u/Fearless_Garden618

I'm picking up running again finally, now that my back is no longer in excruciating pain. I got my reduction almost three years ago, and I'm noticing that the friction from my jogging bra is causing these big blisters to form -only- along my scars.Apparently it's because scar tissue is thinner and more fragile. I can't feel them thankfully, because I'm mostly numb on my chest.

does anyone else get this? If so, what do you do to mediate it? Right now I just have a bunch of band-aids on friction points x_x

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why have i not been slabbed yet

TW: mentions of stalking and groping.

I had a very proud moment in college. This guy was known for stalking and cornering female students out in the open (Yes, he did eventually get expelled). I was studying in the library when I saw him corner a girl in the hall. He was getting very close to her, and wouldn't leave. I come up to her and pretend to be her classmate, and invite her to lunch. The guy (who knew of me, because I'd told him to GTFO before) got visibly upset and left.

She thanked me and said she was having a hard time getting away from him. I offered her my number in case he came around again and she needed help, and the interaction ended.

Later that week I'd gone home for the weekend and told my mom about the interaction while in the car. I was so proud of myself. I've always been the kind of person to not let creepy guys' behavior slide, especially not after a classmate groped my boobs in middleschool. I thought my mother would be proud of me too, but instead she said this:

"Why did you give her your number? She probably thought you were some kind of sicko trying to have sex with her."

Naturally, I deflated. I was suddenly questioning my own motivations, wondering if I was secretly a horrible sex pest, just like the guy who'd cornered her. This was a typical interaction with my mother. She regularly accused me of horrible sexual deviancy, especially when I was very little.

She'd cornered me and shamed me for being "disgusting" before when I was around six, because I was singing "lady lumps." I had no idea what a lady lump was.

She accused me of having a gay orgy with my friends and girlfriend in highschool when I came out to my parents as bi. (Most I ever did was hold her hand in the hallway. We were fourteen.)

She thought I had sex with my friends at a sleepover when I was 8 because I asked her if you could get pregnant from sleeping in the same room with another girl. (I developed pregnancy OCD from a young age)

The list goes on. I learned that anything could be spun into sexual deviancy and developed awful OCD surrounding it. I'm still unpacking it, and it's getting a lot better, but working on it means looking back at the way this woman acted like I was a criminal.

anyone else's parent accuse them of doing stuff like this?