❄️ Snowflake Christine Milneaux - Munchie who came here to sperg [PM sneasel if you wanna do a proper OP on this tard]

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The victorian era had people dying of tetanus and rabies and factory workers horribly mangled or ground up because of virtually no safety protocols. Fucking hat pins killed people.

These facts mean you're retarded if you didn't figure that out btw
 
Does no one else go through the transtemporal phase as a teen and young adult? I wanted to believe in transtemporaility, but it simply wasn't me. As someone else observed, my particular writing style is... I don't want to say affected, but similar to letter-writing, a unique but charming turn of phrase takes effort to cultivate and maintain. Obviously, if transtemporality were a thing, my natural affect would be Victorian and it wouldn't slip when I'm upset. I admit in recent years I have not done nearly as much reading as I should in order to keep my linguistic garden well-kept. I need to work on that so that I can still sound poised when I'm emotional.

you got bigger problems than your "linguistic garden" hun.
 
Here are some things of Christine's that I found by googling Christine's name in quotes.

Old Reddit account: AdloraOfSolitude
I'm assuming this was her asking a question on someone's Tumblr account: Realizing She's "TransTemporal"
Some kind of monologue on YouTube: Why Are You Like This, IMWAN?
Old Twitter account: ChristineLilacs
SecondLife Profile: "I'm a 24-year old Victorianesque girl. Youthful in appearance, but somewhat fragile."

I.. genuinely don't even know where to start with her.

edit: Sorry, some of these things have been posted already

Edit 2: By the way, despite being sooper sick, Christine used to be allowed to donate plasma, supposedly. She used to be part of the pro-ED subreddit, as well as other sites off of Reddit (which is fucking sickening)

I had to keep my weight at around a hundred and ten for weeks. I'm really dissatisfied and unhappy. You see, I donate plasma. It allows me to have a little extra money for my own. My husband pays for everything else, and he would buy me anything I wanted if I asked, but I don't want to burden him anymore. So I decided to make my own money for personal needs. But I don't think a hundred dollars a week is worth this. Maybe I can figure out a way to trick their scales... The usual things... down half a gallon of water, wear bell bottom jeans and sew weights to the inner hems. I feel terrible having to lie, especially since if I get caught I'll never be allowed to donate plasma again, and there goes all my money. But I can't keep my weight at a hundred and ten pounds. I think the restlessness I feel is going to kill me. I hate having to intentionally sabotage my progress by eating handfuls of chocolate chips. I hate having to think of how much weight I could have lost by now if I'd only been allowed to try.
^ Christine circa March 2017
 
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So, my conclusion so far:

She's a liar and an idiot
Her parents might also be liars and idiots
No doctor thinks she has this victorian era disease
She's a victorian-era LARPer
She thinks her spirit-soul or some shit is actually time traveling
She has spent literally 12 hours on a forum where people have just been shitting all over her

Now, this is where I'm gonna be nice and do you a favor, Christina.

A shame, you could unfuck your mental state and be a pretty okay girl if you actually pulled your head out of your ass and maybe take a dose of humility and admit you might be fucking wrong. You could apply your fascination with the Victorian era to art, writing, or even things like costume design.

Hey, I get it. I liked the Wild West when I was young. I wanted to be a Texas Ranger and chase outlaws on horseback through the badlands. But I didn't delude myself into thinking I was a real wild west lawman. There's nothing wrong with having a little fantasy.

But nothing you've claimed is real, dear. Maybe your parents lied to you, maybe- and hear me out here- maybe they told you this and were full of shit or just wrong. Maybe those guys that studied their ass off and paid hundreds of thousands of dollars for an education in the field of medicine are right, and you don't have this disease and it's all psychosomatic. Maybe the doctor you need to see is a psychiatrist, and there's no shame in it- I've seen Special Forces guys do that.

Go talk to a psychiatric professional. Establish meaningful interpersonal relationships with real people. Come to terms with the reality of who you are and the way the world works, and it becomes a pretty awesome place- and you still don't have to set aside your fancies and fantasies.

Pardner.
 
So, my conclusion so far:

She's a liar and an idiot
Her parents might also be liars and idiots
No doctor thinks she has this victorian era disease
She's a victorian-era LARPer
She thinks her spirit-soul or some shit is actually time traveling
She has spent literally 12 hours on a forum where people have just been shitting all over her

Now, this is where I'm gonna be nice and do you a favor, Christina.

A shame, you could unfuck your mental state and be a pretty okay girl if you actually pulled your head out of your ass and maybe take a dose of humility and admit you might be fucking wrong. You could apply your fascination with the Victorian era to art, writing, or even things like costume design.

Hey, I get it. I liked the Wild West when I was young. I wanted to be a Texas Ranger and chase outlaws on horseback through the badlands. But I didn't delude myself into thinking I was a real wild west lawman. There's nothing wrong with having a little fantasy.

But nothing you've claimed is real, dear. Maybe your parents lied to you, maybe- and hear me out here- maybe they told you this and were full of shit or just wrong. Maybe those guys that studied their ass off and paid hundreds of thousands of dollars for an education in the field of medicine are right, and you don't have this disease and it's all psychosomatic. Maybe the doctor you need to see is a psychiatrist, and there's no shame in it- I've seen Special Forces guys do that.

Go talk to a psychiatric professional. Establish meaningful interpersonal relationships with real people. Come to terms with the reality of who you are and the way the world works, and it becomes a pretty awesome place- and you still don't have to set aside your fancies and fantasies.

Pardner.

She's also a 'little'. So.....
 
I think I may have actually sustained a spinal injury from the speed of your tone shift from "strangle yourself" to fatherly advice. Holy Hermes.

I don't know why everyone assumes I'm not already in therapy, given my penchant for eternal pensive ruminating. There exist people whom I can pay to listen to me overshare about my life and help me parse out my various various neuroses. And yes, before you ask, I'm honest with my therapists. They know everything you know plus about 10 years' worth of pre-internet history.
 
I think I may have actually sustained a spinal injury from the speed of your tone shift from "strangle yourself" to fatherly advice. Holy Hermes.

I don't know why everyone assumes I'm not already in therapy, given my penchant for eternal pensive ruminating. There exist people whom I can pay to listen to me overshare about my life and help me parse out my various various neuroses. And yes, before you ask, I'm honest with my therapists. They know everything you know plus about 10 years' worth of pre-internet history.
You need a better therapist if you're still like this.

I don't have the time or patience to comb through the 903 total posts, but Christine is also on a site called "Talk About Marriage" Profile linked here.

Meanwhile, I have my own bed. We have the master bed that we share, but I've got my own bed and bedroom too. Since I took sick in October we've moved to a new place with better accommodations, including ramps for my CP and a sickroom off to the side with my own bed and medical supplies and clean linens, etc., because I'm kept awake with pain and fever most nights, so I want to have a space where I can watch late-night movies, do treatments, get up and have tea and all that without disturbing my husband's sleep, of which he doesn't get enough.

Christine apparently has a sickroom.

.... For her undiagnosed lupus.
 
I don't know why everyone assumes I'm not already in therapy, given my penchant for eternal pensive ruminating. There exist people whom I can pay to listen to me overshare about my life and help me parse out my various various neuroses. And yes, before you ask, I'm honest with my therapists. They know everything you know plus about 10 years' worth of pre-internet history.

I'm only asking because it's 2019, and shit be like it do- but is this a REAL Psychiatrist? "Therapist" is a word I've seen applied to patchouli-stinking crystal-waving hippy women with hairy legs.

Listen, whoever this therapist is? They're just taking your money and letting you talk. It's not unheard of.

What you have honestly sounds psychosomatic.

And you're married? If you don't get a grip on reality, your husband- he's going to get fed up with this and leave you. He's going to lose his shit and go off at some point. He's going to dump your ass off for inpatient mental care and fuck a woman with bigger tiddies than yours, right there on your sick room bed.

You don't have a disease. You're addicted to playing a role, and you're psychologically destroying yourself because you're not getting actual help.

At this point, I've done all I can. Either you can heed my advice or you'll end up doing yourself in at some point.

Un. Fuck. Yourself.

Do you honestly think people are laughing at the absolute cartoonish absurdity of your antics because they're all a bunch of assholes that don't know anything?
 
Christine apparently has a sickroom.

.... For her undiagnosed lupus.
It might be helpful for her future affairs, too. Link to archive of post.
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More on the affair here.
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I don't have the time or patience to comb through the 903 total posts, but Christine is also on a site called "Talk About Marriage" Profile linked here.



Christine apparently has a sickroom.

.... For her undiagnosed lupus.
I love that room. I could talk about it for weeks, and I'm actually a little miffed I didn't have the sickroom's updated pictures on Insta in time for KF to include them in my introductory post, but whatever. I'm sure you'll discuss it in great detail later.

As to my husband, I hope KF is wrong. So far, people have been telling me he's going to leave me for 10 years exactly, (we recently celebrated the 10th anniversary of the day we met in real life) and so far they've been wrong for the same amount of time. I firmly believe that for as many strange and unorthodox people as there are, there are also a decent amount of people who, for whatever reason, are willing to love and tolerate them unconditionally. I have come to the conclusion that my husband must get something out of this relationship or he wouldn't have stayed, and wouldn't have been so enthusiastic and devoted a provider and companion as he has been. I have no idea what he's getting out of it (Physical attentions, I guess? Companionship?), but it must be something because he's certainly happy to be here. I do not know what makes certain people, often men, fall head over heels for needy, waifish women, but I am glad these people exist and I count myself extraordinarily lucky to have found some kind of symbiosis within my love life, as most people with BPD don't have that kind of stability long-term.
 
Alright, I keep finding more and more stuff. Christine was banned from a different marriage forum, LoveShack, because members found her posting on other marriage forums telling stories that contradicted what she was saying on Loveshack. The profile is still there, though.

If anyone wants to comb through this.. LoveShack Profile
 
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