skipping class to conserve spoons for the beyonce concert
I should make a series called “things I told the internet but not my therapist” based on that “things I told the internet but not my mother”
tfw when you thought you already came out to someone and you mention it offhand and they’re like “what”
Hi, I’m tumblr user transabed. I have psychosis, which is any set of symptoms/diseases involving a disconnection with reality. This includes; dissociation, catatonia, hallucinations, or delusional paranoia. It encompasses many diseases, but for some of us undiagnosed folks,…
like i tried to ask my parents about the hospital visit when i had the invasive procedure forced on me and they were completely unhelpful, and honestly all it did was make me doubt myself more and think that maybe id just made it up. more likely it just wasnt an important incident to them because they didnt value my ability to make that decision for myself, and they don’t remember it. i wanted to scream at them too for not remembering it and not even worrying about me now remembering that and how that affects me. but i cant scream at them while they’re here, they’ll destroy me.
and honestly im putting that picture in the safety plan im gonna make about how to get through my parents visiting, cause like, i need to not look to them for validation that abuse happened if i am to get through their visit
ive been thinking a lot of that picture that says “i went to the foxes for advice. ’little mouse,’ they said, ‘you have profoundly mistaken the nature of this relationship.’ and i was eaten up” in the context of how i am at times forced to seek help from medical professionals. thats how i feel when i have to see doctors.
flower language has always been an intense source of disappointment for me
like, they all mean really generic things like “love” or “forever” or “i’m sorry”
i thought you could combine flowers
like you could just send someone a bouquet and from the combination of hibiscus and posies and tulips they’d understand “the rebel leader is dead, rendezvous at the docks at 8, bring the dog, you will need lighter fluid and a large tomato”
i’ve never heard anyone talk about sex in a way i understand and i’m interested in making everything in my life platonic because trying to envision myself in my own past sexual experiences is tiring and nauseating
Two women in other parts of the country wanted to pay an overdue bill for someone in Detroit. This is their project.
I cant help right now, but hopefully some of y’all can.
please reblog this even if you can only donate a few bucks