Coming out with a bombshell
10 years ago
Thanksgiving for me was pretty bad this year. So much so that I had to hide most of the damage from even the closest people in my life.
Thanksgiving went alright until later that night. During the meal, a former friend hacked into my twitter account and began posting sexual things. I didn't know this until people started favoring the posts. I reacted with some confusion but thought nothing of it. I just reminded myself to recover my account when I got home. We got home around seven that evening and I forgot to recover my account. By that time my cousins saw the post. One of my relatives stopped at the house to yell and scream at me for it. I went upstairs and recovered my account and saw the posts. I was so shocked that I deleted them right away before going downstairs again where the verbal abuse continued. By this point I was shaking and visibly upset. When they left my parents called me into the family room and we talked about what happened. I said I was innocent but my parents were more inclined to believe my relative. I felt abandoned and betrayed, so against my parent's wisdom I left in the night. I drove to the hospital because I was afraid I was going to loose it and try to kill myself. My reasoning behind it were that because the issue had upset the family to where celebrating Christmas together was now destroyed and the fact that now I lost the other half of my own family in the aftermath.
So upon arriving at the hospital I cried. I called home and told them where I was and when I did my parents were shaken. I had called some of my other friends and reported what was going on. They urged me to get help because I was coming apart at the seams. When my parents showed up everyone said their peace and I eventually was driven back home. But then next day the guilt was too much to hold and I threw in the towel. We went to the hospital and it was there that I was admitted into a partial hospitalization program.
I'm doing better and I want everyone to know that even though I lost a lot, the loss has little value. My cousins really didn't accept me at all.
Thanksgiving went alright until later that night. During the meal, a former friend hacked into my twitter account and began posting sexual things. I didn't know this until people started favoring the posts. I reacted with some confusion but thought nothing of it. I just reminded myself to recover my account when I got home. We got home around seven that evening and I forgot to recover my account. By that time my cousins saw the post. One of my relatives stopped at the house to yell and scream at me for it. I went upstairs and recovered my account and saw the posts. I was so shocked that I deleted them right away before going downstairs again where the verbal abuse continued. By this point I was shaking and visibly upset. When they left my parents called me into the family room and we talked about what happened. I said I was innocent but my parents were more inclined to believe my relative. I felt abandoned and betrayed, so against my parent's wisdom I left in the night. I drove to the hospital because I was afraid I was going to loose it and try to kill myself. My reasoning behind it were that because the issue had upset the family to where celebrating Christmas together was now destroyed and the fact that now I lost the other half of my own family in the aftermath.
So upon arriving at the hospital I cried. I called home and told them where I was and when I did my parents were shaken. I had called some of my other friends and reported what was going on. They urged me to get help because I was coming apart at the seams. When my parents showed up everyone said their peace and I eventually was driven back home. But then next day the guilt was too much to hold and I threw in the towel. We went to the hospital and it was there that I was admitted into a partial hospitalization program.
I'm doing better and I want everyone to know that even though I lost a lot, the loss has little value. My cousins really didn't accept me at all.
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I'm guessing you know which ex-friend it was?
Was the stuff posted furry related? Though from the reactions of your family it sounds like it was actual photos of yourself and this other shithead, since they wouldn't believe you that it wasn't something you posted yourself.
If you need to talk I'm here for you.
I'd be happy to get him out of the house for a few days and give him a safe spot. And a place to have a decent New Years.