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I have been working with a young girl for nearly a year now, and she refers to me as her sister (with she/her pronouns) Does anyone have suggestions on how to approach her with my new name, and that I use they/them and He/Him pronouns?
danny says:
!!! hello anon!!! i have some experience with this!!!! younger children (or so i’ve found) actually usually quickly get this type of thing down. i would suggest just straight up saying something like “ok, so you know me by (name), but now i am (name) and i am also (gender)/please call me ‘he’ or ‘they’”if any other explanations are nessecary (i.e. nonbinary genders, etc.) it’s also ok to just explain that some folks just are not boys or girls! if need be, you can simplify language, but please do not assume you need to.
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There's no word to describe it. The skin breaking under metal. A silent scream? Or a written plea? For this story to finish. For the will of ...hope... to return. There's no word to describe it. When the skin breaks under metal. And the blade cuts through a vein.
good morning cruel world
Don’t you mean goodbye?
no i meant good morning. this world may be cruel but i’m still kickin’
This really cheered me up
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i am not who i want to be and it kills me
Yeah...
The day turns to night, and I wander. No destination in mind, just headphones in. A lost soul, silent in the orange glow. Head bowed, feet stepping to the beat in my ears. As the world closes in, I succumb to the weight on my shoulders.
Why Aro/Ace awareness is important to me
I’m ten years old and my parents tell me I can’t invite my best friend to my party because he’s a boy.
I’m eleven years old and whenever we play truth or dare I get asked if I have a crush on anyone and my answer is always the same
I’m twelve years old and the phrasing of the question has changed from “do you have a crush” to “who do you have a crush”. I always pick dare.
I’m thirteen years old and the sexual jokes people make around me make me uncomfortable, not because of the nature of the joke, but because of the intentions behind it.
I’m fourteen years old and I refuse to play truth or dare. The dares I’m given always seem to involve other people in more intimate ways than the dares everyone else gets. I’ve also realised how fucked up it is that I would rather lick a door than endure being called a liar or a prude when my answer is “I don’t have a crush.”
I’m fifteen years old and an old childhood friend has asked me out. I feel guilty to the point of illness when I turn them down. My friends think this is hilarious.
I’m sixteen years old and I’m so afraid of showing anyone any kind of affection, physical or otherwise, for fear they may take it the wrong way, or make fun of me because I don’t. There are two people in the world I am willing to touch, and one is a family member.
I’m seventeen years old and I’ve just learned about the existence of aromanticism. My previous encounters with people identifying as asexual (all one of them) never mentioned anything about not experiencing romantic attraction, so the term seems more fitting when in conjunction with this new term.
I’m eighteen years old and the old friend who asked me out is messaging me again, making sexual jokes and implications. He asks me if I’m straight, and when I say I’m asexual/aromantic, he claims he respects that, yet continues his unwanted advances. I make the decision to not talk to him again.
I’m nineteen years old and my sister informs me that my mother is insisting behind my back that eventually I will “Find someone, and that humans always pair up in the end because of biology.” The implications behind this hurt.
I see people on here saying that “Pride” is about people expressing their sexuality, and accepting part of who they are, but I also see the same people saying that Asexuality doesn’t need pride, because they’re not discriminated against for ~*~not having sex.~*~ And I don’t know about EVERYONE, but from my experience, even unintentionally, people would treat me differently. Jokes would be made at me because I was uncomfortable.
Comments, instructions, pointed glances, any kind of interaction people could have, they would go out of their way to make some sort of sexual implication or suggestion, and it made me uncomfortable. What they said or did might not have BOTHERED me, but the reasons behind why they would do it. It made me feel like I was being singled out for being different. I felt broken. Parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc. etc. still ask me when I’m getting a boyfriend and they don’t seem willing to take “I’m not interested in that sort of thing” as an acceptable answer. My parents seem to gauge the success of my brothers on their girlfriends (which is shitty) and by extension make me feel like I’m failing (which is even shittier)
Only recently have I actually been able to open up to people. So much of my life has been me avoiding any sort of physical or emotional interactions with other people because I was petrified it would be taken the wrong way. Something as simple as a hug would be enough to make me freeze up.
Since I started identifying as aro/ace, I’ve been more comfortable making friends, more comfortable interacting with people, I actually hug like FIVE DIFFERENT PEOPLE NOW.
Anyway this ended up rambly but like. It’s just been really important to me?
I never found out about asexual/aromanticism until I was 18, and my mother never said it "behind my back" at 19, always to my face. Otherwise this is my story as well...
Pretty much
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the more I think about my past self the more I
Pretty much my reaction when I think about my life until about a year ago.
If you played with Barbies,
Polly Pockets,
Beanie Babies,
Tamagotchi,
Slip N’ Slide,
And Furbies,
Listened to the Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, NSync and the Spice Girls
On Hit Clips, a Boom Box, or a Walkman,
Collected and traded Pokemon cards,
Wrote with Gel Pens,
Wore butterfly clips,
And Snap Bracelets,
And remember watching these guys:
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95% of this is true for me