I feel like my life has been this wave of moments of radical aceeptance, community, and love paired with ongoing isolation and devestation. I want to live my life, not just survive it. Will I ever get there?
I feel so diconnected from my community, and all I can do is devour Pageboy like a lifeline to feel comraderie and solidarity, feeling someone else's experiences, though through such different lives, is hitting close to home with me on how much shared trauma trans people have.
I feel so isolated at work, being trans right now is really hard to function day to day and I'm not close enough with anyone to bring it up. I'm going through med changes and life changes and everyones just kind of like "whats wrong Shoshi" and it all feels too personal to share.
I joined a discord call last night in an attempt to make friends and I had such a visceral trauma response to it. I canβt have nice things due to faceless men on the internet. Wtf.
Iβm 34 and texting my mom to tell her I was safe from the reported active shooter was a traumatic feeling. I canβt imagine being one of the kids who had to do that today. Thank god it was a hoax but also what was the point of traumatizing so many people?
My university went into lockdown today over the hoax active shooter calls for the high schools nearby. I donβt know whatβs happening in this world but this was real trauma for the students and families affected.
For years, trapped in a womenβs body, I practiced self harm and disordered eating. Now, I am proud to be myself in my truest form. I often wonder who I could have flourished into if Iβd have the freedom to be myself from a young age. Fight trans hate. Transitions save lives.
Your trans friends are not okay right now. I donβt even know what to do with myself, short of driving to the south to get queer kids to safety. And how long will we be safe here? I have so much fear and so many questions.
The anti trans legislation going around is really getting to me mentally. Last night I had a night terror I was forced to detransition, as my mother drove me gleefully to get implants and femme hormones. My nightmares will be many peoples realities, Iβm afraid.
For my second day at work they had staff appreciation chair massages and I realized too late getting massaged is a very vulnerable feeling to have around coworkers youβve known for 1 (one) day.