stigma

⚠️ This blog shares my personal, sometimes painful experiences with MS and mental health. My intention is to speak honestly and offer solidarity not to harm or replace professional advice. I’m not a doctor or therapist, just someone who gets how hard it can get. If you’re struggling, you’re not alone. Please reach out to a trusted friend, support group, or professional. You deserve help and hope.

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So a very good afternoon to fellow humanoids, NHI and all readers of this blog. so it turns out that I was A victim of forced adoption in the 1950s would you believe? Yes, I was adopted through the Church of England Adoption Society and I was born in a mother and baby unit, I often wondered when I first met my mother why things were very weird and then I realized that she didn't want to get rid of me and that she was forced too, and the guilt of getting rid of me and my sister basically destroyed her. She was a shell of her former self I believe and she carried the guilt until her dying day a couple of years ago. So yes, I myself personally have suffered due to being adopted and the social stigma also.

WARNING FULL RANT TRIGGER WARNING

So if you're easily triggered, I suggest that you leave this blog now as some of the details could be triggering and I'm sorry for that but I've got to get my truth out and I'm sorry if my truth hurts anybody.

So yes, I was beaten black and blue for no reason. I was abused horrendously for most of my young life, until I was forced into things that weren't normal for a child to do of any age really. It was like I was living like a mini slave. If you could imagine that. I was living with people who had no right whatsoever to adopt children as they were really not suitable, they were monsters .

Let me just say that. Being your reminded every day that you've been adopted and that you should be grateful is not a nice thing. Being forced to go to church every Sunday, having religion forced on me. trying to make me feel grateful that I was adopted through the church.

Well, I'm not grateful at all because being adopted and being a forced adoption, well, that has completely ruined my life. Totally, you have no idea what it's like to be taken from your mother at six weeks old and then thrown to the wolfs Only adopted people will understand what it's like being adopted and it's not pleasant for some. No one even listening to you. Why? Because you're adopted. And why are you adopted? Because your mother accidentally had sex and got pregnant. Oh, dear me. So let's make that person feel guilty. Let's make them get rid of that child. They don't care about anybody.

Anyway, that's all I'm going to say on the matter, as far as I'm concerned, because I've had the shitty end of the stick most of my life and, well, the Church of England are not going to apologize to me personally, I'd like them to knock on my door and say to me, 'We apologize to you!' and then they can say to me when I contacted my local vicar back in the 70s and I complained about what was happening to me and you ignored me ! and I complained to lots of people about what was going on, no one even listened to me, and apology really quite does not cut it, does it? So yeah, I end this post here before I say something I really shouldn't, but I have suffered all my life and why? Because of so-called fucking do gooders who should keep their fucking noses out of other people's fucking business.

And being told that my mother wasn't a good person nor my father. Well, really? How do they know these things? I've actually met my real mother and my real father. And everything I was told was an absolute pack of lies. Also my medical records show my adoptive mother was seen as not suitable but no one did anything ! I remember my mother saying she had no choice didn't want to get rid of us but had no choice ....

I apologize for the bad language but my life is so complex and the ms is really bad atm... so to all the readers of my blog be strong be positive till next time... sending peace healing love and light to you all no matter who or what or where ever.....

Warlock Dark Chronic illness survivor, truth-teller, occasional bastard. From My Living Hell (For those who came here by accident: yes, my living hell is real. And yes, we still fight. Every shitty day. With defiance.)

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⚠️ Please read with care: This blog shares personal, sometimes painful experiences. My intention is to support and speak honestly not to harm. I’m not a professional, just someone who understands how hard it can get. If you're struggling, you're not alone please reach out for professional help.

please remember I suffer with severe cognitive dysfunction this may be a confusing read. Some AI written content

Still good morning, good afternoon. Or hello to wherever or whomever you are, whether you're humanoid, whether you're NHI or whatever you are, a very good morning.

🧠 THE PRINCIPLE

Dark humor isn’t edgy. It’s engineered. It doesn’t punch down. It punches up. It doesn’t trivialize. It defuses. It doesn’t mock. It mirrors.

🧱 EXHIBITS OF RESISTANCE

🖋️ EXHIBIT 1: THE DIAL-UP UNIVERSE “If I stand up fast, the universe loads on dial-up.” “Body update: patches released, bugs remain.” “I’m not ghosting you, I’m pre-haunting.” Why it works: We’re not coding a game. We’re coding our existence. The body is a glitch. The mind? The debugger. We laugh — because we know we’re not done. We’re not rebooting. We’re rebooting ourselves.

🩺 EXHIBIT 2: BUREAUCRATIC BATTLEFIELD “Any allergies?” “Yes — mornings and optimism.” “Rate your pain 1–10.” “Windows Vista.” Why it works: They want numbers. We give metaphors with teeth marks. The system is a spreadsheet. We’re the spreadsheet with a smirk.

🚪 EXHIBIT 3: THE THRONE ON SPORT MODE “It’s not a wheelchair — it’s a throne on sport mode.” “Ramps are my red carpet — pity is not on the guest list.” Why it works: We don’t need to be “accommodated.” We choose to be “throne-sized.” We don’t apologize for our mobility. We redefine it.

🤝 EXHIBIT 4: THE WELL-MEANING MENACE “Have you tried yoga?” “Yes. I achieved corpse pose. Nailed it.” “You’re so brave.” “Invoice sent.” Why it works: The normies want to comfort us. We want to redefine comfort. We’re not being “sassy.” We’re being strategic.

🪖 EXHIBIT 5: THE LINE YOU DON’T CROSS Dark humor doesn’t punch down. It punches up — at fate, systems, your own rotten luck. If the joke needs a victim, it’s lazy. It’s savage. It’s calm. Why it works: We’re not laughing at the pain. We’re laughing through it. We’re not joking about suffering. We’re defusing it before it eats the furniture — and us.

🧭 FAQ FOR THE EASILY STARTLED

Is this unhealthy? Only if you’re the only tool. It’s a scalpel — not a sledgehammer.

Are you trivializing suffering? No. We’re defusing it before it eats the furniture — and us.

Can I joke like this if I’m healthy? Not about us. Laugh with us after we set the tone. You’re a guest — bring snacks.

🧰 MICRO-TOOLKIT: USE, DON’T ABUSE

🌟 Name the monster before it names you. You’re not the problem. You’re the observer.

🔥 Keep one joke you never explain. Private lightning — not a public storm.

🧭 When you can’t walk the distance, shorten the map. When you can’t shorten the map, redraw the legend.

⚡ You can’t outrun the system? Outrun the joke.

💥 CLOSING SNARL: THE TRUE ARMOUR

Dark humour is not a mask. It’s armour that fits badly — but still stops the arrow. We laugh. We proceed. We survive.

📜 PRACTICAL NOTES — PIN THIS

Lower the bar until it’s a trip hazard — then step over it anyway. One task = win. Two = parade. Three = coma. Music, art, writing — not hobbies. Lifelines. Anyone calling you “brave” owes £20. Same-day payment preferred.

🌈 FINAL LINE

We laugh. Not to escape. We laugh. To survive. We laugh. To move. We laugh. To live. We laugh. To be. Not the victim. Not the joke. Not the laugh. We’re the Armour. The joke. The laugh. The survivor.

🚀 FINAL CALL TO ACTION

Now — go. Laugh. Survive. Repeat. You’re not broken. You’re rebooting. And you’re not alone. We’re all laughing — through the crash, through the pain, through the absurd.

You’ve got the manual. Now go. Laugh. Survive. Repeat. Dark Humor Survival Manual Rebooted For those who laugh while the world spins off its axis.

Still sending everybody peace, healing, love and light, no matter who or where you are, take care. So thank you very much for reading. I do appreciate all the readers.

Warlock Dark Chronic illness survivor, truth-teller, occasional bastard. From My Living Hell (For those who came here by accident: yes, my living hell is real. And yes, we still fight. Every shitty day. With defiance.)

@goblinbloggeruk - sick@mylivinghell.co.uk 𒀭𒊩𒆳 ᛞᚱᚨᚷᛟᚾ ᛏᚱᚨᚾᛋᚲᚺᚱᛁᛖᛞ ✦ ᚹᚨᛏᚲᚺᛖᚱ 𒀸𒀭 ᚢᚾᛒᛟᚢᚾᛞ