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white friend: i had a great spring break i got so tan!
me: hoe don't do it
white friend: *puts arm next to mine* i'm almost as dark as you :)
me: oh my god
finally gave in. went to see a really good therapist. went in thinking i was there just to talk about my day in order to get an adderall prescription. left realizing i’ve had ptsd and ADD my whole life without knowing and both the therapist and psychiatrist have no idea how i got as far as i have. the psychiatrist asked me to describe my childhood in one word. the first word to come to mind?
quick.
i can’t remember anything. i can count the good memories i can remember on one hand and the bad are endless. it was a blur. this all happened in 2 hours and i had never felt so exhausted and drained. i’ve been so compliant. i’ve sat through physical abuse, verbal abuse, i’ve sat through being left home alone in isolation for years as a child instead of my mother seeking behavioral treatment for me, and the first memory that comes to mind when i hear childhood is crying myself to sleep to the sound of my single widowed mother and abusive sister screaming and getting into verbal and physical fights over me
i’d go to bed trying to think of what made me this way. maybe my mom dropped me and forgot she did and i’ve got a brain injury. maybe there was lead in my tooth fillings and it damaged my brain and made me stupid. i even convinced myself at one point that i must be some kind of autistic.
i wanted nothing but for them to be happy. and to little child me making them happy meant removing myself, it meant me disappearing, so i minimized myself, i stayed quiet, i stayed in my room, i escaped to online gaming and drawing who i wished i was, and every time i was faced with scary screaming or fighting or being hit i remembered what my grandmother always said, “just grin and bear it”
so i did. “it’ll be over soon,” i thought. “just a little bit of this and i’ll be back to what i was doing before.”
i blinked and now i’m here.
and i’m hoping to god it will be over soon and i can become myself and not this minimized, contained, hesitant, paranoid version of myself.
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he's got everything but a big dick why does the universe do this to me
Women are socialized to make men feel good. We’re socialized to “let you down easy.” We’re not socialized to say a clear and direct “no.” We’re socialized to speak in hints and boost egos and let people save face. People who don’t respect the social contract (rapists, predators, assholes, pickup artists) are good at taking advantage of this. “No” is something we have to learn. “No” is something we have to earn. In fact, I’d argue that the ability to just say “no” to something, without further comment, apology, explanation, guilt, or thinking about it is one of the great rites of passage in growing up, and when you start saying it and saying it regularly the world often pushes back. And calls you names.
The art of “no.” « CaptainAwkward.com (via professorpinka)
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Also notice how trans women are glamorised in the media and trans men are seen as Frankenstein’s monster yeah trans men are females and they still suffer at the hands of misogyny the same as trans women are still oppressors
…… i can literally smell the shit on this post from being pulled out of someone’s ass
TERFs literally think that trans people and allies’ discourse on tumblr reflects the opinion of the majority. Trans women of color can’t possibly be murdered routinely in this country because a lot of overzealous allies call Laverne Cox a goddess on a microblogging website
i knew sippin on that periodt blood n eatin those menstrual cookies would make some1 delusional eventually thanks 4 tha warning miss ovary jenkins doodoo streak the third