[–] 3 points 3 days ago (1 child)

Change is hard for me too, which is part of the reason I'm just going to stubbornly cling to my name for all time. I've toyed with the idea of getting a more feminine spelling, but I doubt I will. Though I guess I also feel that mine fits, and I know what not fitting feels like cause my first name DOES NOT and that shit does got to go as soon as I come up with a new middle name which I have not been able to do.

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  • [–] 3 points 3 days ago

    First, I just want to say that's an incredibly tough situation. I imagine it must be very painful to watch someone you care for hurt like that and feel powerless to comfort her.

    I imagine there are more books written on how to help people with eating disorders than trans people. I bring this up, because I showed my partner a Petra Parker/Venom comic about gender dysphoria the other day and they (who almost died as a teen to anorexia) said "that's what anorexia feels like". So, perhaps there are well regarded books aimed at partners of people with body dysmorphia that could be mined for inspiration?

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  • [–] 5 points 3 days ago

    This reminds me of a story: when my first girlfriend broke up with me I was devastated. My favorite past time the next year was to get drinky, use music and internet threads to make me sad instead of numb, and then pour through our entire relationship's instant messenger chat logs to see if I could understand where it all went wrong. Finally, I realized how unhealthy it all was and I put every log, every picture, and some other things on a jump drive and gave it to my best friend to keep safe for me until I could be trusted with it again. A couple years after that, I asked them to throw it away, I had finally dug myself out of that hole I dug and moved on. They had lost it XD

    I don't know when I ever would've gotten better had I not put my self-harm material out of reach. It didn't stop every thought, and didn't stop a particularly toxic pattern I had with my ex where she would call whenever her life was falling apart because I always put my own emotional health on hold to be there for her, but it did keep me from my worse self-inflicted rumination pattern.

    (This section isn't toward you SuperZutsuki, but to anyone reading) I don't know how we do that with climate change, negative self talk, the Palestinian genocide, rising fascism, or any of the other nightmares we live with, but if there is a way to put it away, put it into someone you trust's hands until you need it again, try. See if you can take a week of social media, with a friend who will let you know if anything really important happens, if the week goes well maybe make it a month. Find hopeful media to engage with, not bullshit saccharine media, but media where positive seeds are planted and cared for. And maybe most importantly, even though its incredible, awfully frustrating at times, connect with people off line in the work to make the world just a bit better. There are countless ways to do this, labor unions, mutual aid groups, food not bombs orgs, urban farms, communist and/or anarchist groups, etc. You have to be not alone more times than at work if you're ever going to be okay, and you can't be behind a mask then (I mean identity mask, not COVID mask, so you have to be out as your true gender, your real neurotype, etc.) or it won't work. But, baby steps of getting back into the world...see what your public library has available, you might be surprised what kinda things you can do for free.

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  • [–] 3 points 4 days ago (3 children)

    It took my partner something like 3 years, and they've finally found a name they're happy with and it was worth the waiting. I don't think it could've really been rushed either, as there was a lot of self growth involved in the process as well. The new name is perfect and fits so much better than their deadname. So, don't give up, I know you'll find the perfect one one day.

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  • [–] 5 points 4 days ago (3 children)

    It just feels really strange, because the system is the people enforcing it. It is the people profiting from it, upholding it. This isn't the matrix, they system cants be defined and left, it is people with motive to maintain it.

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  • [–] 20 points 4 days ago

    I can tell you what not to do, when two ladies in your union start talking about DnD, don't start bouncing up and down in excitement as you wait for your turn to enter the conversation. That's really not normal. It went fine for me though because we're all notedly neuro nonconforming, but even for us it was commented on aubrey-embarassed

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  • [–] 8 points 4 days ago

    I feel you. Ordered a coffee the other day, sugar only, drank a sip and thought huh that isn't very much sugar and also that coffee is way weaker than usual. Drank maybe a third before I got home from errands and opened it to sweeten it some more, and it had milk thurston

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  • [–] [S] 2 points 5 days ago (1 child)

    Could you direct me to a better trans sub? I love the trans mega thread, but it also regularly bums me out so a funny meme style place is cool and my algorithm has only directed me to cwcl and counttt which is MUCH worse.

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    I'm in a flare up, which means a lot of time in bed or at doctor's offices, which means a lot of time on my phone. My last flare up was near the time I discovered I was trans and during that I found countwithchickenlady and it mostly made me laugh. I needed that. This time, I'm seeing the fallout of us being declared a national security threat. The United States is routinely made out to be a bastion of queer rights on the world stage; Stalin and Mao boogeymen to be scared of; China, Russia, and Iran are "the bad places to live"; with one specific poster constantly talking about their oppression being from "the real evil colonialist nation" that has "no culture" meaning Russia, their pfp is of course the EU flag.

    No amount of knowing that this is a calculated effort by well-funded state apparatus makes it less depressing because it works scarily well. First they made a lot of transparently vitriolic posts to get an unpopular "no-politics" rule passed, which eventually gets removed but burns the mods out in the process, then they are free to poison the community.

    I know I should be off reddit, but typing on a keyboard makes my fingers ache and hexbear isn't as active as it used to be anyway. Cope for my bad habit, I know.

    Anyway, America delenda est.

     

    Hi, I want something to copy+paste to people about how Israel doesn't control the United States. I know they're a vassal state, but trying to explain that every time and on a phone screen is getting tiring. Does something like this already exist? Or would some incredible person(s) wanna make one?

    Thanks in advance and if this is posted in the wrong place let me know.

     

    This could also be titled "How FND made me feel well and truly crazy for the first time."

    I used to not know if I was a Cartesian Dualist or a Monist. I felt my thoughts and my body as separate things, but I believed my thoughts arose from my brain, which also experienced sensations in the body. I have a long history with depression, and I also have chronic back pain from being in chairs or cars too goddamned much. I try to walk, to meditate, to eat more healthily. I thought I was doing well.

    Last year, I was at my family's for the holidays. Travel has been stressful, but not more-so than usual, and my partner and I are happy to share some good news with my relatives, we were going to join the park service, I had lost almost 100lbs over the past two years, I felt hopeful for the first time in...ever? At dinner, my hand won't grip my fork. I have to awkwardly eat with my other hand. Appallingly, my mom notices. I have some other minor issues, everyone is worried, but it doesn't seem like an emergency so I promise to book an appointment as soon as I get home.

    At home I begin having times where my limbs become frozen in place, occasionally painfully contorting, sometimes I can’t talk. The earliest I can get an appointment with a primary care physician is 6 months away. I have constant fatigue, and the smallest physical exertion can put me in bed for hours. We decide to put our plan on hold until I have a diagnosis. Over weeks the symptoms fade. We're still worried, but maybe they are over. Trump guts the park service.

    Feeling better finally, I decide to try and go back to school instead. I begin the application process for grad school, reaching out to references and starting my essay. I’m having more migraines, but I’m spending a lot of time at the computer, that’s probably normal. I get everything submitted just as an even worse wave of symptoms hit. This time I’m having limbs flail about, my dominant hand seems like it is controlled by a dickhead older brother that likes holding things just out of reach, I’m tired all the time. I lose my spring to this, but nothing seems like an emergency.

    I finally get the appointment, my blood work is good. My doctor listens, seems to care. I get a neurology recommendation. Neurology calls to schedule. The earliest appointment is 11 months away. I freak out, feel hopeless and angry. Some family members make noises about reaching out to neurologists they know, nothing comes of it. Whatever, I guess I have no choice to wait. I’m depressed, I don’t get out of bed some days, but I have no neurological symptoms.

    My partner gets our first in-person job since COVID, they’re very happy. The night before they start I have a seizure, my first. I was walking down the hallway when my legs began to feel heavy and my head swimmy, I barely make it to the bed before crashing onto it. I immediately begin uncontrollably trashing for over a minute. Afterwards I can barely speak, I’m confused as well. They make me go to an ER, insisting that this is an emergency. Walking to the car is like moving in a bad nightmare, my body won’t move right and the world is moving around me. We make it, symptoms are fading by the time I’m admitted. Tests are run: EKG, Head CT, more blood work. There’s nothing immediately killing me, but they want me to see neurology so I’m sent to another hospital. 14 long hours after getting to the hospital we get to talk to a neurology resident. I’m so exhausted I barely remember the conversation, but she’s able to get my appointment moved up and schedules more tests.

    Another month of horrible, debilitating symptoms. I’m not always sure I should be driving, but my partner doesn’t and they have to get to work. I get 3 MRIs, covering my whole CNS. I get an EEG. I get the results of all the tests. Nothing. I get my appointment with Neurology just before Thanksgiving, more questions are asked. Everything physical is ruled out. I’m diagnosed with Functional Neurologic Disorder (FND). It isn’t my hardware causing the problem, but a glitch in my software. She says someone will reach out to find any in-network psychologists or psychiatrists who do FND-focused CBT. [Side-note: This terrifies me. For one, most people don’t have positive experiences with this CBT for FND. But also, CBT isn’t as effective for autistics as it is for allistic people.]

    I’ve had therapy, a lot of it. I’m currently in therapy again, working to understand my gender-identity and how my self-realized autism affects me. I know what depression is, I feel my mood. I’m used to having my mind disable me. I know what that feels like, I thought I knew how to manage it. I was sure something was wrong with my body, I feel this in my body. But apparently I wasn’t successfully dealing with my depression, or autistic burnout, or w/e. I was making no strides at all, because instead of feeling depressed now my body is shutting down. But I can still feel depression, because not knowing how capable my body will be tomorrow makes me fucking depressed. I feel fucking hopeless, because my brain is now an unreliable narrator. And the worst thing is I don’t even feel stressed when the symptoms come on most of the time, its fucking random.

    Now I know I’m not a Cartesian Dualist, or a Monist, because there is some third thing at play. Something I can’t interrogate directly. In my mind thoughts exist, negative self talk, mood, etc. I can recognize it, I have tools to help deal with it. I have to meditate, I have to not beat myself up when I struggle, I just need to make sure to do one productive thing a day, etc. In my body pain exists, I have to stretch, to walk, to not spend too much time in chairs or my body works less well. But now there is a thing that is turning stress at the prospect of trying to get a job, or of imagining a career, not into thoughts but into physical symptoms that yet don’t exist in the body? I’m doing this to myself, but I don’t want to. It feels far outside my control. My mind and body are both at the mercy to this other thing, this thing I can’t interrogate or feel. I can’t predict my capabilities, I don’t know if I’ll be more or less disabled in the future than I am now. How do I plan a life around this?

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