I took my collar off for the first time in 2 years bc it was causing dysphoria. I felt... so incredibly relieved. Lighter even. and for the life of me I can't figure out if its bc of the dysphoria or bc of ongoing underlying issues with my Sir
I wish I could tell my family the unfiltered truth about myself. That I didnt have to cut, edit, or hide bits and pieces so I'm never seen as too much or too radical. I feel like a picture with chunks cut out when I'm around them. I wish I could tell the lawmakers, the Christians, the conservatives that I'm not try to cause problems or be a problem. I don't want to invade their bathrooms, their sports, their policies. I don't want to be noticed at all. I'm just trying to live my life in a way that doesn't make me want to die. I'm sorry my very existence is inconvenient and a problem. I never asked to be this way, but this is the way that I am, and I can't change that any more than they can change the color of their eyes. Idk I'm just sad
This is actually so hard. I didn't expect to stop connecting with my birth name. But there are days now where I have to remind myself that's supposed to be me even though it doesn't feel like it anymore. And I'm just scrolling through all these baby name sites and there are \*so many\* choices. Do I go with my heritage? My special interest? Same first letter as my birth name? Something familial? What i would've been named if I'd been a boy? Those of you with a different name than you were given...how did you choose?
I'm petsitting for a friend who lives near the college. If the dog needs to go outside later, is it safe for a woman to walk a dog at night in this part of town? I'm not from around here