff my mom boyfriend blasting in my room to wake me up off my sleep kicking us out in the middle of the night all type of shit I’m still fucked up till this day
my life is so crazy i forget things like this. in 2005 my home studio got robbed (LFM vendetta) i came home and they were using my gear in the house across the street to make a track. when it got dark i was gonna get axed. i tried staying with my mother for a short wile until her fake husband started punching me in the face. then i escaped from being put in the mental ward when i tried to tell a cop about it. it had a fake ceiling when they took the cuffs off i crawled over the receptionist area and out the front door. broke my heel dropping down the other side. they had put my wallet in my hands to pay but i was wearing crazy slippers and my face was bandaged up after the cops got me. now this is just a little thing i forget. i went to the airport like that and bought a ticket to waikiki and stayed in the airport for three days. the only thing i ate was mayonnaise dispenser, don't do that. i lived in ala moana beach park for a couple of months, that's where i got picked up and implanted. they let me sleep with the group after they saw that. but i wrote all this because there was this tongan guy there, he was like 5'6", pretty short, but like at least 4 feet wide. huge. this guy is huge. i'm a welsh kid who has spent a decade making electronic sounds at home and i'm surrounded by castaways from around the world. so this guy who is wider than furniture turns to me and say, "you know what my problem is is i can't stop beating off" funny sh :D real life
oh, on my wey to th airport i did stop at target to get shoes. that night i slept on the ground behind target. two teen boys walked by as the sun went down (september, tucson, little chilly), one said something, the other said, "probably had a full life" rofl 19 years ago
I would've been equally as mad as my mother as the guy she was messing with. She put me in that situation and she could've gotten me out of it. I don't get why people take so much of the blame off their own mothers. Maybe I only see it like this because so much my my trauma came from my own mother directly.
I was watching a show on youtube where celebrities eat their last meals and one of their guests was terry cruz. There are some parallels from his story to yours. Apparently he got jacked so he could beat the shit out of his dad.
You speak of your mothers boyfriends; well I was 10 when I was made aware that my dad was cheating on my mom. Needless to say I grew to hate him for it! At least those men were eventually absent from your life! My mother stayed with my dad, because her father ran out on them when she was a child and she was determined, come hell or high water, her children were going to have a father! There's NO way that I could respect my mother more. But the hate for my father continued, even after his passing, every time I dreamed of him, I was either threatening him or trying to get to him so that I could beat the crap out of him! If parents only knew, children are alot smarter and more perceptive than they think!
"I have to move to a new location and its traumatizing me 😢😢😢" tf???? mans an adult with his own apartment and is making a huge deal over moving? PTSD??? man what a weak species we are
You must be new here. Cuz you don’t know how ignorant and judgmental you sound. You are lucky these filters won’t let me tell you what I really think of you.
No, it really doesn't make you stronger. Getting beat down constantly by life eventually breaks a person...not make them stronger! It's the same concept as an inanimate object: keep banging on a door or wall, & it'll eventually break! That cliché expression really needs to stop🛑 becuz it does way more harm than good: it's extremely dismissive of someone's plight.
it's my job to say, like the history, collecting is an ordinary haha (sensate, near obligatory) response to this culture we live through. im challenge you to get youself some wood to carve or a 3d printer to design for or some clay or something to do with your hands and mak mak everting. it's my job to say this im a dumas.
For real I still have nightmares about getting thrown on the street dreams of flashbacks of wandering the cold streets at night trying to find a place to not succumb to the cold at night
My childhood trauma keeps me single too. I either feel anxious around normality or I attract broken and toxic. Healthy people don’t understand my background and I’m tired of explaining myself and feeling like an outsider looking in. So I stopped trying. I’ll be a cat lady, I don’t even care anymore.
🎯🎯🎯🎯 Everything you said is true!! Childhood trauma is no joke, and honestly my parents were 2 horny idiots who had no business having a kid….
Their were more bad experiences, than Good experiences growing up as a child, and a random stranger I’ve met a few weeks back felt extremely sorry for me, after speaking for hours on end & he knew my pain quite well… I think he was GOD Sent honestly…
@@DeathIsFreedom9 I'm sorry I don't wish this on anyone. It feels like a curse, but really I just had no choice to put my trust and faith in God and that he's strengthening me for a purpose.
Thank you for this. I don't want you feeling this way, don't get me wrong. I feel this way so I guess the selfish part of me doesn't feel so alone about it. It gets weird when people go "why you single?" then my honesty is all like "oh yea, that's on me. I'm a tough pill to swallow."
@@TheRandomINFJ Trauma is real, it's stored in our bodies and our ancestral trauma is stored in our DNA. Our blueprint for attachment styles is formed in our early years. If our parents failed miserably that's our lot in life. Doesn''t help that 95% of western society is toxic by design. I wish supernatural and divine healing from our heavenly father for us both.
Heavy PTSD. Affects us and our relationships. The looming pressure of being back out in the streets has most of us stressing
They tryna set us up
I pray young single Moms watch this video and learn from your childhood history - so the young single Moms do NOT make these same mistakes with toxic relationships causing MAJOR trauma for the treasured children ! God's continued best health to you always Sir @Machine God Eats !
May you be healed 🙏🙏
Kudos for unraveling those childhood traumas 👍 It's tough facing those memories and unboxing them.
Damn man, this video was deep. Thank you for your realness. Keep the content coming!
awesome collection of figures.
I love your collection!You already started making your place so cute 😊. I feel you on the childhood f*ckery and instability. Having ptsd and not trusting are understandable (you aren't alone in family divorce/ mess/ hard times) 😕 You got a gift from all that mess.....you know exactly what you don't want and won't tolerate! Be kind to yourself, nuture your hobbies (collecting etc). You got this 💪 Much respect for being so candid!
Where is your father now? Is he alive still?
I was in. dV shelter with a newborn. His father was like your stepfather. I dated a few losers after. But as soon as my son was old enough to understand. I realized I didn’t want men coming in and out of his life. I also realized these men were draining me not pouring into me. And the time, energy and effort I was putting into them I was taking from my son who needed me. That’s when I decided it was time to heal myself. Spent 10 years abstinent.
After hearing your story I’m so glad I stopped dealing with men. But I will say I felt so depleted as I was pouring into my son and no one was pouring into me. I felt resentful all the time because I felt I never had a chance to live my life because I didn’t have the support system. But at least I didn’t get beaten. One less trauma my son has to unpack.
People out here are going through it for just the bare minimum basic human necessity of a shelter. It’s shameful. These broken families are shameful. Single parents need to stop dating, I don’t care what you need. A real parent sacrifice’s. Your needs don’t even matter anymore.
Damn brother God bless you. Remember one thing it’s not your fault. Be easy on yourself, spare urself the pain, however you can.
Chaos, unreliable parents which is the only support system in this corrupt economy and society, abuse, little money and sleep deprivation.
To me it's live torture, and people like you that made it out as well as you did (just looking at you today, you seem to have made it from very very far) are extremely rare.
I went from upper middle class lifestyle to working-class, and sometimes poor and almost homeless, I don't think I lived a quarter of the harships you lived through. But still, I get it.
Survival mode.
I want more storytimes. Furthermore, it may be therapeutic for you to ventilate through your outlet.
Damn good video. More people than you might realize CAN relate. Be blessed brother, in every way. @11:00 about the "void" is real af.
Thank you for sharing part of your life with us. Continue using your platform to speak your truth. The community you have built will definitely support you. My hope for you is one day you will feel safe.
Dad should have sought full custody.
I like your unhinged humor man. I look forward to your next animation.
Thank you for sharing your story. I have to say, despite your traumatic experiences, you seem very energetic. Gives me motivation.
i used to go through something similar 20 years ago. 2003 to be exact. my mother's boyfriend was a abusive one. I walked in on them while they was having sex by accident trying to relay her a phone message only for me to be scared of life. he would also beat my mother throughout my life with me always trying to protect her when I got older she died of breast cancer in 2017 I hated dude for a long time but years later I found out that he died. for awhile I wanted revenge but the lord took care of that for me I'm currently going through therapy so far it's working. like you I wouldn't wish what either one of us going through what we went through I feel your pain bro.
Wow….thanks for sharing your story….in my childhood we were evicted a lot too I’m talking between every nine months to a year we would go to school like normal and come home all our stuff outside! We lived with family members one family member had an efficiency (large living room no bedrooms one bathroom kitchen closet) my siblings dealt with it differently..two things I’m thankful for through all that is once my parents broke up my mom never had any boyfriends and we all stayed together. Now as in adult, what I took from that was PAY YOUR RENT. I’ve been in my current house for almost 6 years. My children will never go through what I’ve been through.
Jeremy you have a story to tell. Please put it down on paper & write that book. Not only it being a bestseller, it could be very therapeutic for you.
"He was her fattest boyfriend" is diabolical.
This deep dive into your past was very intriguing. Thank you for so much for sharing that. It's healing to some degree. A lot of us are holding onto many yesterday's pains that make us who we are. I pray one day you will find the peace we all are meant to have, in Jesus name. All is temporal down here 🙏
Whew ! You went through a lot that’s so crazy! You act fairly normal for all you been through that’s amazing
I honestly do not know what to say, but it's good that you are doing better away from all of that bullshit. I've never dealt with something this bad, but I too go through PTSD from all the bullshit i've been through in my childhood. My mom married a piece of shit looser who would beat her and ended up going to jail for robbing a store when we were just kids, after that it had pretty much been, me and my siblings living with just my mom. We moved into the house we are currently still in back in 2001, and it's been the closest thing I can remember to going through hell ever since. My mom was always getting into fights with my older brothers for whatever infractions she could find wrong in the house, if a couple of dishes were in the sink after a certain time, she would ye'll to the top of her lungs at all of us. Forgot to take the trash out on the appointed day, everyone in the house got a whipping for it, but that's not even the worst of it.
My mom was always a loud angry person, she would throw and break things, there was one time where she threw and broke the living room tv out of anger against my oldest brother for reasons that I as of now cannot remember, there was one time where I even witnessed her hit my brother with a Water Key as hard as she could on his stomach when he was just lying on the bed not even doing anything.
Needless to say, police were always making frequent visits to our house also, and though I could not fully understand everything that was going on at the age of 12(also among the age when your most susceptible to being gaslighted) My mom was always casting it to me and others in the wider family as my brothers were just "disrespectful" and declaring how "she wouldn't be disrespected in her own home" "I'm the king of this jungle" shit like that. It wasn't until I practically became an adult, as in recently in my late 20's early 30's when I started seeing the full picture of the fuckery my mom was own, why so late? because I fully trusted my mom on every advice she ever gave me about my life which was basically to reinforce dependance upon her all while constantly being fed empty promises about how she would teach me shit to be independent "but just wait until I have more day's off of work" wait until I get the money and we'll do this, wait wait wait, I was always being told to WAIT! and when the time would come to where she would be met with the desirable circumstances she was talking about that would allow her to actually be a good parent, then all of a sudden something else would come up at that moment to call everything off.
When I was 25 she convinced me to go on benefits for my "autisim" and in so many words she basically told me to start mooching off of the government all while portraying this as some sort of benefit to myself, but it was all a lie just so she could put herself as the payee representative and start collecting half of the money, but even then I believed her when she would say "I love you" despite the obvious red flags that this woman was a manipulative piece of shit and didn't care anything about me or my future, and it didn't help that she got "saved" at our local church and started using religion as this facade to pretend that she was this changed person, but nothing changed at all, all of the stuff she had previously done to my two older brothers, she would start doing to me at the age of 28. She started complaining about everything I did around the house no matter how minuet it was. I mean she was already doing that beforehand, but it's like this time around it just started getting more extreme, more bizarre. She would constantly go into the kitchen with the sole intent on finding something, anything, and I do mean ANYTHING out of place so she could have an opportunity to yell and complain.
There was one time where I got yelled at over leaving a tablet of Benadryl on the kitchen table, and then I was accused of "trying to bring drugs into the house" She would constantly complain about me getting up too early and making too much noise in the kitchen even though I would practically tiptoe around the place to avoid such accusations. There were times I would go to use the only bathroom in the house which was in her room late at night (because my mom was a dumbass who gutted the guest bathroom a decade earlier and never got it fixed) And then she would say that I was literally being too loud by "slamming" the curtains to the bathroom. Yes, I said curtains, because we no longer have a door on the bathroom or any of the rooms in the house because of all the violent fighting she would do with my younger autistic brother, or because she simply took them down and never put them back up. Also, how the hell is it possible to "slam" curtains? It was all just a bullshit fabrication for her to start conflict with me anyway, and then those intense arguments would start
I’m glad you made it through bro.
He said we had each other. 😭😢
Your story sounds about exactly the same as mine, I feel you homie, that stays wkth you for life
Salute to you for venting through your childhood PTSD.
my question is is stuff like this SUPPOSED to happen? Are ppl supposed to experience traumatic experiences to be molded into something or what?
cause WHAT IF, other realities you'd go through the SAME bs but with a different twist EACH lifetime?? To be strong or learn something.
If YES, then I feel and understand why ppl go through stuff each LIFE. Or each FILE (LIFE). Each life is a new game/new level/chapter. And its up to the PLAYER/soul to figure out the game to "beat" it ..
Once I get my question(s) answered then I'll be like ooooh ok, I'll accept it in sense where "this BS crap supposed to happen so I cannot be comfortable in THIS reality to get the hint to GET OUT and don't come back/play this game again" .. aka dont pick up the controller again/the body/the flesh .. I digress..
🔥
this mystery crap they dish out to keep everyone guessing (i'm an epistemological solipsist which means i'm koalafied like a mfr) is bull you don't need. it's life. it's being. you can check it out i've made multiple albums with "demons" and i still don't know a thing even though i've seen and done everything any hindu god ever did.
listen. how rational is this. we're gonna make a world, and put you in it so bad sh can happen to make you all hype.
stop thinknig of it in modern terms and it's meaningless. there's the reductio ad absurdum. epistemological is the proof, only the self can be known, life is some sh. there's probably no "supposed" when sh is this fing re*ar*ed.
The social engineers want us traumatized. Let that register.
I love your place man, the decorations are dope af
When my least was up I chose to be voluntary homeless no PTHD here. I actually found it to be less stressful, able to save a ton of money. Wish I did it sooner.
Happy you're not getting evicted. But your title made it seem like you were getting evicted 🥴
Damn my boy is battle tested! 🔥
Sounds like we had similar childhoods. Violent, chaotic, and sad.
Happy holidays dude I pray u get to stay peacefully in your pad all winter I went through similar stuff and I feel that ptsd too ...keep doing your Thang man remember pump those tires up in warm environment ....cause u pump them up hard in the cold and then take that bike in your apartment in the warm .them tires gonna swell up and explode
i feel you man, my "step dad" when we were kids would find any excuse to punish us so he could sell our stuff on ebay because he refused to get a job
Appreciate everything you do! So glad I found this channel. Could your mom have moved into public housing?
She wanted D in her life more.
I went through the same type of stuff my mom boyfriend blasting in my room to wake me up off my sleep kicking us out in the middle of the night all type of shit I’m still fucked up till this day
my life is so crazy i forget things like this. in 2005 my home studio got robbed (LFM vendetta) i came home and they were using my gear in the house across the street to make a track. when it got dark i was gonna get axed. i tried staying with my mother for a short wile until her fake husband started punching me in the face. then i escaped from being put in the mental ward when i tried to tell a cop about it. it had a fake ceiling when they took the cuffs off i crawled over the receptionist area and out the front door. broke my heel dropping down the other side. they had put my wallet in my hands to pay but i was wearing crazy slippers and my face was bandaged up after the cops got me. now this is just a little thing i forget. i went to the airport like that and bought a ticket to waikiki and stayed in the airport for three days. the only thing i ate was mayonnaise dispenser, don't do that. i lived in ala moana beach park for a couple of months, that's where i got picked up and implanted. they let me sleep with the group after they saw that. but i wrote all this because there was this tongan guy there, he was like 5'6", pretty short, but like at least 4 feet wide. huge. this guy is huge. i'm a welsh kid who has spent a decade making electronic sounds at home and i'm surrounded by castaways from around the world. so this guy who is wider than furniture turns to me and say, "you know what my problem is is i can't stop beating off" funny sh :D real life
oh, on my wey to th airport i did stop at target to get shoes. that night i slept on the ground behind target. two teen boys walked by as the sun went down (september, tucson, little chilly), one said something, the other said, "probably had a full life" rofl 19 years ago
keep your head up dawg.
Good video
I know this is a serious conversation, but my guy there were some funny moments. "Whhhy don't we have her money!"😂😂. God bless seriously 🙏🏾
Why didn’t your dad take custody of y’all?
I would've been equally as mad as my mother as the guy she was messing with. She put me in that situation and she could've gotten me out of it. I don't get why people take so much of the blame off their own mothers. Maybe I only see it like this because so much my my trauma came from my own mother directly.
Yooooo bro did you ever get the ninja turtles action figures from target
This was an interesting video man. I hit that like button.
I was watching a show on youtube where celebrities eat their last meals and one of their guests was terry cruz. There are some parallels from his story to yours. Apparently he got jacked so he could beat the shit out of his dad.
That's one fucked up story.
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love it thanks for sharing
Can't you ask them to give you more time, and promise them.
You speak of your mothers boyfriends; well I was 10 when I was made aware that my dad was cheating on my mom. Needless to say I grew to hate him for it! At least those men were eventually absent from your life! My mother stayed with my dad, because her father ran out on them when she was a child and she was determined, come hell or high water, her children were going to have a father! There's NO way that I could respect my mother more. But the hate for my father continued, even after his passing, every time I dreamed of him, I was either threatening him or trying to get to him so that I could beat the crap out of him! If parents only knew, children are alot smarter and more perceptive than they think!
"I have to move to a new location and its traumatizing me 😢😢😢"
tf????
mans an adult with his own apartment and is making a huge deal over moving?
PTSD???
man what a weak species we are
You must be new here. Cuz you don’t know how ignorant and judgmental you sound. You are lucky these filters won’t let me tell you what I really think of you.
Did you not hear his story? Or even watch some of his older videos? Trauma in your formative years can hurt you as an adult.
He’s fortunate my comment got removed by the filter God’s. Because you said it way nicer than me.
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What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger
No, it really doesn't make you stronger. Getting beat down constantly by life eventually breaks a person...not make them stronger! It's the same concept as an inanimate object: keep banging on a door or wall, & it'll eventually break! That cliché expression really needs to stop🛑 becuz it does way more harm than good: it's extremely dismissive of someone's plight.
Depends.
Facts and well said.
Why didn't your dad take his children in?
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You're a parent? How Old are your babies
Anybody tell u look like Arsenio Hall
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it's my job to say, like the history, collecting is an ordinary haha (sensate, near obligatory) response to this culture we live through. im challenge you to get youself some wood to carve or a 3d printer to design for or some clay or something to do with your hands and mak mak everting. it's my job to say this im a dumas.
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For real I still have nightmares about getting thrown on the street dreams of flashbacks of wandering the cold streets at night trying to find a place to not succumb to the cold at night
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