me and my partner were staying somewhere for the night and while he was sleeping, i kinda woke up, and then started just weeping silently. no ugly cry, no wail. just laying there, sniffling with tears down my face. i get up a few times to go to the bathroom, and he cant tell whats wrong bc hes dead asleep, so im in the bathroom looking at myself hoping he doesnt wake up and see me talking to myself in full back and forth conversation.
my partner said multiple times that night that he liked my hair, my weight, and my body type, but i just kept looking at myself in the bathroom mirror and holding myself and looking at my skin.
and i swear, unhealed, internalized misogyny and ableism is wild. i should not be woken up at 6 AM crying about whether or not ill be like, discarded by lovers because im androgynous, mentally ill, and look like a fat boy with tits. i should not have to stand in the mirror and find a perfect angle in order to feel good about my body when i am in perfect health. im looking at my brown skin, flabby arms and body and im just like, "what am i doing with my life?"
because i look like.. this. i can tell that im not just being used for my sex traits, but i cant help think that i am because when i look at myself I always think, "who would ever want an androgynous person??"
and thats - thats the fear talking! the fear developed by one trans man i dated who was mad that i have a voice in my head that i communicate with. he told me that "only a figment of [my] imagination could love [me].".... you dont tell someone, who is hearing the voice of another person in their head and actively wanted to live with that voice as part of them and their lived experiences, that. you do not say to someone that the voice that has been physically and mentally protecting them is the only person who would ever love them. and then expect that to just be.. okay.
right now, its just like so help me God if i fuck up this relationship just because of this fear of mine and the fear of him treating me the same way (he hasnt its almost been a year), im going to blame myself. i should not have to hide that part of me nor should i just be like "oh yeah im insane but not a murderer." i should be able to say openly that i live with fantasy prone personalities in my head without needing to prove that i am not a danger, that i am not violent, that i am not weird, and that i am a living person deserving of care.
and like the entire time im crying, guess who is comforting me - my personalities. that voice in my head that got me in so much trouble in school and in relationships, that voice in my head that creates images when i close my eyes that scare me out of my sleep. that voice in my head that is jealous and afraid that i am giving my body to my partner and that i am living the life they wished they could before they died. that voice in my head that is literally telling me that it loves me while cringing when my partner does the same thing. it is that voice that is its own living being with its own thoughts, words, images, and appearance that lives in my head that is comforting me.
and if i could look at my trans ex in the face, i would tell him that he did a good job beating down on mentally ill people for a living. that he ruined all future relationships until this point in my life by telling me i had to abstain and that i had to be scared of being hurt over and over again. this partner i have now, we tried to date once but that voice got in the way because of my trans ex's wounds. but were back together and im happy, im happy he loves my androgyny. im happy he's happy. im happy he knows that the voice is there for me and cares for me, that the voice is its own person. im happy, but it took fucking hell to get here.