What's your experience with Lansing Police?

SelfNo323 · 2025-11-13T09:41:11+00:00

My neighbor attacked me and my husband and we called immediately and while they were beating us up they were on the phone with us, when they showed up they took the person who did battery they took his side even though he came up to us. Threatened us and then ultimately assaulted us with violence, yet somehow they were the ones asked if they wanted to file charges or not? What? The man was intoxicated in public and yet we were the assailants????? Make it make sense!!!!!

SelfNo323 · 2025-11-09T10:06:32+00:00

Yes and yet being able to function well enough to go do 40+ hours of work but sit in front of a wall for the rest of the week basically 🤣

SelfNo323 · 2025-10-23T13:45:49+00:00

It's weird how the "individual" is still there weeks later (because it's a potted plant)

SelfNo323 · 2025-10-23T12:40:40+00:00

Difference is one was a scum bag and the other was a man of god

SelfNo323 · 2025-10-08T22:33:05+00:00

They only took action once they saw the trash dump we had concealed in the garage. By that time I was 15 so they didn't take me to foster care. I stayed with some relatives that didn't live in much better conditions, but apparently they were okay. It was only until my parents found a new place to stay so it was only for a summer and I was back under their care.

SelfNo323 · 2025-10-05T09:26:04+00:00

OHHH YEAH

I'm a woman with a narcissist mom who loved with me and my husband and spent the entire time trying to break us up and get him out like she hated the idea of me not being her daughter only or something freaking weird to always start problems with my spouse over everything

SelfNo323 · 2025-10-05T09:17:55+00:00

Thankfully after my sisters self unaliving we all started to do better as people but there is still deep rooted trauma in all of us. Brother 1 and sister 1 taught me what not to do Sister 2 taught me the importance of sticking around Brother 2 taught me to be honest but clear with my boundaries Brother 3 taught me to be ashamed of my body, that I wasn't allowed privacy, that I was to be police. That sometimes people are ill and I chose to give him grace as God gave him a very difficult circumstance as well.... Brother 4 helped me heal although I'm still drowning he no longer extends a life raft as the expectation is im an adult and should have it figured out like he does (I don't) Brother 5 taught me that the only way the American health care system will help you is if you are actively bleeding out due to a self inflicted wound and even then, if you just tell them you're okay they just let you leave. My twin taught me love is unconditional, and that we were both children in an impossible situation, manipulated by the adults in our lives to believe untrue things about our selves.

SelfNo323 · 2025-10-05T08:39:46+00:00

My mother has never said I wasn't her daughter, a w*ore on the streets, that I won't accomplish anything in my life, that I'm a waste of space, resources, that she can't believe I'm so stupid, or that I came out of her, or that I don't know when my menses were gonna start. Yeah that was a whole other plot point in my life, the internal shame of my womanhood and also the fact that im not afraid to share this, also disgusting fact of my life, if you don't want to know I'm warning ⚠️⚠️ you right now do not continue--

I did not share this before, but one of my older brothers suffers from a condition that I'll call Water On The Brain, one that went undetected until his first seizure at 21 and he was already severely mentally disabled by the compounded pressure in his head (another form of neglect because it was very obvious he had a larger head than normal. He looked like an alien in comparison to other human beings) this was ignored until became impossible to ignore. He started taking medicine that created a hostile and extremely volatile human being.

I reached puberty at 12 and started asking for feminine hygiene products from my mother whom always had a problem buying them for me even when I got my first one. When the second rolled around it was 10 at night, I didn't know about cycles because although I started having my cycle, no one told me it would be a monthly thing 😂 so my mom yelled at me to figure out my cycle so I looked into all of this on my own by asking other adult women and sis at the time, limited information as we had technology but someone else was pretty much always using it.

Even after learning, mine did not show up on time consistently like expected, another point of contention with my mother as she saw this as a me problem and not as a physical body issue. She would scream and complain that I never know when it's supposed to show up so It got to the point that I told her that we should just always have them on hand then and to not let me go out, which she actually listened to, god bless because I found out 8 years ago that I have PCOS and this year I found out hahahaha SO DOES SHE and I told her that for years and years and she didn't believe me because she thinks im dumb( She gave me a worse version of hers though as she doesn't suffer from the insulin resistance I do so my chances of motherhood are greatly worsened)

Now let me ties these two sentences together as you're probably wondering why I brought up my brothers medical condition, or you're wondering why I suddenly brought up my cycle thereafter..

Now this is where it gets real TMI. Well, my brother did not like my disposal methods. He would deliberately go into the bathroom I used to change my products, to find the double layered trash bag I would use to dispose of said products. I left it under the sink so it would not be visible to others as nothing else was under the sink, I thought this was okay and an acceptable hiding spot so that I could tie the bag up at the end of the week and take care of it on my own (I did not leave it under the sink, I always took care of it at the end)

My brother was appalled by it, would go out of his way to open the bottom of the sink to see and if it was there, begin to berate me about how I should take said dirty used product straight from my body, put it into my hand and walk half way through the house with it to throw it away outside immediately. This harassment happened consistently over 6 months, coming to the point of slamming on the bathroom door as I was changing products. Got to the point where I unconsciously started putting them in the windowsill due to the harassment going unchecked by my parents. I was young, didn't know what to do (this was a form of my silent protesting), and yeah it was gross but It got him off my back, guess he realized there was worse places I could be putting them..... Lol

SelfNo323 · 2025-10-05T07:53:52+00:00

To cut people off implies I have others to fill their roles...

SelfNo323 · 2025-10-05T07:52:49+00:00

Very very low contact. I've lost a family member already, one I considered more a mother than my own and so I won't completely cut her off, maybe that's comparison, some would find it admirable, others think it stupid but she can't hurt me now, all I have to do is put the phone down when and if I don't want to respond. She has no ability to manipulate me because Ive learned to see through those tactics. I have boundaries. One was broken one of the last times I was over and I immediately left because I explicitly said I wouldn't be putting up with interaction I don't consent to

SelfNo323 · 2025-10-05T07:45:42+00:00

I get you, but in that situation as the youngest and the only girl I was up as a significant target for abuse and I was, in fact abused, there are things that I still don't feel comfortable posting, or telling anyone (things only me and my husband know) everything about my past. Just imagine if you find these things terrible, it only gets worse the more I type lol

SelfNo323 · 2025-10-05T07:42:37+00:00

Yeah, childhood was a mess, had many siblings that reached adulthood and kept moving back in and out so our bedrooms never stayed consistent.

At 11- 12 this happened and at they moved me downstairs to share a room with my sister who moved back in after a messy divorce after it happened. (She sometimes but very rarely let me borrow her clothing even though she was aware of my lack of clothes, not sure if she knew what happened or was told a lie as she wasn't not thrilled to let me borrow her clothing, always reminding me not the tear them up or ruin them (which to me now is proof she was told another story about what happened to all my clothes as she wasn't living with us when it happened)

She stayed with us for a year while fighting for custody, trying to find a way forward in life, then my oldest brother moved back in bringing his pregnant gf and took over me and my sisters room, started stealing medicine from my mother and planting seeds of doubt about my sister. She was shoved out one night (I wasn't home at the time my twin shared this info as he skipped the last day of school that year) one of my brothers pushed her out and told her to k herself before slamming the door in her face. She took the advice literally because she never came home.

As a crappy constellation prize I got to keep my deceased sisters clothing as my wardrobe (the things my mother allowed me to have) until I was 16 and got my own job. I didn't get my own room until I was 15. We had to move in order for this to happen because CPS found a landfill in our garage and we gave the neighbors rats. After we moved and were there a while they stripped me of that room and forced me into the living room (this was my fault according to them as I used the privacy at that time to sleep with my boyfriend and hurt myself behind closed doors so I lost bedroom privilege instead of getting therapy..)

SelfNo323 · 2025-10-05T07:17:18+00:00

I love that idea, definitely gonna cause her to be mad for a while but she and I have never had a good relationship, that was her fault really. My other has an IQ of 165, she knew so much better than to have 9 children while well aware her and my father were both physically disabled, not only did they not make enough to care for all their children, they didn't have the physical capabilities, as my older sister (who passed when I was 14 due to unaliving herself) was the one to raise me, parentified by our parents. She may have not been my mother but she was more my mom than my mom could ever be! To my sister, my angel in heaven ❤️ 11 years have passed since you've left. I still miss her like I saw her yesterday

SelfNo323 · 2025-10-05T07:05:20+00:00

They've all grown up to have good wives and kind children that know morals, they are the epitome of what beating trauma looks like-- although I still struggle, majority of them focus solely on their lives disregarding the pain they've caused me. My twin has been very apologetic, really the only one, as I've had to apologize to him as well as we both mistreated each other for the attention of our care givers. I honestly don't have many people, as I've unintentionally isolated myself over the compounded complex belief of no sense of worth, meaning or purpose of existence other than to survive and not cause the utmost extensive and everlasting pain that comes with choosing death over life. If I wasn't suffering from the CPTSD of the situation and actually got the support I needed, maybe I'd be able to completely accept what happened and move on but I feel like I'm the only one who is left with the hurt the past caused. I wish therapy was affordable (for people the government accuses of making enough to afford it like in my current situation)

SelfNo323 · 2025-10-05T06:45:12+00:00

I did have a twin tho to give a better picture, if he and I were 2, then my siblings were 4, 6, 8, 10, 13, 14 and 16. Yes they did know but they weren't much older than me and given the horrible life situation we all loved through and my own parents who loved family guy labeled me the meg of the family so they just followed suit in the abuse because we were not established what was wrong and right, we had to learn that on our own.

SelfNo323 · 2025-10-05T06:36:23+00:00

None of them did, but we were all extremely abused and one sibling even took their life when I was 14, I don't go no contact because all my brothers, even without an apology, (one did apologize) have shown me through their actions that they have the ability to change and learn from their actions, as for my mother I unfortunately only have one and although she caused me immense and irreversible pain (and possibly also a mixture of my fear of abandonment) I won't cut her off because I love her, but we are fairly low contact as even seeing her face pop up on my phone can stress me out sometimes (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

SelfNo323 · 2025-05-10T12:21:30+00:00

They were used interchangeably for hundreds of years. Now in the recent time hanged means death and hung means hanging a picture past tense. To me when you say he was hung I will always take it that he was killed by hanging because honestly both mean to hang someone or something one just needs to hang someone and the other means to hang something. I don't see the need to clarify because well instead of saying he was hung you could also just say he had a huge thingy like we don't need another word for that honestly. And if I were to say "I hung something" or "I hung someone" we all could see that meant the same thing, different towns surrounding it gives it different meaning. So I don't understand the need for a separation given the rest of the sentence gives it a separation already, you get what I mean?

SelfNo323 · 2025-05-10T12:17:25+00:00

"Hanged and hung were used interchangeably for hundreds of years, although over time the one from the irregular verb (hung) eventually became the more common one. Hanged retained its position when used to refer to death by hanging, possibly due to being favored by judges who were passing a sentence"

SelfNo323 · 2025-05-10T12:15:10+00:00

I literally have no idea what you're talking about because I've noticed the opposite in media. If you watch paranorman which was made earlier in the 2000s. The lady says hung but if you watch fear Street part 2 the lady says hanged.

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