So I had an incident while binding
A couple months ago I started binding at school and on day a forgot I had to go to band practice. Now I should let you know that 1.) I usually bind with a very tight/broken camisole tank top thing 2.) I play the flute and if you know anything about that you know my arm is up in the air for at least 3 minutes per song and we did about 4 songs that day. (3. I couldn’t go and re adjust because then I’d have to take off my sweater and shirt and I would be more late than usual.
After a while in some different classes I noticed my arm started hurting more and more as time went on. By the time I got home I couldn’t ever open the refrigerator with that hand because it hurt so bad. I didn’t tell my mom because she wouldn’t buy me a binder if she knew I accidentally hurt myself in the action of binding, so I sucked it up and pretended that the very action of holding my phone in that hand didn’t hurt. Anyway I left it alone for a day or two only complaining to my two friends whom I am completely out to and I was thinking about going to the nurse because usually when I hurt myself pain will go away in a bee days.
They said if I wanted to go to the nurse I should but I shouldn’t tell her what really happened. They said she wouldn’t understand and that she’d send me to the school counselor, which was terrifying. But I didn’t want to lie i hate lying to people, well most people, so when I went to the nurse I told her everything that happened in excruciating detail and the look on her face drained all hope of her helping me. She asked if I was trans, I said no because I’m not. I’m not a guy and I’m certainly not anywhere near female so I told her that and she just stared at me like I was just some crazy little girl who told her pirates bit her finger.
After that she told me that binding for “fashion purposes” wasn’t good and I should stop. She went in to say that binding was strictly for medical purposes only and I needed to stop right then and there. She made sure I could hold my hands above my head and told me I probably pinched a nerve, that I needed to put hot water in it and something like that. Before I left she gave me some neosporn like stuff to fix my chapped lips, like I’m going to use that. Sorry for complaining I just wanted to talk. I’m on the prowl to find more ghost stories to share so that should be fun.
