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That relatable moment when you eat sugar and then your medication for ADHD may or may not be causing you heart palpitations but you canât tell cause it could just be the âšsugarâšïżŒ
Me rn.
I feel like this is important to pass around so that we can kick up a stink about it, so yeah. Sorry for all my Ace Attorney peeps, but we also know a conflict of interests when we see one (amirite)
The expectation of sexuality among teens is what really irks me.
It was most confusing and alarming to me when books, media, medical professionals, hell even my parents made me feel like I was supposed to one day look at a boy my age and get the vapors or something. Like everything would be all rosy, butterflies would float into the air, the sun would beam upon my skin, and the sky would clear because of some budding attraction that according to most of society is expected. Outside of innocent attraction too, that all other members of society were leering over my shoulders, watching me like a hawk for any self exploration even encroaching upon the realm of sexuality and desire, ready to shame me if I took one step or stumble into the less-than-innocent that is supposed to come with maturing.
I genuinely had issues with fitting in because I thought something was wrong with me for somehow fucking up this mystical biological math equation, and not getting âx= people are attractive and sex and attraction with or towards attractive strangers is appealing and good yayâ. There were times when I would lie about liking a boy in my class and back pedaling when girls my age reacted negatively, because FUCK if I knew what made that person an appealing or non-appealing pick. I kept waiting for this change that never came, and yet at the back of my mind something was whispering that I wasnât the ever the same as those other peers of mine I saw as ânormalâ.
Even after I found my identity, and Iâve still not felt the need to change that label, there have been other addendums added to it. And those were important to me, too. The realization that, yeah, I donât really give a shit about a persons gender if I do manage to fall in love was a big one, even if it was obvious until then. And even if I had bloomed late and realized Iâm not demi, just picky as hell, I would still know that I donât have a gender preference and kind of never had to begin with. Even if I never have a relationship with a woman or an androgynous, nonbinary, or intersex person, knowing that I donât have a preference about that subject either way was still valuable to my self discovery.
I really think that society as a whole needs to stop emphasizing attraction as a turning point of maturity milestones, if not because it doesnât work as general marker, (and really never did), then because there are still kindergarteners who crush on each other, and kiss on the playground swing set, and that technically forces the definition to include kids who recognize attraction early as well, which I donât think is ethical- or right. But even with that aside, the isolation I felt then- the isolation I still feel as a result of misunderstanding about my identity- is real and it hurt me. And that caused some of my hurt. My life wouldâve been a touch easier if there wasnât this implicit expectation to turn boy-crazy, or become hyper-sexual and horny as a teen when I didnât really experience any of that.
And even when I did get my first taste of real, genuine attraction and love for someone, it wasnât this big reveal. It snuck up on me quietly, passively, so much so that it took other people pointing it out for me to step back and go âoh shit that sure is a thing thatâs happening in my brainâ.
My point is there shouldnât be such a heavy importance on love and attraction on people that young- it shouldnât be an expectation or a step to adulthood to be completed- but something that just sometimes pops up, sometimes doesnât, but is just a natural little âwhateverâ of the world that happens because biology baby. Itâs kinda weird that itâs even something adults are thinking about in regards to their kids- not as in anticipating safe sex talks and all that- but that kids and parents should be communicating honestly with each other throughout puberty because itâs a fucking trip to go through all that, and the last thing anyone needs is to be expecting some coup or phsyop of crushes and less-that-innocent thoughts to be popping up in their freaking children- and if thatâs even the case setting boundaries and allowing for the appropriate amount of privacy is arguably necessary for healthy development.
I have many thoughts on this topic but. Yeah. There are worse things to be wrong about than deciding youâre not ace.
tbh it doesn't rly hurt teenagers to incorrectly id as ace like... what's the worst than could happen? they don't have sex till they're older?? lol
One day this is going to be applied to like, a meteor about to collide with the sun or something, and people will somehow make an act of doomsday into a love poem about a doomed romance wherein both parties inevitably collide and their lives literally crumble as a result of their union. A union of death and utter destruction and one that is inevitable in that its temptation is too great to bear.
Humans can romanticize anything. And not like the fear of nature romanticism. We just want everything to kiss, I think.
well have you considered that maybe the unstoppable force is in love with the immovable object
Iâve said it once and Iâll say it again.
As much as people romanticize pregnancy, it is NOT A HEALTH NEUTRAL STATE.
Thatâs not even touching on the fact that yes, pregnant people get murdered all the fucking time.
In general pregnancy is terrifying if you arenât ready for it, or even if you are and something goes wrong that you canât control. And everybody acts like you should have sunshine and rainbows coming out of your ass just because of the potential of new life.
Iâve never been pregnant. I want kids in my future but definitely not now, and if I was currently pregnant Iâd be fucking terrified to know I live in the US.
Iâm serious. Eclampsia. The shots so you donât kill a baby with a different blood type than you. Being unable to keep foods down, being unable to sleep due to constant pain in your back, the expensive and yet still necessary doctors visits. The potential for anencephaly. Constant pain from your organs being shoved aside in your own body, by your own body. The potential for your fetus to die and being unable to get it removed because abortion is inaccessible in your state. Miscarriage. Bleeding out. Ectopic pregnancy. Sepsis. C-sections, which on their own are horrifying until you remember that those doctors cut through 7 fucking layers of flesh, rummage around in your abdominal cavity, pull your organs out and put them on a table to get a fucking baby out of you, and then just stuff that shit back in Willy-nilly and sew you back up- which is PAINFUL. The potential for your body to be so strained from pushing out a baby that you literally split open and tear yourself from cooter to poop shooter. Even more fetal Complications. Back-labor. Post-partum depression, anger, suicidal ideation, anxiety or psychosis. Pregnancy induced constipation, incontinence, or even diabetes.
All. of. it. Is. Terrifying.
But nobody talks about the fact that people are somehow expected to want this for themselves. To be happy because pregnancy is sunshine and rainbows according to a male societal standard. And that somehow if they donât, theyâre the weird ones for not wanting to torture themselves and put their lives on the line for a human being theyâve not even had the chance to meet yet. That doesnât truly exist outside of their body or think or have conscious thoughts yet.
Genuinely. Itâs FUCKED UP. And the US also just leaves moms to fend for themselves too without any support for recovery after having a baby too. Maternal or paternal leave isnât guaranteed. Some jobs wonât even grant it to you (if they even offer it) if you fall pregnant before working there for a certain period of time. You might get six weeks. You might get less. But then you have to figure out what to do with a six week old infant that needs to be fed, like every four hours, your titties hurt, youâre leaking milk if youâre able to lactate, you canât pee without using lidocaine, you still canât sleep, baby is crying all the damn time, and you now, while still dealing with post-partum side effects, have to find a stranger to sit around and leave your newborn with and pay a ridiculous amount to do so, because you canât not survive without working. Even if it feels like youâre running on the fear of death and adrenaline, you are still killing yourself to suddenly make these new changes work and just survive, and thatâs supposed to be a happy thing?????
No, I wouldnât blame a damn soul for getting cold feet and backing out of having a kid. That sounds like the most horrifying reality to live in, and yet people are forced into doing it all the time. Thatâs actually fucked up and twisted in ways I cannot put into words. Itâs worse than any war crime I can imagine, which are already vile and unforgivable, but this finds a way to somehow be even more depraved because a government is letting lobbyist and religious zealots force this upon its own people. The people it relies on to give itself funding, arms and most importantly, its power. A power that is supposed to be use to protect its people that is being horrendously abused.
I donât think anyone needs to be a woman to be scared that weâve fallen to this point.
The number one cause of death in pregnant women is murder. Think About That.
No but fr tho
Me whenever thereâs a new tornado warning and the news cuts everything you were watching off:
im crazy
Iâm feral because I canât achieve my dreams in love and Iâm ok with that because itâs my fault. Iâm an introvert to the max babes
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