Inviting me to places, changing the plans to make shit harder (as if plans changing isn't already shit for my autistic brain) then basically saying "then don't come" because I PHYSICALLY can't do the plan anymore because I'm A CRIPPLE???? is so wild - but hey, atleast I can
"always talk to you if things get bad with (my) body or anything"
remembering that time I was alone with my uncles best friend who was around 3x/4x my age (I was 17/18) and he came up behind me with his front pressed against my back and i thought he was going to rape me on the counter and then when I told person Y she said I was being dramatic and that just because he was pressed against me, alone in a room, to the point I could smell his cologne doesn't mean he had any strange intent
But sure, I'M the crazy one for thinking people are out to get me
I still remember when I met a fellow autistic gender bender who used a wheelchair and when tried to make friends (because I had none and they were 2 years above) they were fucking VILE to me.
I remember sitting at the back of the room wiping away hot tears and feeling as blood went into my eyes because I couldn't help but tear my skin apart.
I remember looking, staring across the room and thinking that I will never look for "comrades" again because in a war against "the man" potential friends are potential enemies
All I hear are your screams these day, they beg me to glare at the context but I'm afraid. What would I say and what could I do if your fears were really so great that it took you pulling out my hair and teeth with hands around my throat to conquer
(TW: RACISM ABELISM SEXISM (KINDA COVERT IDK) GENERAL ED TOXIC SHIT)
My ED is back ✌🏽
I don't know what happened, I've been fine...kind of. Like yeah I haven't been eating but not in an EDNOS way more in a "I'm a university student and I love saving money to spend it on cute clothes" way.
But now, I'm back.
I guess over Halloween I've overeaten, that's probably it. I know I shouldn't but I already have a plan to "get back on track" AKA "be able to see my ribs again and have a waist so small that everytime I meet a new person they comment on it".
It's so strange because I don't hate myself anymore, I'm a Forest Finn, a proud Savonian and so fat on the body is always good for living in harsh conditions but, I don't know.
I just want something for my own.
Nothing has ever been just MINE, for some parts of my life that included my body.
But overall it's the best thing I have in terms of something that I can control:
(Like how I'm a virgin for religious reasons but also/mainly because I'm ace -and probably because the thought of a woman tracing my body and having her hand linger on the same thighs that boys said would make thunder come every time I walked would tear my afucking part- )
When I was younger I was bullied (like most intersex + disabled people) I was "short" and "fat" and "a girlboy" (whilst those things are all neutral, the way they were saying them and abusing me for obviously weren't) it didn't help that i'm a very mixed poc so people have no idea where I'm from but they know somewhere in the mix is "something African" and therefore "something savage" but after my ED progressed I never got called those names I was "pretty" and "cute" and "doll like" - I became something that people glanced at, not stared at.
Even racists and abelists stopped staring at me trying to pick apart how "ethnic I am" or how "autistic I act" - Instead I was a blank slate, a girl with an eating disorder but nothing else exciting to see.
It's weird because I've reached a point where I'm proud to be a poc, to be disabled and queer - maybe it was never about that maybe it really was just me needing control.
I know it's toxic but I'm not even afraid, ashamed? yes, but not afraid - I'm excited to have something to call my own, to have a new personal project ro work on and that's why i know this time it's probably going to get really bad.
I just hope I can get what I want and what I need - I'm praying the two can co-exist for once in my fucking life.
I find it so funny that after my early teen "glow up" I get called "pretty" and "cute" almost daily knowing FULL well these same people would have seen me as a boy/girl monstrosity when I was younger
Really makes your think (that murder may be justifiable sometimes)
Anytime I get depressed my first instinct isn't suicide anymore, it's to check what's going on in the world of astrology - idk what that says about me but I'm guessing it's improvement