today, my coworkers’ refusal to see me as a man put one of our patients in a position where they felt unsafe for the third time. i’ve been at this job for less than two months total. i don’t even care about getting misgendered anymore, i just want the people we’re supposed to be taking care of to feel comfortable around me.
i work at a hospital where we have to supervise our patients in a lot of vulnerable situations. there are safeguarding rules in place for certain things that male employees aren’t allowed to be present for when it comes to female patients. and yet, the people training me and telling me what to do have repeatedly put me in situations where i’ve been forced to do things that the female patients aren’t comfortable with me doing. and because they have repeatedly failed to teach me the rules for doing my job as a man, i have no way of knowing when i’m crossing one of those lines unless one of the patients tells me.
i’ve had to watch a victim of SA stare at me in abject terror as my coworkers asked her to strip naked with me still in the room. it took several minutes for her to even be able to speak enough to ask if i could leave the room. i found out after that she broke down crying the moment i walked out. my biggest regret is that i didn’t realize what was happening fast enough to leave before she ever had to say something, because she shouldn’t have had to say it. i never should’ve been allowed in the room in the first place, because that’s not something male employees are supposed to be present for. but i didn’t know that yet, because i was training and i thought surely, they wouldn’t train me to do something that directly violated their own safeguarding rules. that moment was the first time, and it’s haunted me ever since, but it wasn’t the last time. not only did it happen for the third time today — it almost happened for the fourth, and would have if someone hadn’t spoken up to say they should pick someone else. i care for these people so deeply, it’s why i took this job, and i’m so tired of hearing the fear in their voices when they have to ask me not to do something i never should’ve been told to do.
i’m very used to the personal discomfort of being misgendered. i willingly deal with it a lot at work as well as in other situations, not because i’m in the closet (at this point in my medical transition that would be impossible), but because it’s such a frequent occurrence with my coworkers that we would never get anything done if i took the time to correct them every time. but to see it get to the point of causing such visceral discomfort in other people? people i’m supposed to be taking care of and keeping safe? that’s something else entirely, and i’m fucking exhausted.
and after all of that, some of them still look at me like i have two heads when they tell me what to do and i say “i can’t do that, only female employees can” because i’m learning now. clearly i’m already seen as a man by our patients, but my coworkers would still rather put them in an unsafe situation than just train me as a man.
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Nie Huaisang: Some of the things you say are so out of pocket.
Wei Wuxian: What do you mean?
Wei Wuxian: Doesn't everyone have the experience of having to fend against dogs for food in their childhood.
Nie Huaisang: See that's what I mean. No one else experienced that.
Wei Wuxian: That can't be true. There's no way I'm special.
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don't hug me i'm scared episode 6 electricity is really something when you're autistic, huh. yellow guy is made fun of all his life by his only friends and laughed at for being "stupid" when all he needed was a change of batteries but no one would listen to him and give him the accommodations he needed and deserved and when he finally did get new batteries and become more clearheaded his friends didn't like him any better. they stopped making fun of him, sure, but they didn't like that he was "smart" all of a sudden, because they'd gotten used to him being "the stupid one". and he looked in the mirror and saw his former self, and his reflection asked him, "have we gone wrong? they seem upset with us" because the truth is even if the way you are now is more comfortable for you, even if it doesn't hurt to think anymore, people will only ever like you if you're the Right Kind of autistic/adhd/traumatized/whatever. have we gone wrong? have we gone wrong? that's what you always ask yourself. "maybe they're not in charge of us anymore." "maybe they never were." and his reflection walks away, as if accepting that the others will think what they will think, and it won't matter, because yellow guy is his own person, no matter how difficult it is for him to articulate his thoughts, and he doesn't need their approval to think. "maybe they never were."
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Annoying when people hear how strict my diet has to be and they lean in closer to be like “but aren’t you ever tempted to eat that stuff anyway?”
First of all, not really. I super enjoy not spending the next 3 days incapacitated by pain and confined to my bathroom shitting and vomiting and crying. “Aren’t you tempted” actually if I could donkey kick the concept of garlic bread off a cliff into an active volcano I would, the rest of y’all be damned.
But second of all, yeah, I do cheat on my diet sometimes. But I don’t think you would recognize what my “cheating” looks like.
Cheating means using two ketchup packets (high fructose corn syrup, major trigger; also includes onion) with my fries when I get fast food (only fries, nothing else on the menu is safe) so I don’t have to eat plain fries for lunch
Cheating means eating a small piece of cookie cake (gluten aka fructans, my worst trigger) at my friend’s birthday party after double checking how much flour I can safely eat (1/4 cup)
Cheating means getting a deli sandwich despite not being able to confirm the ingredients in the meat (garlic and onion (fructans; do not engage), honey (fructose; limit 1 tsp), god knows what else; probably unlabeled anyway because the USDA allows that) because fuck, they have gluten free buns (might still have honey) and that’s better than anything else I can hope for at most restaurants
Cheating means getting a small lemonade because strictly speaking I shouldn’t have that much lemon juice (fructans, 3/4 cup limit) but it’s watered down and probably doesn’t have high fructose corn syrup in it and I’ll only drink half of it and save the rest for tomorrow, and it’s like the only fruit juice I can even slightly have
Cheating means grabbing a small plate of fruit (fructose, fructans, sorbitol. Pick one: less than 6 medium strawberries, less than 1/2 cup melon, 1/3 of a banana, 9 grapes) at the workplace potluck because people feel bad to hear that there’s nothing I can eat
And when I fuck it up, whoops! There goes my next couple days!
So no, I would say pretty definitively that I am not tempted to cheat on my incredibly medically necessary diet by eating a slice of pizza.*
*gluten, garlic, onion
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Hob: why don't you just give her a chance? maybe something could spark, you never know.
Dream: *agitated* if i wanted to 'give her a chance' i would have accepted her offer for drinks. why is this such a confounding concept for you?
Hob: i'm just saying, sometimes people can surprise you.
Dream: fine. what if i flipped it on you? what if i asked you out, huh? still want to 'give it a chance'?
Hob, suddenly flustered: i mean... yeah, i'd take a chance on you.
Dream: see, this is how you string people along. accepting offers just to be polite and then you realize that oh, it's not working out, and then you break their heart. it's best to just let them down immediately before-
Hob: do you want to have dinner with me?
Dream: ... what?
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