The main reason I have grown to love this show, especially since 2008, is because it is one of the best ways I use to escape my reality, or at least take my mind off of the worries and stress that accompanies my life.
A lot of traumatic things have happened to me in my life, one of them being that while I was pregnant my daughter’s father cheated on me with five different women and showed no remorse for it. He had been pretty abusive already, but there were a few months where he was a good boyfriend to me after we had our kid. I thought he was changing. I was wrong.
I was also diagnosed with skitzoaffective disorder during the most violent and dramatic times in my life, the time when I had to put a restraining order against my daughter’s father because he kept threatening to take my daughter, attacked me to the point that I now have a fracture in my skull, and threatened violence against my own father. Cops had to be there while he picked up the rest of his stuff from my parent’s house because the restraining order was still active. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t feel a sense of smugness about the fact that he had to pick up his stuff with police supervision in front of my entire neighborhood. (Ladies, if a man puts his hands on you the way he did, he’s going to do it again. It doesn’t matter how much he kisses your ass afterwards: kick his ass to the fucking curb.)
The Challenge really helped me during that time of my life, and it continues to help me cope with my skitzoaffective disorder and my rocky relationship with my kid’s father. I think he knows better not to fuck with me ever again. Watching these people go through such trying situations on this show makes my own struggle a little easier to bare.