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I keep clicking on our discord group chat.

I don't know how long it's been since someone spoke there, weeks? Months? I haven't said a thing for nearly a year.

My leaving seemed to be the nail in the coffin. Which feels funny to me, because I never really felt like part of the group. 10 years and I still felt like my friends there viewed me as a slightly irritating stranger.

I've only known my new friends for a few months, and they know me better and treat me better than that group ever did.

I do not know why I stay in places where I am unhappy for so long.

I think I didn't really realize there were people out there that could actually like my personality, not just tolerate me.

I'm constantly expecting some sort of slap in the face. But it doesn't come.

My friends are nice to me, they think I'm funny and cool.

My partner never treats me like I'm obnoxious, and tells me I can talk over movies as much as I want, he promises he won't find me annoying.

When I tell him I have so many memories of people treating me like I'm irritating, he says let's make better ones.

When I tell a new friend about my trauma it feels normal, and it doesn't feel like we're wallowing in our misery together this time. Just discussing our pasts casually.

My entire life I have been treated like an outsider and an urchin. I'm not used to being treated normally. It scares me. There's always a part of me that recoils. My brain thinks the kindness might be a trap, like it's been in the past.

But it's not.

Things are just different now.

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Woke up from a nightmare where I was having a panic attack about the concept of my boyfriend leaving me like my best friend left me (even though my boyfriend had not left me in the dream!)

I feel like there are many things to unpack there

#I haven't had an abandonment dream since I was a kid #wonderful side effect of a parent abandoning you #I don't usually consciously focus on friends “abandoning” me though because that feels unfair to them. relationships end. things go on.#but I guess subconsciously it's still something I fear #being inadequate in some way and having someone leave me again #I still don't know why my best friend started to dislike me. or stop caring about me or whatever. I wracked my brain for an entire year #until I gave up #they had been treating me pretty badly for about 2 years prior but I kept telling myself I was imagining things #I kept telling myself that I was the problem and I just had to fix it #but I don't know if was the problem or not even now #and he never wanted to fix it

Date a man who spends all night baking 37 cupcakes from scratch for his sister then texts you about toxic yaoi at 3 AM

#i love my boyfriend #t4t #love #gay

Someone in my new apartment complex wears the perfume you wore when you were in high school and I was in middle

Every time I smell it, I am taken back to standing in your closet, laying in your bed, putting our socks on to grip the shingles of the roof so we wouldn't fall to our deaths while trying to stargaze in the AMs

I wonder if you think about me. I think about you every day.

I tell all these new people that I'm meeting that I grew up an only child, but it never feels completely true.

It is strange to think, at one time you would have known all these new people too. And now you do not know a single person I know.

I do not know your friends anymore either. I do not know what your current job is. If you are in a relationship. The last time you got sick. Your current favorite band. If you have pets. If you are happy. If you are sad. If you are still angry.

You are a complete stranger to me now. In my head you are a child, a teenager, a 21 year old, my cool big sister, my favorite person, my biggest influence. You are naive and kind, but also stubborn and selfish. You are open to new experiences, and set in your ways. You never cry, but you're crying in front of me again. You are getting everything together, you are falling apart.

But you are nearly 30 now. It has been a long time since we have talked. I like who I am better than I did when I last spoke to you, but I don't think you would like me very much anymore. I've become too brash, too earnest, too stubborn. I'm not very easy. I think you liked that our relationship was easy. I think you resent me for making it difficult.

But I knew there was no way I could stay the way I was. I was a bird outgrowing my cage, and my wing bones were beginning to fracture from the pressure of pressing into the bars. I could not stay there.

I do not regret going. But sometimes I regret how I left you. Sometimes I wish I could go back to you. But there is no me to go back to you anymore. I cannot fit through the doorway I came out of anymore.

There is no going back.

But regardless.

I miss you

I love you

I hope you are happy

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I don't remember a lot about my relationship with my childhood best friend. I've sort of blocked everything she did out. That's how my brain has always dealt with bad memories. But those big empty spaces in my memory leave space for me to think "Maybe I was the problem? Maybe she was mean to me because I did something wrong? Maybe I misunderstood her? If I would have communicated my feelings better would she have stopped hurting me? How did she hurt me? I don't really remember... Maybe I imagined all of it?"

I was 18 when I finally stopped talking to her, now I'm in my mid-twenties, and even after almost a decade I find myself going back to this thought process. The "What if everything was my fault and I stopped talking to my bestest friend in the world for no reason" thought process.

But I found something interesting the other day.

An old reddit post I made a very, very long time ago. We were in middle school, and someone had asked "What's the stupidest thing someone's been mad at you for"

And I described something I don't remember at all. I was sleeping at her house, as I did much of the time. It had gotten late, she was about to take her nightly shower, but I wanted to brush my teeth before she showered because I thought I might fall asleep before she was done showering, teeth unbrushed. She became very angry with me for brushing my teeth before her shower, to the point she would not speak to me for the rest of the night. Because I delayed her shower for 2 minutes by brushing my teeth.

Then, the next day, she gave me the silent treatment for most of the next day, and when she did finally speak to me, it was laced with obvious annoyance.

This by itself, is a story of two 13 year olds who have spent too much time together recently, and like sisters, just start arguing about dumb things, as 13 year olds who have spent too much time together tend to do.

But in actuality, this is how it always was. I have just conveniently forgotten. She was constantly giving me the silent treatment for crimes I had apparently committed, except she wouldn't tell me what the crimes were. And on the rare occasion that I understood what the crimes were, I didn't understand the punishment.

The boy she liked was vaguely nice to me, and I responded politely? (NOT flirtatiously) I was an evil skank who deserved death glares and silence for hours, days, weeks?

A boy at a theme park flirted with me and I'm telling our friend about it? She walks into the room after overhearing and shouts at me angrily, declaring that she had seen that boy walking around with another girl at another point in the day, and that was probably his girlfriend (something I did not witness or know about)

Our friends were extra nice to me one day, and that made her feel jealous? She's not going to speak to me for 2 weeks.

Her parents complimented something I did in front of her? She's silently angry at me for the rest of the night, and when I ask her what's wrong, she shortly says "Nothing."

She asks me to go get her laundry from downstairs one day when I have been in bed all day with a mixture of severe heat sickness and a newly broken toe, when I explain to her that I'm too sick and in pain to carry her laundry up the stairs she says "UGH, FINE! STOP WHINING!"? She is annoyed with me for the rest of the day.

These are all small petty things, but this was almost every day with her from 13-18. In elementary school we were both sweet children who loved spending time with each other more than anything else, but I guess something changed at some point.

I often wonder why she didn't end our relationship. Through our teen years she acted like she hated me a lot of the time. I would try to pull away, give her distance, because I figured SHE wanted this relationship to end since she hated me so much, but then she would become upset that I was pulling away from her.

Something that was also difficult in this time, is that we shared all the same friends, and I knew if I ever stopped speaking to her, they would choose her over me and never speak to me again. Everyone believed she was the nicest girl alive, they constantly told her how wonderfully kind she was. I wondered if we were spending time with the same person.

Despite everything, I blamed myself for the ills of our relationship. If I just did everything right she wouldn't be angry I thought, it's not her fault she feels insecure sometimes I thought, if I just become the perfect best friend and shrink myself so small I can't upset her anymore everything will be good again!!!

I felt that way until... She dated her first boyfriend. And I witnessed how she treated him. So incredibly controlling and condescending. I never understood why she even dated him. She treated him more like a dog than a boyfriend. Hell, she was nicer to her dogs.

That's when I realized, she harmed anyone that she became close with. Me, our other best friend, her boyfriend, her sister. All close to her had to feel her wrath.

I remember our last day as friends. It was a good day actually. She had just started college a few weeks prior, and she had come back home to visit family and friends. We got coffee and walked around town, we talked about her new college life and the boy she liked, we ate lemon iceys from the dollar store like when we were kids. I told her I thought I might be trans, she told me she thought that made sense. Ironically that was my easiest coming out, I knew she would support me in that way.

She also said some things about our friends, people I really loved and cared about, she talked about how annoying and clingy they were. One of these friends was a girl I had feelings for, who my best friend had aggressively tried to "steal from me" earlier that year (unsuccessfully) putting yet another nail in the coffin containing our relationship.

Something about hearing her bad mouth these friends of ours I cared about, this girl I had feelings for who she had borderline used to hurt me, made me snap. She had done so much worse than this, but for some reason this was the last straw for me.

We had a great day. I hugged her goodbye, told her I loved her. We took some pictures together. She left.

And I walked into my house, and realized I had to end our relationship completely.

This is what I remember. But I know I don't remember almost anything, so I always wonder what I'm forgetting.

After I ended our friendship, I realized I had collected a lot of trauma during our relationship. Which felt pretty dramatic. But I started having severe difficulties starting and maintaining relationships.

I was constantly waiting for the people I met to punish me. To give me the silent treatment, or to randomly cut me down, to become enraged at me but refuse to tell me why.

I became extremely anxious. Trying to anticipate every need of the other person so they would not become angry and lash out at me. I realized after a while, that our relationship had made me a complete shell of a person.

I didn't know how to be a friend anymore. I didn't know how to let people be nice to me anymore.

So many years later, I've gone through therapy and I'm around better people, and I still find myself cringing when someone is kind to me.

When my partner is kind to me, sometimes I tell him I need a minute because the emotions are overwhelming, and that sometimes it's scary when people are really kind to me because it feels like I don't deserve it, and because sometimes it even feels like a threat. He understands, he's always really good about it, and he continues to be kind to me. My kindness threshold had gotten wider over time, so slowly it is easier not to freak out when he's kind to me.

Sometimes I don't know if I could have begun recovering if I hadn't met him. Maybe it would have just been a lot slower. I don't know. But I'm really grateful for him and our friendship and our relationship.

I don't know how to tie up this slightly traumatic ramble.

I guess, I think I need to remind myself that just because I don't remember something, it doesn't mean I was automatically the problem. And just because I don't remember something, doesn't mean my body doesn't remember. The body doesn't experience trauma responses for no reason.

I hope going forward, as I'm meeting more people, I can become good at accepting kindness, expecting it even, from my loved ones. I hope I can learn how to be myself with more people, and not feel like all of my traits are inherently bad and irritating. I hope I can find people, that actually genuinely like having me around.

#friendship breakup #trauma #best friend #trans #queer #journal #emotional abuse

Something I find a little funny

Is that my ex best friend of 18 years has become an ABA therapist

She spent our entire teenhood subtly berating me for the way that I was, constantly trying to control my behavior in one passive aggressive way or another, making me completely miserable in the process (mind you neither of us knew I was autistic, I was just the "odd" one growing up)

And now her job is berating autistic children into "normal behavior" until they're miserable.

Really playing into her strengths I guess.

#I've heard theres modern ABA therapy that's better ? (don't know whether this is true or propaganda)#but I highly doubt she works for one of the places practicing modern Nice ABA or whatever it's called #she's always been so incredibly controlling #ABA therapy must feel like a dream for her #I always hope she's become a better person but whenever I hear what's she's up to I think “Welp I guess she's exactly the same apparently”#autism #aba #aba tw

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"Should parents read their daughter's texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?"

Earlier today, I served as the “young woman’s voice” in a panel of local experts at a Girl Scouts speaking event. One question for the panel was something to the effect of, “Should parents read their daughter’s texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?”

I was surprised when the first panelist answered the question as if it were about cyberbullying. The adult audience nodded sagely as she spoke about the importance of protecting children online.

I reached for the microphone next. I said, “As far as reading your child’s texts or logging into their social media profiles, I would say 99.9% of the time, do not do that.”

Looks of total shock answered me. I actually saw heads jerk back in surprise. Even some of my fellow panelists blinked.

Everyone stared as I explained that going behind a child’s back in such a way severs the bond of trust with the parent. When I said, “This is the most effective way to ensure that your child never tells you anything,” it was like I’d delivered a revelation.

It’s easy to talk about the disconnect between the old and the young, but I don’t think I’d ever been so slapped in the face by the reality of it. It was clear that for most of the parents I spoke to, the idea of such actions as a violation had never occurred to them at all.

It alarms me how quickly adults forget that children are people.

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Apparently people are rediscovering this post somehow and I think that’s pretty cool! Having experienced similar violations of trust in my youth, this is an important issue to me, so I want to add my personal story:

Around age 13, I tried to express to my mother that I thought I might have clinical depression, and she snapped at me “not to joke about things like that.” I stopped telling my mother when I felt depressed.

Around age 15, I caught my mother reading my diary. She confessed that any time she saw me write in my diary, she would sneak into my room and read it, because I only wrote when I was upset. I stopped keeping a diary.

Around age 18, I had an emotional breakdown while on vacation because I didn’t want to go to college. I ended up seeing a therapist for - surprise surprise - depression.

Around age 21, I spoke on this panel with my mother in the audience, and afterwards I mentioned the diary incident to her with respect to this particular Q&A. Her eyes welled up, and she said, “You know I read those because I was worried you were depressed and going to hurt yourself, right?”

TL;DR: When you invade your child’s privacy, you communicate three things:

You do not respect their rights as an individual.

You do not trust them to navigate problems or seek help on their own.

You probably haven’t been listening to them.

Information about almost every issue that you think you have to snoop for can probably be obtained by communicating with and listening to your child.

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Part of me is really excited to see that the original post got 200 notes because holy crap 200 notes, and part of me is really saddened that something so negative has resonated with so many people.

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“200 notes”

[SpongeBob Narrator voice] Ten Years Later

#agreed that this should basically never be done #my mother only went through my phone a few times but it completely demolished any trust we had built in our relationship #she had never gone through my things before because SHE had trauma caused by a snooping parent #so at the time I thought I could trust her to not go through my things. until she went through my phone.#and confronted me about a message she deemed inappropriate #I became extremely conscious of what I was texting my friends after that fearing she would read it. I became paranoid and anxious #that snap decision she made damaged our relationship for YEARS #we talked about it a few years ago and she apologized saying she didn't realize the damage she had done #but I still don't think she can grasp how much damage that choice did even now #she told me she had to do it because she was worried I was going to hurt myself because I was acting so depressed #but the issue with that is I had been telling her I thought I had depression for YEARS and I had been begging to go to therapy for YEARS #but she insisted that I was not depressed and that I did not need therapy #things are better now that I'm adult. my Mom understands that I am mentally ill and thinks therapy has done me a lot of good #but when I think back on my teen years I still feel extremely frustrated #I was accused of not communicating my problems but the reason I wasn't communicating them #is because I was already told they were not real. many times.#before eventually I decided never to discuss how depressed I was or how badly I was doing #I had to claw my way through undiagnosed mental illness all of my teen years completely alone because I was given no other choice #do not go through your teenagers phone or diary #and listen to them when they tell you something is wrong #you are not them. you do not get it decide when something is or isn't wrong just because you are their parent.

Having extremely tiny hands as a queer person is so hard.

If you're insecure about your dick size you can hide it in your pants.

I'm just out here, having friends take my hand into theirs like it's made of glass saying "Aw wow your hand is so smallllllll"

Imagine if someone did that to your dick.

Stop public hand shaming. Check your regular sized hand privilege.

#this is a small dick supporting blog do not take this the wrong way #transmasc #trans #lgbt #queer #gay #I wonder if someone will take this post seriously that would be kind of hilarious

I have met a person... I am sending prayers to the universe that we become good friends

#making friends is hard #but even harder when you're weird and disabled #luckily this new potential friend is ALSO WEIRD AND DISABLED!!!#be my platonic soulmate

Crazy concept just dropped.... What if I'm not the inherently worthless evil person I have believed myself to be my entire life and I'm actually just

Fine

Kind of nice actually

I try really hard to be kind to people and do good things. Partially because I'm always trying to make up for the fact that some part of me believes I was born wrong and bad, and partially because I just genuinely want good things for everybody.

Perhaps it was the abuse and trauma all along and I was never evil to begin with. Perhaps I never needed to prove I deserve to exist in the first place. Maybe I'm as deserving of love and kindness as everyone else is.

Maybe I've been wrong the entire time.

#I wrote this in a slightly jokey tone #but these are genuinely new thoughts #am I about to gain self worth what is happening #abuse #trauma #queer #PTSD #self worth #thoughts #diary #journal

Feminine gay boys I love you so

I spent so much of my life feeling ashamed for wanting you and wanting to be you

But now I am free. Transitioning has set me free.

#gay #queer #trans #lgbt #t4t #lgbtq #transmasc #trans guy

My boyfriends type is either ANY robot or those buff guys in post apocalyptic TV shows who always have a 5 o'clock shadow, a few scars, severe trauma and 0 communication skills

But somehow, after 22 years of barely having romantic feelings for anyone, he fell for me. The weird chronically ill disaster twink who talks too much.

#this blog has become the talking about my boyfriend blog somehow #this is ironic because I rarely discuss my relationship irl #partially because I know how annoying it is to have someone discuss NOTHING but their partner 24/7 #and partially because I grew up in a family that picks everything about me apart including my relationships (platonic or romantic)#so I'm used to not talking to people about my personal life #that being said I still have the eternal down bad crazy in love need to shout about him from the roof tops #so that goes here #lgbt #gay #t4t #trans #queer #mlm

#comic #gay #queer #lgbtq #trans #lgbt #monster #mental illness #ptsd #ocd

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Falling in love for the first time with a good friend

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Update: We are very very in love and have been together for almost a year now

#So glad we turned out to be equally obsessed with each other!!!#Oof thinking back on how I felt during the time of this comic #You're gonna be okay kid #It was so disorienting realizing I was capable of romantic attraction #Realizing you're demi is such a wild ride

Last night my chronically ill ass went on a night walk for the first time in years (I've been getting some of my strength back recently, though I still constantly feel like I'm going to black out)

And I immediately ran into two trans women, they both looked at me and grinned knowingly, and I grinned back.

This week has been extremely horrid. The kind of horrid I'll be thinking about for a very long time. life changing horrid.

But in that moment, I felt such joy. To be seen by two of my own, and we're both thinking "Hey you're like me!! I'm so glad to see you!!"

It makes me feel so happy.

Something I've never seen anyone talk about, is how one of the reasons I knew I was trans aside from dysphoria/euphoria, is the fact the trans community has always been home for me. Growing up I never fit in anywhere, ever. Not with my own family, not with my peers, no one. I felt outside of the world my entire life.

When I discovered the trans community in like 2013, I felt so incredibly drawn to it. I always felt this pull in my chest like I was SUPPOSED to be with these people. But I didn't believe I had any right to feel that way, I didn't believe I could be trans. So I sort of skirted around the edge of the community for years. Enviously, lovingly.

Until I eventually DID realize I was trans. And when I finally let myself be part of the community, it was such a relief. For the first time in my life it felt like people liked me like I liked them, for the first time in my life I felt like I sort of belonged somewhere. For the first time in my life I felt understood.

I love meeting trans people in the wild (which happens every time I go out now since I moved to the city)

We always look at each other like we already know each other. Like we're a little bit family. Like we have each other's back. It makes me feel so safe and happy.

We were always supposed to be together.

#Trans masc #Trans #The amount of trans people in the city is healing me #All the PTSD I've accumulated the last 6 years feels small in the moments I'm with my people #Like everything I was as a person was violently destroyed but it's okay because now I get to be a new person who I actually like being #Also trans women are always SO SO nice to me trans girls I LOVE YOU #Every trans woman I talk to treats me like they want to keep me in their pocket and I love them for it #I predict I will have a trans femme best friend within the year with the way things are going

I'm halfway through Jennette McCurdy's "I'm Glad My Mom Died" and...jesus.

I've been putting off reading this for a while, because I was afraid of how much it might reasonate with me.

But today, because of some events, I decided it was finally time.

Our relationships with our Mothers are so similar. Mine was far more distant and uninvolved, but so many of the sentiments remain. The emotional incest, the lack of boundaries, forcing her eating disorder onto her daughter, the hoarding, the rage, the emotional instability. Jennette and I even share a mental illness as well as her specific type of guilt, resentment, and anger.

Whenever I try to explain my relationship with my Mother to other people, I end up wordless. How do I explain the years of awfulness? *Am* I overreacting? I'm betraying her by speaking ill of her, I need to stop talking. Those are my thoughts.

I write off my Mom's behavior a lot, and I tell people her behavior has gotten a lot better. But I'm not sure this is true. I think I've just become a pro at handling her. Like some sort of zoologist. Walking into the tiger den every day.

I don't know how to deal with any of this honestly. I have a hard time admitting all this stuff even as it destroys my life. But maybe this book is the first step.

#jennette mccurdy #i'm glad my mom died #Emotional incest

#T4t #Gay #Queer #Lgbtq

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