Personal Emotional Safety
Public Service Announcement Challenge
All personnel must attend to their own needs.
Ignoring them results in emotional depletion.
Softening behaviors to please others is strongly discouraged.
Staying palatable for external approval does not guarantee safety or affection.
Devaluing one’s worth to be called loveable increases the risk of heart abandonment.
Unlimited giving without reciprocation is hazardous to emotional integrity.
Cease performance for scraps immediately.
Noncompliance hinders healing and prolongs emotional fatigue.
Continued exposure of emotional sensitivities causes rawness; implement protective measures accordingly.
Acknowledgement of need is not a violation of policy.
Exploration of personal identity beneath survival conditions is authorized and encouraged.
Personnel are hereby instructed to claim, without apology, what you need.
FAILURE TO COMPLY MAY RESULT IN: diminished agency, persistent self-betrayal, and compromised well-being.
About the Creator
Tina D. Lopez
I have a lot of silly things (some dark things) inside my head, so I write them down. Sometimes they turn into poems.
My book Love Ain’t No Friend of Mine is available on Amazon. https://a.co/d/6JYBmLH
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December 8, 1980
When I was six or seven, my stepdad came into my life, and I remember thinking he knew everything. He could befriend anybody, anywhere. In grocery stores, he chatted with strangers over cuts of meat; at gas stations, he bonded with people pumping fuel over how the smell of gasoline was disgusting and yet enjoyable. In restaurants, he took an interest in waiters’ lives—like Steve, whose father was dying of cancer. When Steve’s dad died, my new dad attended the funeral.
By Tina D. LopezExclusive • 9 days ago
Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
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