We Need To Make Using Chatgpt Embarrassing Bc Sorry It Really Is. What Do You Mean You Can’t Write

update because even though the sadness and confusion are real, my perspective did in fact change haha

after a good phone call with a fellow ND friend I’ve returned to the conclusion that I’m probably just autistic (this is not new). I don’t feel like a woman because I often don’t feel like a human and a lot of things can make me dissociate from my body (and we both felt that)

Honestly I’m okay with this. Obviously dissociating is not fun but… Just understanding that being a queer/neurodivergent woman is its own thing. There’s other autistic who are nonbinary or trans and that’s also a thing. Idk. I’d just like everyone to feel valid. No one should have to prove their identity to others. And of course everyone has a different path with exploring their own identity. In some way I guess it’s funny that my path as a girl/woman is not so straightforward, despite it being the gender I was assigned at birth. Is it actually this complicated for most people, when they really sit down to examine it? hmm

praying my feelings on this don’t change dramatically… but if they do, well I suppose that’s life!

Dear Reader,

I'm glad that I got to experience life as a girl. I really am. It brings me to tears just thinking about it. Sure, there are drawbacks, but so many positives. I mean...

For example, it was nice to play with the other girls because they never treated me roughly. I could feel safe with them. And it's so lovely to wear dresses and skirts and cute accessories with no one thinking it's odd. It's nice to not feel so self-conscious about expressing my emotions. It's comforting to be able to connect and commiserate with others who have experienced girlhood and/or are living as a woman.

But... as I continue to see my therapist, I become more aware of how my anxiety manifests, how I often feel trapped or unseen by the world, for seemingly no reason that I can discern. The feeling of being trapped keeps returning. I'm scared of what it might mean. Maybe it's not related to my gender at all. But I'm still scared of it. And yet I hope to unravel it one day.

Today I went to shower and saw my body in the mirror, and maybe I'm just tired, but I felt so wrong. Another thing I'm not able to explain. And earlier when I spoke with my father, I hated every word that came out of my mouth, not because I thought what I was saying was dumb or irrelevant, but because suddenly, my voice didn't sound like mine.

By the way, I'm not a boy. In case you're asking that, I want to make it clear. To call myself a boy or a man just doesn't feel quite right. But I am always a person, and I don't mind calling myself a woman... sometimes.

I wish this was easy. But I have a feeling this is what the Death card that came up in a recent tarot reading (I know, I'm silly) meant for me. I interpreted it as needing to really grieve something in order to keep moving forward with my life. And I don't know, it all feels connected somehow.

Maybe this is simply part of my path to becoming a woman? I wonder.

For now I just need to cry. Like Chihiro from Spirited Away. I still remember the message I took from the ending of the film, that filled me with such sadness.

"I can never return to my childhood."

love their little family! <3

low effort meme for the ikeda cinematic universe

(bantering btw not real)

Morning in Karachay-Cherkessia, Russia by Yulia Maltseva

Wolhwawon Garden (월화원) // 이놈식기(食記)

Watching RoV: Oscar is so badass

Reading RoV: OSCAR IS SO SWEET AND MESSED UP SOMEONE BRING HER TO THERAPY RN

PSA: Artists! Please avoid putting your painting water next to your drinking water. You WILL mix them up at some point. 🩵

:3

pigeon shapes!