we don't know if we're an alien, really.
we're a dolphin. we know that. we know what species. half of us is dolphin, the other half is whale. one captured, one beached? both beached? i don't know.
we're a werecaniform. unless that's where being an alien comes in, although in the timeline we've pieced together, our abusers specifically intended us to be a (were)dog.
sometimes we feel extra... limbs? fins? things on our abdomen. two extra arms, two extra fins, two extra nubs, whatever. that shouldn't be there (it made us wonder, briefly, if some part of us was a shark--psychological origins, most likely; we didn't think we were physically a shark at the time, although we determined that we likely weren't a shark). that lines up most with being an alien, but we just don't know when alien-(ity/ness/other suffix to denote the state of being [root word]) would... appear, for lack of better word.
we know at least part of us is of Earth. at the very least, the dolphin part is. but there's still some part that makes our stomach curdle. makes us nauseous with anxiety. some hook in the back of our mind clinging to but what if we're an alien? no matter how hard we try to ignore it. no matter how hard we try to point to all of the other things.
it's possible the "human" child we were mapped onto wasn't actually human, was an alien implanted, and that's why its form is so off. why so many things were different and strange (in a way, of course, that humans understand as disorders and symptoms). we did theorize in some of the first posts on this blog (now deleted) that we did not simply replace a human child in the world, but were placed inside of a random human. to be watched and considered.
or maybe we aren't an alien, and we're coming up with connections that don't exist.
it... sucks. not having any sort of clarity. not being certain of anything. we try not to think about our alien family that we were so convinced we had, try not to think about the extraterrestrial origins we were certain we were of. it's easier not to think about it. makes things simpler. things are already complex being a dolphin and a whale and a fucking werecaniform, so many beasts at once. why would we want to be more? how would this have come to pass? how would it have come to pass that the "human" child these other humans stuffed a dolphin and a whale into, just happened to actually be an alien? and then that thing that was already an abomination from the start just happened to be turned not just into a weredog like our handlers hoped, but into a werecaniform?
i don't know. maybe we should stop thinking about it so hard. maybe coincidences happen and we should stop questioning shit and chill the fuck out.