Scrolling through Facebook memories and find one from '06 about asking people what they remember about me. Most commenters I remembered who they are but one I do not. Nor do I know if I met them in highschool or college. Their comment was just about how I confused the English teacher with weird questions. That unfortunately does not narrow it down. That does not narrow it down at all.
To further muddle things they seemed to either already have or be in the process of transitioning and I can't tell which direction because they're pretty androgynous. I have no clue who this person is and I feel exceptionally guilty for forgetting someone after asking them what they remembered about me even if it's nearly two decades later.
Brains suck. I want a hard drive with 8k uhd timestamped recordings in chronically order. And spark notes for every month.
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they want to talk about mental illness and acceptance and how everyone is a little ocd it's cute and quirky and their "intrusive thoughts" are about cutting their hair off and you say yours are about taking a razorblade to your eye and they say ew can you not and everyone is a little adhd sometimes! except if you're late it's a personality flaw and it's because you are careless and cruel (and someone else with adhd mentions they can be on time, so why can't you?) and it's not an eating disorder if it's girl dinner! it's not mania if it's girl math! what do you mean you blew all of your savings on nonrefundable plane tickets for a plane you didn't even end up taking. what do you mean that you are afraid of eating. get over it. they roll their little lips up into a sneer. can you not, like, trauma dump?
they love it on them they like to wear pieces of your suffering like jewels so that it hangs off their tongue in rapiers. they are allowed to arm-chair diagnose and cherrypick their poisons but you can't ever miss too many showers because that's, like, "fuckken gross?" so anyone mean is a narcissist. so anyone with visual tics is clearly faking it and is so cringe. but they get to scream and hit customer service employees because well, i got overwhelmed.
you keep seeing these posts about how people pleasers are "inherently manipulative" and how it's totally unfair behavior. but you are a people pleaser, you have an ingrained fawn response. in the comments, you have typed and deleted the words just because it is technically true does not make it an empathetic or kind reading of the reaction about one million times. it is technically accurate, after all. you think of catholic guilt, how sometimes you feel bad when doing a good deed because the sense of pride you get from acting kind - that pride is a sin. the word "manipulation" is not without bias or stigma attached to it. many people with the fawn response are direct victims of someone who was malignantly manipulative. calling the victims manipulative too is an unfair and unkind reading of the situation. it would be better and more empathetic to say it is safety-seeking or connection-seeking behavior. yes, it can be toxic. no, in general it is not intended to be toxic. there is no reason to make mentally ill people feel worse for what we undergo.
you type why is everyone so quick to turn on someone showing clear signs of trauma but you already know the fucking answer, so what's the point of bothering. you kind of hate those this is what anxiety looks like! infographics because at this point you're so good at white-knuckling through a severe panic attack that people just think you're stoic. even people who know the situation sometimes comment you just don't seem depressed. and you're not a 9 year old white kid so there's no way you're on the spectrum, you're not obsessed with trains and you were never a good mathematician. okay then.
mental illness is trending. in 2012 tumblr said don't romanticize our symptoms but to be fair tiktok didn't exist yet. there's these series of videos where someone pretends to be "the most boring person on earth" and is just being a normal fucking person, which makes your skin crawl, because that probably means you are boring. your friend reads aloud a profile from tinder - no depressed bitches i fucking hate that mental illness crap. your father says that medication never actually works.
you still haven't told your grandmother that you're in therapy. despite everything (and the fact it's helping): you just don't want her to see you differently.
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I'm going to preface this by saying that I have really complex feelings about this, and much of it is inspired by my personal experiences and a bit of learning about what other trans people experience. If I come across as messy, it is because of these reasons.
There's this unshakable feeling I have that when allies and even other trans people talk about trans people, transition and motivation for transition, and anything related to such, that there's only certain things that x type of trans person can (and should) experience and talk about.
Like, when people talk about FtMs/trans men/transmasc people, a common idea is that we're motivated to transition to game the system, to manipulate people into treating us better because we're now seen as men. A huge reason I never even bought into that idea is because, since transition (especially medical), I have been treated worse than I ever have been. Since transitioning and being on testosterone, I've been catcalled, had people insist I hand my number over, and I have to emphasize that I've never experienced these things until a couple of years ago (to clarify, this was in my real, corporeal life). I honestly can say that, while transition has saved my life and soul, I am treated worse by others than I ever had been pre-transition. However, because the idea of transmascs is that "they were victims of misogyny and they only want to escape it through transition" is popular even among some trans people, I feel like it's almost... taking something away by acknowledging that. Add to this that I'm white and that TPoC have so many experiences that intertwine with race, and that race absolutely goes into how trans people are treated.
I am not saying that my experience is the only valid or true one. I am very aware that I'm probably an outlier. However, I just notice that, time and time again, people hear what they want to hear about transness, and if people have even slightly different points of view from their experiences, it doesn't matter, or worse, those people are duplicitous and conniving.
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The "gifted kid who didn't need to study" to "neurodivergent burnt out college student who doesn't know how to study" pipeline is very real and I don't like that I'm experiencing it, I need to graduate to get a job and get out of my parents house and get better mentally and physically. 🥲
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The curse of growing up as a "gifted" child
It seems that the better you do as a child equally and oppositely effects the outcome of life as an adult.
Just look at all the child actors, musical prodigies, and academically gifted children.
They tend to wash up. Or, in the absolute best case scenario, they end up... Normal. Bland. Average.
Why is that?
I was a gifted child during schooling.
I tested "off the charts" on most standardized testing I was subjected to.
As far as school went, I found most of it very easy. I studied infrequently and frequently got As through my years of schooling.
And despite dropping out twice, I managed to maintain a 4.0 GPA during my times in college. I might add that I was also a poly-substance addict and alcoholic who almost never studied or put my best foot forward during my time in college.
I think that part of it is the pressure.
It's not normal to shoulder that much pressure at a young age. And I believe it's what eventually burned me out. The sky high expectations, the worry that you're not doing enough or doing it well enough can be very damaging.
A lot of the pressure I felt was self-inflicted. I come from a family of very intelligent and educated people on both my mother's and father's side of the family.
Out of my whole family...
Parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins..
I'm the only one without a college degree.
The black sheep.
The broken one.
The failure.
The disappointment.
I always wanted (and still do in a way) to 'keep up' with them.
But I'm now in my 30s.
With a GED.
No degree.
Single parent.
Every family reunion, I'm surrounded by physicians, pharmacists, engineers, and very accomplished people. Happily married people with beautiful families.
What do I have to show for my three and a half decades on this planet?
A single wide mobile home. 2 beat up cars. A couple of tattoos. A job as a public servant, barely making ends meet. Dependent on Suboxone and alcohol to function normally.
I'm a handsome man who is aging pretty well, all things considered.
But I don't think I will find a woman interested any time soon.
I'm damaged goods. I come with baggage.
And if I was to ask myself: "where did it all go wrong?"
I think my answer would be: "It all started with the pressure that comes with being an intellectually gifted child."
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