Disregard all moping, cool dress has shipped.
@kara_dreamer Yeah, that's what sucks. The way I explain it to the cis is, when you look in the mirror on a bad day, you feel ugly. When I look in the mirror on a bad day, my brain pretends I'm not real.
dysphoria (-) Afficher plus
I just realized I had it bad when I saw a woman leasing a sublet went to Yale and was doing cool stuff with medical knowledge and programing. And instead of thinking, "Wow, what a neat person to live near," I felt sick and angry at my sloppy, executive dysfunctional self. And this is how I push myself down. I think I'm having constructive insights from bad feelings? Is this how neurotypicals do it?
I need to practice not being intimidated by people who are smarter or have it together more than me. I'm realizing I left-swipe a ton of people in dating apps just because I think they're too good for me, and rationalize it as them being "phony" or "too perfect." When the whole point is they can ignore you at their discretion...
abuse mention, truscum Afficher plus
Doubt/Abuse ment/depersonalization Afficher plus
So I was at Rich Millennials apartment last night, and they did that shit Rich Millennials do where they gripe about how broke they are and show off their fancy shit in a waterfront apartment. And they asked if I wanted to play with their HTC Vive. I realized I was actually kind of creeped out by the idea. Transitioning and working through dissociation and depersonalization made the idea of willfully putting my mind somewhere else kind of scary, even with tv goggles. Am I being silly?
$20,000 nineties laptop with pop out mouse...
Woke up halfway through the time I intended to sleep again. Here's a big pile of anxiety I recorded in the car last night because the host at a party outed me because she thought that would help people get my pronouns right. People were nice, but I did that thing where I don't trust any cis opinions unless they're mean. https://youtu.be/b2df797Di-Q
This will be the third funeral I'm missing because my trans body is too much drama for a somber occasion or whatever.
My great aunt/second mom is dying, and I can't visit her. I can't come out to her. I might not even be able to go to her funeral. Because her homophobic sister and brother in law would use that to hurt my mother and sister.
Fucking family values catholics.
It's a bit over eight months HRT. Tonight, I'm amazed at how much better things got so quickly. My life is really on the mend. I'm so proud of myself for figuring this out and pushing myself to fix what I knew was broken.
@Fionawesome my low energy and executive dysfunction are a tag team. Too sleepy to improvise, and can't just shut off my brain and let my hands do the chores. But if I think, "okay, I'll get up at 6, dump out the hamper and put the white clothes in the laundry bag" even on crappy days, I can at least get something done. I guess it's less hard to break all art down like that that, but you could do, "I'll open my sketchbook and arrange these markers next to it and follow my muse."