Addressing the Allegations (Mentally ill)
Hello my dear readers, I'm here to talk about my problems and update you all on what has happened since my public breakdown + why it happened in the first place and what I'm doing to stop something like that from happening again. Might be TMI but this blog is also #mydiary so I'm not sorry LMAO.
I can't recall too much what my original post was talking about because it is now deleted off the face of my blog and as far as I know not archived anywhere, but the gist was I was just screaming at the world about how much of a lying ass bitch I am and how I don't deserve love and I want to kill myself. So. That's that.
First of all, I wasn't actually lying? Everything I said about myself was everything I thought I knew, unfortunately. I really thought I was a lot more freaky about my identity than I actually am, and there ain't nothin' wrong with that. I framed it as "I WAS LYING TO ALL OF YOU" because I wanted to make myself sound as evil as I possibly could because I wanted everyone to hate me. I also to some degree genuinely thought I was lying, because in that moment I felt like I had been lying to myself.
Another thing I "lied about" was being a ~freak~ with the tildes. Just recently, I found out I am aegosexual, which explains SO MUCH about why I felt so confused about sex for so long. I felt like a ~freak~ because I was in to ~freaky~ stuff. I'm kinky, I like to read nasty shit on AO3, I want to fuck a symbiote SO BAD, but I also kinda... hate sex. And that was really confusing for me. Now we know, I'm just so dissociated from myself that I can't do sex. Which sucks because it's great in theory. I also still fully identify as demirose, I've only ever properly been attracted to my life partner. I'm also deciding to use the label aroace for myself moving forward.
I am once again transitioning, wow! I'm dropping the neopronouns (much to my despair, believe me, I love neopronouns) and am now using exclusively he/him for the foreseeable future. I am a man. A transgender, occasionally gender-non-conforming man. Don't worry though, my xenogenders are still my babies and still me. I am, forever, pokemongender. RAHHH Adding onto that, I'm fully planning on medically transitioning right now. Testosterone is very high priority for me at the moment, but I have no money, so it'll probably be a second.
My mom apologized. My dad is trying. My brother will get a better life than I did. I'm so glad. I'm so glad.
I get to take my favorite cat with me when I move out! YAHOOOO!!
I plan on moving into an apartment or house with my partner, metamour, and crush sometime this year. Life is on the horizon for the first time in a while. It's weird having a vision of my future.
I'll probably never be able to work an in-person job. I'm coming to terms with that. For now, I can't work a job at all. Working on loving myself regardless of the amount of effort I can put into things. I am worthy of love simply by virtue of being a meat sack with a consciousness. Most of the people in my life have significantly lowered their expectations of me since I've been seeing my doctor for ME/CFS, and that I really appreciate. Right now I'm just trying to take care of myself and do two (2) household chores.
My phone broke, a new one's in the mail that's marginally better :J Like seven extra megapixels in the camera
New alters have been popping up like dandelions. We have our own journals now, plus a combined one where we each have our own pen color. System rules have updated, and I am struggling not to break them. I'm so used to being the only person I have to answer to. I'm glad we're all on relatively equal footing now, but it's hard to remember to take a poll every time I want to buy something. Sorry, gang. Side-note, my sys-brother means the world to me. So does our new caregiver, Loki. Having an internal family is everything, and I feel so lucky. I wish Bitch would talk to me. I want to know what she's hiding from me that everyone else seems to know. I wish I had been nicer to Jax last night, but he did try to give my partner ED behaviors, so...
The thirteen-year-old that split as a motivation holder took about three extra years of skill building off of me, so he got an instant boost in art skill and I got dropped back into fifteen-year-old levels. It's hard not to feel spiteful about that, but I'm trying because I love him and I know it wasn't by choice. Luckily, in those three years I lost I basically never drew humans, so I'm still about on the same level in that regard. I've been drawing a lot of mine and my friends MCU OCs. He's really good at art. He's living a pretty good life right now. I mean, as good as it can be when you're 13 stuck in the life and body of an adult. I feel bad for him. He doesn't really get to have friends his age. At least he's also aroace, I can't imagine how hard it would be for him if he had wanted to date. He's getting into undertale though, which is peak.
We're planning on having a funeral for everybody who's gone dormant or who got mixed in the system reset. We're gonna make a tribute of some kind. I don't know what. We'll figure something out. I miss Slate and Toby a lot. I wish they would come back. I wish I could stop holding out hope that they might some day. It's hard to grieve when you never truly know.
I've been trying to find a therapist, but they keep hot-potatoing me around because nobody knows how to deal with someone with all this trauma and all this DID and all this disabled. I should be getting the information of a telehealth DID specialist soon, though, and my hopes are high. Hopefully she's not a final fusion pusher. I quite like my system.
I finished The Summer Hikaru Died on Netflix, and now I'm reading the Manga because the cliffhanger had me on my knees. Made my own poster based off one of the manga panels:
Horribly shitty picture but trust me it's rad as fuck Hikaru truly is my babygirl. And also me. And also somebody should totally have gay sex with that guy. I'll do it if I have to.
I've been going to a lot of munches lately, and holy shit everybody is just like me. It's so weird living so long being excluded for all these things, and then suddenly I'm in a group of people just like me. I've met so many alterhumans since joining the community it's insane. I met a fucking, transgender eldritch horror moth kin who was also a modular system?? And they use linux?? At the same meetup as a trans furry who also had ME/CFS???? I've legit found my people. Nobody thinks I'm weird, like, even a little bit. I've never been just regular before. It's so unexceptional that I'm a pokemon, that I'm a system, that I'm trans, that I use xenogenders, that I'm disabled. Even the old white dudes I'm meeting, even if they haven't heard of something before, they're asking me questions and then believing and respecting me. I've never felt so unquestioningly accepted before in my life.
I'm listening to cavetown right now (this is a big deal)
Sometimes I write poetry about my trauma. It makes me feel crazy for a while but in the long run it helps me process.
I'm gonna post a lot about my MCU AU moving forward, btw. I liek my guys.
Everything is kinda poetry when you're a weird little freak.





















