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I was talking to someone earlier today, a few people actually, on an online chat for support for survivors, and I was astonished at how nice people are...calling me sweetie, honey, lovely one. Even as I type those now I'm crying. Reading them made me ache and cry. No one around me says those things, so it's weird to hear them from complete strangers. I'm just puzzled as to why I get so upset when faced with kindness. I get so sad when my T calls me sweetie too. And I guess I'm just wondering...does anyone else ever feel the same? Or is it abnormal in some way? When people are nice to me it actually makes me want to crack in half and shatter....but I like it. I love when they are sweet and call me nice things, because it's so unfamiliar and it makes me feel like someone cares. I just wish it didn't make me hurt so badly.
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From what you are saying it sounds like its the lack of the use of the words to you that gets you, and now that you are hearing them you have mentally realized what has happened. from what I am hearing it should be a natural thing to come out I wish you the best of luck with your friends/family and hears hoping that life can be nicer to you. Good luck and have a good day/night for whatever time your reading this. If you wish to talk more you can PM ill try to respond quickly.
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Hi,
I have a kind of experience like, a bit different. It made me cry when while in a foreign country foreign people told me that there is nothing wrong with me and that I have the right to pursue happiness and that I have the right to fight for it and that I have inherent dignity as every human being. It made me realize that at home people feel sorry for me, people feel pitiful about me and that they did not considered me as equal, but "a lesser woman" or human, including my parents. It was hard to swallow. I am sending you a hug
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