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Attachment Weaponisation: The Bond Was Never an Accident

Attachment Weaponisation: The Bond Was Never an Accident I never noticed the closeness being built. I just assumed it was love, and assumed what I owed because of it, without either of us ever saying it out loud. Short version: Trauma bonding is usually described as something that happens to you, almost by accident, through unpredictable reward. A 2025 Cambridge study, interviewing eighteen women with sustained attachment to abusive partners, found something sharper underneath that: the closeness itself is often deliberately constructed early on, specifically so it can be exploited later. Researchers call this attachment weaponisation. The unsettling part is that it isn't always obvious while it's happening. It can feel completely organic, right up until you realise how much invisible obligation got built into it along the way. What is attachment weaponisation? A 2025 study led by researchers at the University of Cambridge, published in the journal Violence Aga...
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🎓 Finance Class Was a Scam

 And I want my lunch money back.

They taught me how to find X,
But not how to find rent.
I can recite the quadratic formula—
Still can’t afford a tent.

They said “get a job, earn a wage,”
Like that’s the holy grail.
But forgot to mention taxes,
And how your payslip comes with betrayal.

I learned about compound angles,
Not compound interest rates.
I can graph a parabola,
But can’t escape my student fate.

They made me memorize Macbeth,
But skipped the credit score.
I know how Lady Macbeth felt—
I’ve checked my bank app on the floor

They taught me how to write essays,
Five paragraphs, no fluff.
But not how to say “I charge for that”
When someone wants free stuff

They said “work hard, climb the ladder,”
But forgot to say it’s greased.
And the salary they promised?
It’s just vibes and Tesco receipts.

They skipped the class on passive income,
And how to invoice your soul.
Instead they gave us fake careers
And dreams with a payroll hole.

So now I squat in supermarkets,
Manifesting wealth and cheese.
Because school taught me how to obey—
Not how to earn with ease.

💸 Final Bell:

If school taught me finance,
It was how to stay broke politely.
But I’m rewriting the syllabus now—
With sass, sovereignty, and snacks nightly.

#LessonsIActuallyNeeded
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