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Seamus Finnigan ([info]openbottle) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-08-27 00:14:00

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Entry tags:journal: battlescars, journal: seamus

Battlescars: Anonymous
Written a couple of hours after the pub closed on Wednesday night.

[Warded against Dean, Dominic, Dennis & Susan. Visible to other Battlescars members]

I never talk about how much my scars ruined changed my life. I can't go swimming in public, I can't sunbathe on holiday, I don't even tell people they're there. Not even at Battlescars.

My sex life is non-existing.

Even my best friend is disgusted by them. He can't bear to touch me them.

I'm not proud of them. I can't keep pretending tell everyone else pretend scars are something -

I thought drinking would help.



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[info]angustifolia
2015-08-31 08:50 pm UTC (link)
I was going to reply anonymously, but as I figured out what I was going to say, I decided that there probably wasn't much point.

I had to make a choice between a life of scarves and high collars to hide my scars, or finding some sort of acceptance. Somehow I managed the acceptance thing, but it didn't just happen I had to work at it. That meant talking to someone who lives for a living and even just going outside without anything to cover them. I'm not proud of the scars, but I had to find a way to live with them or I wouldn't have done anything with my life.

Maybe try talking to someone. Perhaps not your best friend, someone impartial.

Or maybe listening would appeal more. I'm sure a Battlescars meeting focussed on scars and physical injuries could be arranged. I never talk much at the meetings I attend, but I find listening cathartic. You might even find someone who inspires you.

I didn't realise I was going to write so much. Sorry about that.

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