darkship rant

Sometimes I hate being a darkshipper. I project my childhood trauma onto fictional characters and people tell me to kill myself because of it. I have the most fucked-up sexual fantasies you could imagine, and it’s all because the people who were meant to protect me as a child didn’t do that. Instead they used me as their sex slave. I’ll never get my childhood back, and yet there’s still people who think I’m the gross one, not my abusers. Friendships I’ve had for a long time suddenly end when I tell them I cope with fiction. People care more about lines on a piece of paper or pixels on a screen than they care about real flesh and blood. To those people, a minor is always the victim, unless that minor uses dark fiction to cope, then they deserved it or wanted it to happen. How dare you call me disgusting for the way I deal with the awful things that happened to me, while my abusers are still living happy healthy lives? Why am I being treated like I’m the one who raped my aunt instead of her raping me? If only people treated real abusers the same way they treat fictional abusers.