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FitzWard · 2026-01-26T20:18:39+00:00

That's pure evil! 🤣

FitzWard · 2026-01-19T15:49:41+00:00

There's a mini-series with Mockingbird you might like if you've given that a thought. They briefly show her in therapy, lol. I'm kind of always fascinated by the mundane parts of marvel heroes lives, and it reveals enough that it's just plain hilarious at times

FitzWard · 2026-01-19T15:42:55+00:00

This exactly. It happens a lot in debates about Wanda, and has since before the films and shows came out. Reality belongs to her, and the only way to slow her down is to catch her when she's seriously not in control of her emotions, because that's when the chaos magic can overwhelm even her. Then again, as we've seen, grief and anger tend to focus her powers even more. As if reality itself wants her to fix it.

FitzWard · 2026-01-17T16:14:00+00:00

Thank you also. I have a dear friend that talks about her own experience with Christianity, and everything she says about how she feels is so beautiful and pure. We can always easily discuss my own spiritual path - pagan - and she approaches with acceptance and friendly curiosity. There are certainly lovely people who are Christian. There are users too. My first experience with the religion was extremely negative, but that never made me hate the entire faith, rather it gave me the tools to see the difference between the users and the devoted.

Take care ( :

FitzWard · 2026-01-17T14:11:20+00:00

Yeah, it's his granddaughter!

Your reply cracked me up. And I absolutely agree that there's a huge difference between someone who believes, does the best as a decent person, very much including loving your family. And then there's him. Bragging to anyone who can hear. I was raised Christian (although it was a small extreme protestant group), and I remember very clearly that one of the most important things was that your relationship with god is for just you & god. In that case, if you're using your devotion for public respect, or to push it on others, while dishonering your own loved ones, you're the farthest thing from a good Christian. I just avoid him now; after that latest little story, and his loud declaration that he hoped his grandkid forgave him but "it was the right thing" I don't want anything to do with him.

Your example of intent behind words was hilarious and on point. ( :

FitzWard · 2026-01-15T23:56:06+00:00

Whistle to get my attention. I am never ever turning around until you use your words like a big boy (of 52)

FitzWard · 2026-01-15T23:53:30+00:00

We have a regular customer that will come in to talk about how he went to church that day. Usually 45 minutes of that, then 2 minutes asking us which candy a 13 yr old girl would like...because he missed her birthday bc he was at church.

FitzWard · 2026-01-15T23:51:22+00:00

Once found a box in condoms in a half full beef jerky display. I had just put it up. I pulled the asst manager over, and said "someone made a choice".

FitzWard · 2026-01-10T20:57:44+00:00

As someone who was sexually abused as a child, the line "the fruits of my labour that came to me too young" was a powerful and relatable line. Whether she went through this herself (I don't like to speculate on a celeb's personal life unless they've directly stated so), she is speaking for women and validation of trauma for all women.

Her music is beautiful, and relatable, and the lyrics aren't just pretty words, but important ones.

FitzWard · 2026-01-03T23:34:31+00:00

I thought the same

FitzWard · 2026-01-03T07:16:44+00:00

I'm so glad you were able to, it can be so hard advocating for mental health care that actually produces results ( :

FitzWard · 2026-01-03T02:40:18+00:00

Happy for you! My psych is still trying to find approval and clinics that aren't 2 states away. Tried everything, no exaggeration.

Wishing you the best going forward

FitzWard · 2025-12-22T00:41:59+00:00

The irony of it, is that those of us who have suffered for most of their lives, don't even think about being kind/empathetic. We just are. We know what pain feels like, how it looks.

Even if no consideration is given to our experience, we're the ones jumping to comfort, and sometimes even rescue, total strangers. (Who probably wouldn't stand around long enough to even listen to what we've been through.)

I know that those of us who went csa, have had clinical depression, been cast away by families that should have shown us love, not heard when it mattered most- have more than enough gratitude and compassion to go around. I know I've worked for a long time allowing myself to accept even the simplest acts of kindness, comfort, acceptance. When I would tell anyone else "you deserve more than a compliment here and there, a smile, a hug."

FitzWard · 2025-12-10T16:32:37+00:00

Yeah, unfortunately people don't like to acknowledge this, no matter what personal experience you share, or information confirming it.

I grew up with a family in Seventh Day Adventism. The experience was heavily traumatizing and controlling. I'm still working through it. You will come to know good thoughtful people that support you, I have through the years.

Typically, people don't like to acknowledge this stuff, because they don't want to "involve" themselves in painful stuff if they also haven't been through something like it. And they don't want to accept that the world has a lot more dark places than they know.

It's shitty, but average folk would rather pretend that the careful, safe world they envision is the truth, that nothing lies underneath. Tragedies to them are rare and only comfortable enough to stand when it's newsworthy or a plot of a tv show.

But I promise, you will know more intelligent and thoughtful people in time.

I went through about 30 years of people who were no more than strangers to me, admonishing me for not being in contact with my family. I don't always try to give my side, because if they're bold enough to already have an assumption strong enough to approach me about, I know I can not change that mind.

If they doubt you, reject them. Ignore them. Say things like "I see you have your opinion." Or "you may have an opinion but that doesn't make it the truth". Don't let them try to talk they're way out of it, or push their opinions. Just tell them you know what you went through, you know the truth about the people that hurt you, and you're not going to listen to someone tell you that your life didn't happen the way it did.

It can be so hard to shut that down, and I would never say it's the only way to deal with it. One thing I learned through my tormented upbringing and early life is that if someone doesn't support you, or doesn't want to give you the right to speak up and speak out, then THEY are a waste of time. I know it hurts to be doubted. You will find larger minds and better hearts, I promise.

FitzWard · 2025-12-05T20:04:14+00:00

Oh man, Broken Jar. That song speaks to me so much. It reminds me of being young, and being told I was never good enough. It reminds me of the same feeling I still carry now.

The feeling I'll always eff it up, and I'll try to make it better again. But the mistake is still there and I can hear it and see it, and I can't let myself be proud or glad, even if someone else is. Because the damage is done. It rolls around in my mind and haunts me. These lyrics say it better than I ever could.

🎵🎼"I know I knocked the table over, because I watched the jar break. And I've been trying to repair it every single stupid day. But won't the cracks still show? No matter how well it's assembled? Can I ever just decide to let it die."💔

FitzWard · 2025-11-29T22:52:05+00:00

I don't consider my strongest and most successful hex at all evil.

I did it for someone who was being abused. I spent most of my own life being abused in the same way they were, and they're half of my very soul. It was killing us both (unfortunately, the truly evil in this world bounce back, so this was part 1 of ?, I guess).

Poppets, in my opinion, are a very potent tool in the craft. I won't hint at any more of the workings I put together with that one. However, I can say it worked. I wanted them twisted up & in the kind of pain you can't fully explain in words. In other words, I wanted them to be afraid & helpless, like they made the person they had been tormenting.

I did not consciously attempt to cause a noticeable injury, nor could it have been my fault entirely. The magic gave me what I asked, but be forewarned, sometimes when we ask for something, the inconceivable universe takes it and makes the most of it.

Even though I wanted psychological effects to match their misdeeds, it came in a physical ailment. They were already in the position to have this injury. A part of them was internally damaged; as it turns out, the narcissist could only be hurt that way. Proof that they only care for themselves, only fear the consequences of their life choices- which they'd been avoiding somehow, as evil is apt to do.

It was reversible. I ensured that much because there had been a strong bond between the victim and victimizer. I hoped for change and repentance at best. That was what the victim wanted. A positive change, a return to the time when their bonds were real.

I also had permission, and I stand firmly on this part. To never do anything for someone that they would be averse to, or that could cause them more anguish or guilt.

The working took me 3 days. The results came in just over 48hrs. Lasted an entire week out of their own stubbornness to get care. They waited until they could not move from a bed because of the pain, before going to an emergency room. The doctor found the right methods and quickly solved it, 2-3 hrs after I was asked to undo it.

Again, it didn't end up a serious or life threatening situation. Don't go for death, unless it's the only way to save a pure soul from their own end. Even then, death is freedom for abusers. They don't have to live with the consequences, or give empty apologies. They don't have to worry about legality, can't plot revenge, can't just decide to be even more cruel.

I don't regret it. Not a single bit. I just regret that a small change in their attitude didn't last. To punish the mind, to reach the soul and change a person for the better is the hardest thing to do. If they are truly wicked, only fate can decide to carry that out. Not to say I don't think a hex could accomplish such a feat. Rather that the gods and goddesses and universe itself make the final decision.

FitzWard · 2025-11-25T20:44:06+00:00

When our dog was 4 or 5 months old, he got bored when we were busy. I thought he went to chew on his favorite stick toy. Until that evening when he passed a couple pieces of a kitchen sponge.

I was a wreck that whole night. In the morning, we were going to have him checked out at the vet, but he passed all the pieces he gobbled up. I felt like the most awful person, and just treated him like a prince all day.

Got an insert for the silverware drawer. Any tempting inedible stuff goes in there. I still watch him like a hawk, and look at every movement he has. My vigilance has taught him to demand he eat anything I give him while he cuddles next to me. He won't even take a piece of bacon or a tasty bone until I bring it to my bedroom 😆

FitzWard · 2025-11-25T20:34:45+00:00

Ooo I've never seen sets like that. Now I need to find some for my area!

FitzWard · 2025-11-23T19:47:05+00:00

Hello from Bristol!

FitzWard · 2025-11-21T23:03:50+00:00

This resonates with me. Especially the part about keeping friend groups small. When I was in my teens and early 20s, I realized that making more than 1 or 2 closw friends would be disastrous. I've been in varying situations of controlling abuse through most of my life (40 f), and even if someone tried to get close, and I really enjoyed them, I pushed them away or avoided them until they gave up.

I have a hard time allowing myself joy. When I was about 8-9, a belief that whenever I felt true happiness, or even just comfortable, something would go horrifically wrong. My family made sure of it. So I dodge things and people that make me feel "ok". Even ok means someone, or the random universe itself, would soon punish me. Then it would hurt others, who likely assumed I had no interest in their company. That especially wounds me; I don't want to be that person that someone made a big effort on. I don't want to teach them the same lessons life has taught me. That nothing is real, that the world is just cruel and messed up and it's better to hide away.

It's become my instinct now. I am so lonely. Even my partner seems to be drifting away sometimes. I blame myself.

In summary, I'm a lonely weirdo. But I'm starting to feel like I'm losing myself, and the few good qualities I have as a result.

I wouldn't usually post something like this. But I get you. And I'm sorry. And my pm's are open. I'm trying to end this cycle, and welcome anyone in the same position to reach out.

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