Switching Lanes: Being the Perpetraitor

I think, I’m ready to start a new chapter. No, wait: A new identity. I never knew what it feels like to be the perpetraitor. I’ll try it on for size. From here on – if someone doesn’t cry from my being mean, I failed. That’s the street style, alternative, rogue approach to healing: Put yourself in the shoes of those who hurt you, see how it feels. Could be fun, too.  (Actually, it’s the official CBT/DBT shit – they promote shit like that)


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