u/nvrknwsbest

I want to die. I'm so tired of being this undefinable type of queer and forcing myself to be a cis mother who's in a crumbling marriage. I feel so fucking alone. I've always overlooked my own queerness because I never wanted it to define me or dictate my life, and now that I feel like i'm closer to understanding myself, there's all this arbitrary shit in the way and I don't want to inconvenience my queer friends who are going through their own shit.

Looking for an artist/painting. I believe it's an Italian man, initials may be R. F. or F. R. Painting is from 2010s, I think, and is like a realistic Renaissance style. From what I remember there's like... a white centaur lady with a decapitated man who's strung up.

So, I'm mid 30s, had my son, but I was on psych meds. My mom was a pediatric nurse with a formula hookup, and so my son was formula fed so I could get back on my meds after staying off during pregnancy (I'm bipolar and had terrible postpartum anxiety, I needed to be medicated).

I never breastfed my son because of meds. He's 3.5 now and I am *still* producing milk. I know stimulating the breasts can cause you to keep producing milk, and for a long time, i'd agree that that's what caused it. I only check periodically now just to see if I am still lactating (I am, much more than just a few drops, though no leakage), but i wouldn't say they've been purposely "stimulated" in a reaaaaally long time... 😐

Anyone with a similar experience?