So Jay tried to explain to his brother why Sausage Party wasn’t good, and about how it cause me to have a panic attack because of the rape scene(s). He said I should just “get over it” and “war veterans have a reason for PTSD, it’s not a big deal”. So now I’m locked in the bathroom, panicking and trying not to disassociate
Oh what a great way to spend the weekend considering the whole reason I started living with Jay was so I could live somewhere I feel safe. Guess that’s gone out the window.