Skip to main content

Featured

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...
Post a Comment
Read more
Labels

Welcome to the Apocalypse: Food Warehouse Edition

 I walked into Food Warehouse today with big dreams. You know, the kind where you imagine stocking up like a responsible adult, maybe even pretending you’re the sort of person who meal-preps quinoa salads and alphabetises the spice rack.


Instead? Fuck all.


Every aisle was wall-to-wall processed crap. Coated, breaded, deep-fried, smothered-in-cheese, “microwave-in-3-minutes” crap. Apparently, the food groups now are:


  1. Things that come in beige.
  2. Things that come in beige but crunchy.
  3. Things that trick you into thinking they’re chicken but could honestly be anything.



The only edible things I could find? A bunch of grapes, some broccoli, and… Lenor. Yes, fabric softener. Nothing says balanced diet like accidentally pairing grapes with laundry.


It hit me right there in aisle six: eating healthy in a place like this is basically a Hunger Games challenge. And women? We’ve been playing the Hunger Games forever. Except instead of bow and arrow, our weapons are sarcasm, resilience, and pretending we actually like sparkling water.


But here’s the thing: when life offers you broccoli, grapes, and Lenor — you laugh. Because that’s all you can do. Funny women survive by turning the shit-show into a punchline. That’s our superpower.


So yeah, I didn’t leave with a trolley full of organic kale and ethically sourced tofu. I left with grapes, broccoli, and the softest-smelling laundry in town. And honestly? That feels like a win.


Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment