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I Have C-PTSD, and My Safe Space Is the Beauty Salon

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I rarely believe safe spaces actually exist. I’ve been used, abused, discarded, and hurt in the “safest” of spaces, and it’s due to that I’ve stopped believing in the concept of safe spaces, especially as a Black Queer woman.

There is no space I feel inherently safe in, which immediately triggers my complex-post traumatic stress disorder symptoms (C-PTSD).

I immediately become hyper-vigilant, hiding behind a mask when I’m supposed to feel safe and relaxed. Well, except for one space.

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