anybody wanna give me money in order to have a shopping spree? i have been so dysphoric lately ive just donated so much clothes but didnt consider that i need to,,, wear clothes lol -ben (they/them)
Go to paypal.me/beno10 and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
I needed to hear this so maybe some of you all do too, but you do not need to be suicidal to be trans. You do not need to have suffered immensely. You do not need to have had a super shitty life. You do not need to have faced a great amount of conflict over gender. You do not need to feel intensely dysphoric, depressed, or anxious. You don’t need to hate yourself. You do not need to hate your body. You don’t need to bargain your whole identity on simply how good or bad you got it, because that simply doesn’t define gender identity.
What does is a kindness towards and acceptance of self; a realization that this is the best and most true version of yourself. It’s about knowing what feels most right to you. It’s never been about a scale of suffering. Don’t let the world tell you you must face a huge and difficult hardship in order to just be yourself.
I do realize there is so many out there who do suffer a lot from all of this, and who do face a lot of difficulty with their gender and life in general, and I solute you 100 percent. You are probably stronger than I’ll ever be. However, for me, my journey through all of this was easy, and I’m forever grateful for it, but in comparison to what I was seeing, for some reason I thought that wasn’t okay. For some reason, I thought I had to be at an all time low in my life in order to “qualify” into this. I’ve been feeding myself a bargain on my happiness, and telling myself I shouldn’t want to transition if I’m doing fine as it is. That’s harmful, and if any of you out there are also thinking like this let this be a message: Do not base this on how much you’ve suffered, base this on how much you’re happy or happier with it.
Gah. This parenting young adults shit is hard, friends.
I have to have the conversation no parent ever wants to have with one of my young adults. The “do you want to live here? Then these are our requirements” one.
All done with this kid not working, not going to school and just playing video games plus disregarding everyone else in our household’s well being.
Wish me well- I am hoping we can at least have a productive conversation but if not, we’re prepared to move him out.
Notes from Thursday (all the things I've learned this week)
It is possible, if you are talented enough, to slice your thumb very badly while washing a cheese grater. (Single slice blade thing, I hate you)
You will bleed a lot and have to ask your teen to help you bandage up.
You also get to go in for a surprise tetanus booster because *of course* it has been 10 years and 4 weeks since your last one.
Td boosters are painful and your arm hurts even 4 days later. (I googled and apparently they are one of the worst for long lasting arm pain)
And on to the good stuff:
Rainy days surrounded by mountains have an otherworldy kind of beauty. Watching a whole cloud system make its meandering way down the valley, one wispy cloud after another has become my new morning tea pastime.
I unearthed an entire binder of my grandmother's writing when we were packing up the house. I've just this week opened it up and started to pore over it. She was an artist, and a writer and poet and there are so many poems in this stash. It has been like having her sitting beside me talking to me as I read these words she never shared with anyone. I decided this morning to start a Scrivener project with her work and see where that takes me. If nothing else, I can gift my Mum a book of her poetry for Christmas.
How many things do I have to say that I never voice? Why have I let other people keep me silent for so long? It's time to let my own voice free.