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went to an integrative medicine appointment and got listened to (⁉️⁉️) and got a bunch of great advice (⁉️⁉️⁉️) and then at the end he diagnosed me with ME/CFS (⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️)
i love a nurse telling me i have a tic, just like. randomly. that's. that's great.
maaaan, falling down is like a months long event for me. oh boy!
growing up a lower-middle-class trans kid in ohio, i sort of didn't have a reference for the rest of the country. sure, i knew things were better elsewhere, but i subconsciously assumed it was only a slight difference. finally getting out and staying in vermont for two whole weeks last summer, it was surreal. people just exist and no one cares. i felt safe. respected as a human. the crushing feeling of going home without the promise of ever coming back or getting that acceptance again has been weighing on me ever since.
"i hate men, we should literally kill all of them, they annoy me so much" what about me? "well obviously not you" oh. yeah. obviously not me.
express your frustration in a way that doesn't make it painfully obvious that you see queer men as man-lite pls. if i have to constantly remind you that i am a man in these contexts, that kind of says something, doesn't it?
48 hours of misgendering, deadnaming, and insensitive relatives?? wow!! a christmas miracle!!!
my last few days have been absolutely exhausting.
- Dealing with my sister's boyfriend coming over
-Going to the mall all day with my sister and (surprisingly, in the middle of the trip) the aforementioned boyfriend
-Spending the day with my dad, then spending the entire afternoon/night baking with my sister at my grandma's house (too many family members and a shit grandma who i do love. but. i don't like her at all.)
-driving 3 hours in a packed car, spending the day at my maternal grandmother's house <33 with extended family, then driving another 3 hours in a packed car while starting to have a meltdown
i love being a person in the world. totally. this is good and also awesome.
watching yourself slowly lose the ability to do what you love, or even just tolerate- it's so demoralizing. I feel like I'm taking a back seat to what are supposed to be the best years of my life. The worst part is, there's nothing I can do about it. There's no way to stop it from happening. It's embedded into every fiber of my being, and nothing can ever change that.