She started by posting in /r/CPTSD about how she was scared of her new puppy.
https://www.reddit.com/r/CPTSD/comments/13o8lzp/scared_of_our_new_puppy_wtf/
Despite receiving a few “don’t worry sweaty, pibbles are cuddlebugs” type comments, her fears were not assuaged, and she took it to BPB.
Of course the users there were much more likely to feed her anxiety.
Shelter staff have no problem lying to you
The “greater good” (getting all shit bulls out of the shelter) justifies any means
I will, just sent the test out yesterday. This is going to feel like the longest 2-4 weeks!
Now, she’s discovered the horrible truth (and posted dog pics).
Pibble, cattle dog, chow, GSD.
Of course the users are on OP’s side here.
She’s probably right to be worried to some extent, but they’re also just feeding someone’s mental illness with no second thought.
It was then that I began to bark at myself in the the mirror with mounting alarm. My owner seemed to notice it, too, for she began looking at me curiously and almost affrightedly. What was taking place in me? Could it be that I was coming to resemble Nala and Luna?
One night I had a frightful dream in which I ate a toddler while dressed in a frilly tutu and a flower crown, and woke up howling in terror. That morning the mirror definitely told me I had acquired the Pittsmouth look.
So far I have not eaten chocolate as my uncle Tyson did. I tore into a kitchen cabinet and almost took the step, but certain dreams deterred me. The tense extremes of horror are lessening, and I feel queerly drawn toward the neighbors’ young children. I hear and do strange things in sleep, and awake with a kind of exaltation instead of terror. I do not believe I need to wait for the full change as most have waited. If I did, my owner would probably return me to the shelter. Stupendous and unheard-of splendours await me over the fence, and I shall seek them soon. Iä-R’lyeh! Pithulhu fhtagn! Iä! Iä!
https://rdrama.net/post/180339/in-lovecraftian-twist-ending-rcptsd-and