#childhood transition

[jessica-marie-baumgartner]

-Currently, the side effects of childhood transition are downplayed by the medical industry, but links between hormone treatments and increased risk of heart disease, diabetes, and blood clots have been reported by PBS Frontline. Further, the American College of Pediatricians warns, “There is not a single long-term study to demonstrate the safety or efficacy of puberty blockers, cross-sex hormones and surgeries for transgender-believing youth.”

#save the children #gender abuse #child abuse #gender theory #gender confusion #health #childhood transition #medical industry #news #trump #truth #president trump #reporting #journalism

[ohno-the-sun]

Luca au Sun when he was a kid after uh the backstory stuff that might be spoilers

#Luca au #just thinking so much about their childhoods rn #sundrop #fnaf daycare attendant #human au #for like- multiple reasons he didn’t feel like he fit in #waaa poor baby is an extrovert at heart but has so much anxiety #like waaawaa #he grew into his confidence but it took a long time #now fish stuff is messing it up again #I love him so dearly #also I mentioned before sun is afab #he transitioned relatively early on #also even before then he tended to dress more masc

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

Pixie my pink espeon OC from when i was 11

#the pixie story + roleplay was a huge arc in my childhood friend group #tyler.......the boy characters were always played by a friend i still talk to that ended up transitioning later in life #beautiful memories i thought her backstory was so deep :tearfulsmile: #archive #pokemon #espeon

[letmeliedown]

whenever anyone claims that a trans adult calling themself a “boy” or “girl” or "baby” etc in their 30s is intentional self-infantilization to avoid responsibility or whatever other nebulous evil it kind of just makes me feel like they haven’t ever hung out with trans people over 25

#it's also such a reach every time anyone says this about anybody #i don't care if a 60 year old calls themself a literal infant thanks #stop beating this dead horse already blease #like have you not encountered adult gay men refer to themselves as gay boys?? #or trans people who transitioned older and never got a childhood? #people are allowed to get silly with it #close the callout post and touch something real

[ashleyfableblack]

A Mother's Day Eternal Courtship Jam. Love is complicated. Love takes work. For a Big Mama Bughorse with a family spanning several species it can take alot. A hard tale about love and family some may find all too familiar. TW in hashtags

"THERE'S my SPECIAL Boy..." Chrysalis beamed a grin of gleaming, razor-keen fangs at Pharynx as the guards shut the balcony bay doors behind them. She levitated a bunch of grapes from a nearby table of assorted dishes and goblets, offering them. "MY Pharynx. Come. Sit with me. Something to eat?" Pharynx politely refused with a reserved smile. "No, thank you, My Queen." Purple grapes. Very plump, ripe ones at that. He wasn't surprised that she knew his favorite fruit. Though he'd gotten to spend very little time with her since The Exodus of their people, he had little doubt that her agents were still hidden among his Lovebug kind. She likely knew more of their affairs than he did. Making his way to the heap of cushions she was lounging upon he climbed the pedestal and sat. "Happy Mother's Day." He gave a sheepish grin. After last years celebration he hadn't been sure what to expect from her. 'Mother's Day' wasn't a changeling concept. Every Day was Mothers Day as far as The Hive was concerned. His people's decision to adopt the pony holiday as a lovebug tradition was received awkwardly at best. But Chrysalis was a Queen and the Mother of her entire race and she was certainly making a go at it for her sons sake. She was looking healthy. No doubt she was eating very well. Her pony wife had made it very clear that she alone would give her wife all the love she needed. She had always been large, so tall, beautiful and majestic in an indefinable way, by changeling standards. But she seemed larger still, these days. Her chitin gleamed, dark and smoky. The pitting of her limbs seemed reduced. Her mane of spidersilk seemed more like the hair of a pony. Her shape even seemed different. Her plot, in particular seemed rather... round. He wondered if she was unconsciously adapting her form to suit her wife or maybe to fit more closely with their pony subjects? It was a common enough trait among changelings in deep-cover. Her eyes shifted between her two sets of irises as she looked him over, examining him both visually and taking note of his emotional state. "I trust your trip was well. Hmmn." She could see he was particularly troubled but spoke nothing of it. Decorum was to be observed. She was a Queen. "Where is your idiot brother?" Pharynx chuckled. "Heh. He got pulled into a discussion on some artsy-craftsy garbage about 'decorative baking' with one of Queen Twilights advisors. The bubble-headed pink one." "Ah." Chrysalis nodded. "That would be Pinkie-pie." "That's the one. Ugh." Pharynx shifted uneasily on the pile of assorted cushions and royal-blue throw rugs. Some creatures would say that all ponies looked alike. He knew this to be untrue. Though he was a lovebug he still had a changelings eye for fine detail. Ponies of any tribe were very distinct, visually. Their personalities on the other hoof, on that he could definitely see their point. They were all so cloying, so irritating. They all just blended into one big blur of annoying, bouncy, frivolous children to him. Tasty as food but still, annoying. "I told him to just go on with her and he could meet us later. Seemed just as well."

"Indeed." She pursed her lips, studying him. The Queen took a sip from an ornate silver goblet. "She has a way with most creatures, one I would imagine fitting your brother's demeanor all too well." Pharynx regarded the view. He could see why his Queen-Mother had chosen to make this balcony into a receiving area. From here, New Canterlot castle had an impressive view of the surrounding land. From the peaks of far-off Yak-Yakistan to the tides coming in off the Celestial Sea. This perch was as tactical as it was deceptively pleasant. She could plot out an entire campaign from here as easily as charm unassuming diplomats. He sighed. He missed those days as a changeling agent. Chrysalis broke his drift into the past with her sharp, multi-tonal Hive voice. "But you desired a private audience." It wasn't a question. She knew. "Yes." He cleared his throat, straightening himself. "Yes, My Queen." Her emerald snake eyes stared expectantly. Most of his life those eyes had been a place of comfort to him. She was his Queen-Mother, the source of all life for his people. However, in this moment, he would almost be anywhere else than in their gaze. Still, he had planned. He had prepared. This was the time and this was his moment. He was going through with this. "I wished to speak with you on a personal matter, My Queen." Chrysalis raised an eyebrow. "Pharynx, it's not like you to be so nervous. Speak." "I needed to-" he paused. His deep, gravelly voice cracking, he cleared his throat. He couldn't believe it but he was actually trying to recall Thorax's 5-5-5 rule for dealing with his anxiety. Or was it 3-3-3? UGH. He would have to punch him when he saw him next time- more than he usually did. "I needed to apologize... to you, My Queen."

Chrysalis furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?" She adjusted her irises to study the shimmering pattern of emotions emanating from her lovebug son. Guilt, radiated from him like smoke from a oil-fire, guilt, shame and a deep, black loathing. She craned her neck and drew slightly closer. "You've nothing to apologize for." Pharynx visibly shrank. The words and the feeling behind them hit him like fists. "Respectfully, My Queen-" his lavender eyes glanced to her "I feel I do." Pharynx sighed hard. It had been years in the build-up. He'd finally opened the door. Nothing to do for it now but walk through. "Mother... I failed My Hive. I failed our people. I failed myself. Most of all, I failed you." His lips pursed as her struggled to contain the breaking dam inside his chest. Chrysalis straightened herself. She narrowed her eyes, her intense gaze could cut through stone. Her ears flitted as she listened intently. "Continue." Pharynx stared into the floor. His eyes looked to the same past his voice spoke from, a time some decades ago now. He could almost see the timeline in front of them, the chain of events which led him to this moment. "Look after her." He paused. The word, the identifier, it stung his tongue to say it. "That's what you said to me. The first thing you ever said to me. Look after her. You ordered me to protect my idiot younger sister, my broken, faulty twin." Pharynx sighed. "She was born wrong. You knew it. I knew it. She wasn't like the rest of us. From the moment I crawled out from our egg and looked back at her, still wobbling around, she was silent in the hive-mind. Not a ghost, not a whisper, just nothing. But rather than just leave her to our sisters to be eliminated, you ordered me to protect her. You seemed to value her, maybe me as well, if by proxy." He looked into his hooves as if searching for the secrets of his past in them. "You didn't give us designations like our sisters. We were different. We got names. I would be Pharynx. She was Thorax." He bit his lip. The dam was stressed but holding. "I wanted you to be proud of me. My Queen. My Mother. So, I protected her, the idiot. The coward. The weakling. Our sisters knew she was born wrong and they hated her, wanted her gone, if not dead. She was not of The Hive. She smelled wrong, tasted wrong. None of us could hear her in the Hive Mind." Pharynx gritted his tiny nub fangs "But I protected her from them. I kept her safe. When they bullied her, I fought her fights. When she failed missions, I cleaned up her mess. When she betrayed us, ran away like the traitor she..." He paused, the words caught in his throat. The dam was cracking. "The traitor he was. I still obeyed. I kept the patrols from finding him. I guided any incidental seekers from his pathetically obvious hiding spots. I even masked the scent of his fear in the air- THAT took ingenuity. But All for you, My Queen. All for The Hive. I protected him even up until..'" Pharynx shuddered. He hesitated to even say the words. The name his changeling people had given to the day of their near-genocide. The day their home was destroyed and the lovebugs were born. "The Exodus. I could have stopped him. I could have stopped all of them. The cowards." He gritted his teeth, hooves clenched against his thighs like fists. "The ingrateful, treasonous scum. The filthy pony intruders, that stupid draconequis-thing, my traitorous brother. I could have stopped them but I didn't." Pharynx looked to his Mother, His Queen. He owed her the respect of looking her in the eyes when he said this. When he admitted to the price of his shame. "I had a choice to make. In that moment I had to choose. To be the perfect daughter for you like I always wanted to be..." The weight of his guilt was crushing. The dam was breaking. Held back for the last thirty years The edges of his eyes moistened. "Or be the... the worthless... Son... I always knew I had needed to be."

His shoulders shook with the pressure of containing the tears. Gritting his teeth he continued. "I hated him. He wasn't a Changeling. He wasn't one of us. I hated him for being weak. I hated him for being different. I hated his stupid smiling face. I hated his stupid feelings, his selfishness, his self-important, self-righteous- OH, he was SO much better than the rest of us, he was better than The whole HIVE. He was so special, like those stupid pathetic little ponies. But I-" Pharynx choked. "He... He was braver than me. He was Thorax. He was... your son. And I made my choice." His lips quivered. The hot stinging droplets formed. His vision blurred and he looked away, sending the tears to patter against the cushions. "I could've stopped him, Mother. I could've saved you from all that. I could've saved all our sisters. I should've stopped him. I wanted to. I... I wanted to be strong for you. I swear I did. I swear I- but I couldn't- had to- I had to be- Ff- Ff- Ph-" Years of self-loathing buried the rest in a mass of sobs as he pressed his face into his hooves. The dam was broken now. Pharynx was broken. His chitinous body convulsed as he wailed. Like a tiny foal, he shrieked, loosing out the tears of self-hatred he'd held deep inside for decades. The venom within him had rotted away, cold and black, like tar on his heart for years. Pouring out from his eyes now, it burned, searing like fire. His lips curled back, baring his tiny lovebug faux-fangs. They were not the fierce, dagger-like sabres of a changeling. He chattered them together, trying to finish his thoughts but all that came out was a gibbering, wailing mess. To his shock Chrysalis pulled him to her barrel. Without thinking, he threw his hooves around her, hissing his tears into his Mother's chitin in thick, painful sobs. Several minutes passed as years of hate poured forth, drenching her chest. Not as The Changeling Queen-Mother but as his Mother, she held him firm and steady. Several minutes passed as years melted away between them. Finally, enough of the pain drained off, Pharynx found his words again. "Mom? Do you... hate me?" Chrysalis stared back at him with her giant serpents eyes. In all these years, he had never called her that. No drone had. 'My Queen'. 'Majesty'. 'Excellency'. 'Queen-mother.' 'Perfect One'. 'Exalted One' 'Our Beloved Perfection.' Never 'Mom'. She considered the question in silence. Her horn glowed. In a small eruption of emerald flames a trinket appeared in Pharynx lap. Her multi-tonal voice cut through the tense silence between them. "Do you know what this is?" He looked to the trinket. A fine golden chain set around a series of opaque transparent flakes of shimmering, almost crystalline material, chitin from a changeling. As many times as he'd seen his alicorn mother-in-law wear it, of course he knew what it was. "This is the wedding token you gave to Queen Twilight." "And its significance?" He swiped away a bubble of snot with the back of his forelimb. "It's an ancient pony practice- unicorn, specifically, to give an expensive token of affection to a mate." She starred expectantly.

He expanded- "Adapted during the fusion of their 3 tribal cultures to include the Terrestrials... Err... colloquially, 'Earth Pony' tradition of an exchange of a family heirloom ... one holding a more personal value than one dependent on the unicorn system of material worth." Chrysalis nodded. A smile began to warm her lips. "And what is this?" "It's your token to your mate- Queen Twilight." The Queen gave a small huff of impatience, touching the article with her pitted hoof to accent each word. "What. Is. This?" Pharynx wasn't certain what his mother was asking him. He lifted the article carefully in his hoofs and examined it. He'd never actually seen it this close before. He could see now the small plates of chitin were quite old. He had always thought they were just tiny clippings his Mother had made from her wings, emulating the pegasus practice of giving their mate one of their primary feathers. But that couldn't be. They were far too old for that. Their translucent quality was caused not by their age, but by their structure. No only that, they were slightly curved and shaped irregularly, each slightly smaller than the last. They were fitted plates. "These are..." he straightened as the realization dawned on him, suddenly taking even greater care to be very gentle with the artifact in his grasp. "These are the plates of a grub's first molting." She nodded again, her smile growing to expose her fangs. "They're yours."

Chrysalis draped a hoof around his shell. Pharynx fought to find the words. "Mine? But... How? Mine? They're... How did y-" "Your idiot brother saved the discards of your first molting. Don't ask me how he secreted them away or where he hid them. None of your sisters ever knew." She looked from the tiny bracelet to the astonished Pharynx. He stared at the jewelry as if it were speaking to him in a foreign tongue. "I've never found the knowledge in the Hive Mind, anyways. " She gave a wistful sigh. "I remember. You had both just completed your nymph molt a few days before. He came to me, all puffed up and smiles, and presented me with a set of baubles he'd made. A necklace and a bracelet. He'd managed to cobble together the materials from one of our caches of acquired valuables. I'm still not sure how he learned the skills required to craft them, half-dumb as he was. Still, he did. A necklace from his own remnants..." She lifted the trinket in her green flames. "...and this, from yours." In an implosion of magic the matrimonial token vanished, teleported back to Twilight's dresser. Pharynx stared in silence. She'd held onto such a thing, all these years, in secret. With a gentle touch of his angular cheek, Chrysalis regarded him. "I gave this to Twilight, my immortal love, as an act of trust, to honor the ancient custom of her people. It was only a thing but it was my most precious of things. And if I could trust her with this thing I could trust her with my hearts." She stroked his cheek, drawing close. "I am your Queen. I designate you all with purpose." Her snakes eyes held him like a helpless little grub. "When you hatched, I knew it. You were never born wrong. But you were born different. You weren't like any of our kind, ever, more like..." She paused, catching herself as if to keep a secret. "Yes, I named you. I knew what you were, as I have all my children from the dawn of our kind. Your foolish, flighty brother, he was Thorax, 'my heart'. You..." She smiled in a warmth he had never seen from her before. "...you were stronger, fiercer stuff. Pharynx, 'my voice'." As she smiled down at him the tears came again. He didn't fight them this time. "I've never hated you. In all The Hive, I've thousands of drones. Infiltrators, Warriors..." She wiped at his cheek with her pitted hoof. "But I've only one Pharynx. One you. You are my son."

He returned her smile, wiping at his cheeks.

They sat in silence. Maybe for the first time in their lives, they were truly Mother and Son, as Pharynx would see it. "Any other questions?" She gave a playfully irreverent smirk. still draping a hoof over his shell. "Heh... Maybe... Another hug? My Q-" She cut him off, pulling him into her hooves and squeezing her son tightly. He embraced her in return. He could almost taste the love in the air around them. It was an unusual feeling, this warmth. Was this 'acceptance'? It was alien but certainly not unwelcome. If this was what Thorax was always going on about Pharynx could get used to this 'family' business. The balcony-bay doors creaked open. A guard broke the tender silence of their moment with her announcement. "My Queen. Prince Thorax awaits Her Grace." Chrysalis looked to the guard, then to Pharynx. He smirked, making to hop up. "I'm gonna go pound him." The Queen rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Don't pick on your brother." Pharynx sniffled and froze. He had an almost pouty quality to his silent obedience. She sighed in resolution. "Fine. You're brothers..." Pharynx leapt up with a burst of energy and sprinted for the door. From the halls Chrysalis could hear the sounds of things being broken and shouting of various slurs of endearment. She chuckled and took a large mouthful of the grapes, chomping them down hungrily with a smug, self-satisfied smile. "Best. Mom. EVER."

#my art #twisalis #mlp au #my story #traditional art #interracial family #mothers day #queen chrysalis #twilight sparkle #changelings #lovebug #pharynx #thorax #love #lgbtq #complex ptsd #gender identity #self acceptance #self love #childhood trauma #ftm misgendering #trauma recovery #transgender #transition #trauma #eternal courtship #ashleyfableblack

[sysig]

How much of me is me? (Patreon)

#Doodles #UT #Handplates #Sans #Papyrus #Another one that I cried to while drawing hehe ♪ Hhhhh I love their dynamic so much <3 <3 ;; #Sans' apparent disinterest in hurting Gaster is deeply interesting to me - we see him punch Gaster in Mercyplates even! :0 #I can't help but feel that a good portion of it is Papyrus being there with him when Gaster gives them his arm haha #Would he have been as well-behaved if he'd been by himself? I wonder :) #But generally I read it as him having grown up <3 They've both matured so beautifully by that point it's just ah- such a treat to read #Their transition from their childhood to their teens and young adulthood into themselves is just jdlksafhdsfd it's incredibly well written! #I say ''I wonder'' quite a lot lol but that's just speculation - watching them grow into themselves is So Incredibly satisfying <3 #It feels so natural to watch them become themselves ♥ It's beautiful ♪♫ #And their sibling dynamic is truly unrivaled <3 They support each other! Lift each other up! Where one stumbles the other catches him! #I love them so much ahh #Papyrus' emotional intelligence gets me so bad <3 The sweetest lad #I feel like it would bother Sans that he/they have Gaster's memories and not their own #It makes me especially sad to think about everything he missed of them - if only you hadn't fallen behind on the footage Gaster! >:0 #They already have some pretty incredible identity issues just throw being pieces of him in every sense into the mix #They're grown from him and even when they got away and built themselves that still got subplanted with memories that aren't even theirs! #It's a rough spot #Papyrus though ♥ Always knows what to say hehe #Reaffirming that Sans is the most important person to him - that they are to each other - that no matter what they're brothers #And that no matter what - even having Gaster's memories or being without memories at all - that Sans is a good person #That it's not out of self-preservation or trying to do it for Papyrus' sake (even if that is a lot of it haha) #That /Sans/ is the one making that decision of his own volition and his own morals and beliefs #And that he loves and supports him no matter what <3 #''I know you can be a good person. You can choose to do the right thing'' and ''I see you being a good person. You're doing the right thing' #Hhhh <3 I love them <3

[daenerysoftarth]

it’s one thing to call the targaryens colonizers and imperialists (true), but it’s a whole nother thing to call daenerys this. she is a teenage girl who overthrew slavery in slaver’s bay and then married a nobleman from one of the cities there. canonically, that’s it. daenerys currently has dreams of ‘reclaiming’ the iron throne, but what that looks like and if she will actually go through with it are up to speculation. she is not a colonizer

#daenerys targaryen #also any criticism about how she handled slavers bay that doesn’t acknowledge that she’s a teenager trying to accomplish #one of the most difficult sociopolitical transitions known to man #with zero reliable and smart advisors #and limited education due to a traumatic childhood #then I don’t wanna hear it!!!! #my posts #valyrianscrolls

[dysfunctionalroomba]

The "I'm not like other girls" to "I'm not even a girl" pipeline

#yes I was the Undiagnosed kid who got bullied in childhood #yes I did make my weirdness my whole personality later #yes I did transition in my teens and it got worse #but then it also got better :) #mostly because I befriended other weirdos (neurodivergent ppl) #trans #roomba posts

[kittyoverlord]

It just occurred to me that The Frosty Fair Folk Festival is probably meant to be a 1:1 reference to The Rainbow Gathering.

Moves around every year, very hippy dippy. The only thing not like it is the emo concert.

My grandpa has been to Rainbow and I was gonna go a few years ago when it was local but I was too busy, so I don't know for sure, but sounds very similar based on his description.

#my grandpa is really interesting #he was a radio DJ and a journalist for a local newspaper and has met a lot of big artists #he was at woodstock and hated it #he is a trans woman who almost medically transitioned but decided to live as a man due to the limitations at the time (he does use he/him) #he was on acid for most of my childhood and just decided to become sober on his own eventually #he got his masters at 60+ and got his PhD soon after in criminal psychiatry #he works on evidence based techniques for sex offender recovery and ptsd support for cops #he's not pro-cop but he's trying to improve the system where he can #a weird guy #personal #dimension 20 #fantasy high #fhjy #fantasy high junior year

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

I learned a lot here I think

#this feels so insanely weird #we lived here 6 years #like almost exactly 6 years #we moved in April 2018 #it was our longest term tenancy #we got so used to this place! to this area! #it was basically in my childhood home area #my mom was like 9m away if we felt like visiting #we did almost all our transition here #and now it's an empty room #slightly worse and slightly better than we found it #but still just an empty room #man #also we've been up like 24 hours in 3 ½ COMBINED hours of sleep (and one hour was more just. being horizontal)

[chronicsymptomsyndrome]

My niece (in a family chalk full of neurodivergencies) is two and keeps absolutely losing it (meltdown perhaps) when she’s forced into transitions with little to no warning (understandable bc girl same) and my brother (her conservative catholic-convert father) keeps trying to comfort her by hugging her and saying things like “ohh you’re fine, nothing actually bad is happening to you, you’re just my little drama queen aren’t you” and holy fuck I can’t even type these out without my face twisting up

Anyway it’s not my place to step in and even if it were I’m the most ridiculously PDA asocial non-confrontational kind of autistic there is so I don’t even know if I’m psychologically capable anyway.

But still, adults treating me like that as a kid had me believing it was okay and good so adults kept treating me that way well into my adulthood so I didn’t understand until mid twenties that nobody should be treated that way, I’m not “just a drama queen,” my very real and valid problems have just been dismissed my whole life.

I do not want this to happen to her.

#rants & reflections #autistic thoughts #audhd problems #adhd autistic #transitions are hard #autistic things #adhd things #neurodiversity #neurodivergent #complex trauma #autism in girls #childhood trauma #childhood emotional neglect #emotional neglect #delete later

[onceuponafosterkid]

When you turn 18 in Colorado, you are given the option to close your case as a foster kid. When I turned 18, I chose to keep it open and do something called Youth in Transition. Basically this means I have custody of myself and I can do whatever I want, but my Guardian Ad Litem (GAL) is now considered a lawyer, and she does whatever I tell her I want done in my case. I still have a caseworker and a family court judge as well. They are supposed to offer me support in my transition to adult hood to help me be as successful as possible. I chose to do this because I was just starting college and I needed guidance. I don’t know if it’s because the program is new, or because my team just really sucks, but they have offered no support in the past year. Every time I’ve gone to them for help, they have told me either “ask your friends” or “figuring this out is a part of growing up.” The problem with this is, I do not have parents. I don’t have anyone to ask for advice from. The state is supposed to be stand in parents for youth who don’t have any. So why are they not helping me? All I’m asking for is help finding resources and they won’t do it. But when I find a solution, whether or not it works out, they say I’m “impulsive”. I think it’s absolutely ridiculous and unfair. So after almost two years of this, I’ve decided to close out my case. I think it’s the best option for me since I’m not getting any support from my team. The monthly meetings usually end with them criticizing everything I do and me telling them that they don’t get to criticize me when they’re the ones who failed to provide support in the first place. I’m a little bit scared to be going forward with this, but I’m also looking forward to being done with it all.

#mental health #foster care #mentalheathawareness #ptsd #ptsd recovery #trauma #foster kids #fostercareawareness #childhood trauma #aging out of foster care #youth in transition #caseworkers #dhs #guardian ad litem #family court #legal adult #adulthood #growing up

[ziggysgender]

❤️🏳️‍⚧️ happy Valentine's day to my first dose of Testosterone 🏳️‍⚧️❤️

self love wins<3

#this is genuinely the best day of my entire life. starting T after so many years of just dreaming about it #a childhood worth of watching transitioning videos on youtube is paying off. this is the beginning of my medical transition. i want to cry #and getting a new car after i totaled my old one. my first ever car. i have this one under my own name and my own legal power #instead of my parents holding my finances over my head #on top of that im finally starting my new job this friday.... ive been trying to get in for 3 years and im finally starting #very weird to even have made it to this point in life. a lot of heavily suicidal years full of dysphoria and trauma. hit after hit #but once i turned 18 and gained medical autonomy. man. i got diagnosed with stuff i didnt even know existed #anyways I'll shut up now but YAYYYY YAY YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYYY!!!!!! #trans #transgenderism #gender

[alisterix]

Asterix and Obelix in a queerplatonic relationship because I'm in one and I ✨project✨

More Asterix pride icons!

Trans Cacofonix for @obelixetcompagnie cause I appreciate the way you think 💗💙

#asterix #asterix and obelix #cacofonix #asterix icons #queer headcanons #pride flags #I think I am leaning the most towards gay Asterix and aroace Asterix but all hcs are super valid and cool let's keep em coming #which are your favorite hcs let's talk #Gay Gauls let's gooooooo #don't you think queerplatonics deserve more rep and love ;-; #revisiting a childhood memory while being a fully realized gay adult is a very validating experience #trans Gauls is such an interesting and fun thing to explore #transition potion let's go #you come to Getafix to tell him you were born in a wrong body and he's like that's no problem here lemme get u a fix #Getafix says trans rights #I have a trans Getafix headcanon that I'm gonna make a separate post about cause I need to talk about it to someone

[gallifreywhere]

Who knows what he might have gone on to discover, if his passion had not received a killing blow at such an impressionable age? Never mess with people's dreams- that's my advice to you. The smallest action can have huge consequences.

The Transit of Venus, by Jacqueline Rayner

#the Transit of venus #big finish #william russell #ian chesterton #doctor who #quotes #parenting #childhood #school #dreams #life quotes #passions #teaching advice #life advice #jacqueline rayner #the companion chronicles #growing up #discouragement

[gougarfem]

what happened to butch + masc/gnc women taking testosterone with the understanding that it doesn't change your biological sex. what happened to lesbians who took T while occupying the butch role unapologetically. what happened to the women who were seen as men by everyone except other gnc women. what happened to those moments of tenderness in recognising another woman's femaleness, reconciling that with her masculinity, understanding the space she took up and why she did so. why does everyone use they/them pronouns. are there other people like me? am i setting a bad example? am i erasing a future little girl's role model by making the choices i do? will i inevitably be grouped in with the trans crowd? is it possible to be recognised as a woman who looks and sounds like a man anymore?

#lav.txt #transition #masc tag #this is about my own experience as a woman who has been severely dysphoric since childhood #and has had no relief in the ten years of therapy since my diagnosis #and trying to find my own place in the world and my community while taking testosterone #respectfully please don't reply to this post with comments about the dangers of T or how nobody should do it to begin with #nobody makes perfect choices #instead let's talk about the erasure of spaces for people like me in the last few decades #the role i would have occupied fifty years ago is gone #i don't know if i'll ever be recognised for who i am by other women