Don't you hate it when you discover that something that you've been obsessing over is one big, canonically enby-representation game, but then you figure out that the game Devs themselves, nor does half the fucking fandom, care about it enough to be consistent or even bother in the first place to respect the nonbinary representation that is confirmed as cannon. And so you, as a person on the nonbinary spec. have to just deal with it, and feel if you go like "oh actually, this character might look like a she/he but they're actually a they" all the time that you'll be seen as annoying? No? Kk, that's grand.
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So this chick has been on-and-off again stalking me since high school. I could go into paragraphs of detail (I was about to), but no one wants to read all of that. Suffice to say, I guess she’s had some kind of crush on me for about 15-20 years or so (why??), and every few years it seems she pops up somewhere contacting me to try to persuade me to give her a chance. I should mention we never talked in high school, I actively avoided her, told her I didn’t like her, etc. nothing doing.
Anyway, somehow she’s been on one of my social media pages and saw I was having a hard time lately, so she found my phone number (what?? I hate that you can just find that online) and texted me out of the blue yesterday. Usual protocol is ignore and block so I don’t piss off an unstable person, but they decided to be gross, so
I wasn’t planning on posting anything about this before. If they were creeping around on my pages, mentioning it would only feed into them. Maybe. I don’t know. But this just kind of made me really uncomfortable and their response was shitty. I could have been a lot meaner. I wanted to be. But whatever, that wouldn’t have helped. So I just blocked them and hope that this time it sticks. If they see this, then hey… not cool.
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out of curiosity where'd you go/what did you have to do to get your T prescription? we're the same age but I have no idea where to go or what to do! :')
okay so. the way I got it might be different from yours bc of where I live. I'm from Scandinavia and started the process of pursuing medical transition around 5 years ago. I have no idea how things work outside of my own country sorry 😔
The first thing I did was talk to my GP who then referred me to a psychiatrist who I talked to for roughly 5-6 months. I believe I received a diagnosis of Gender Incongruence but idk if that's still required bc again. That was 5 years ago.
From surface level research it seems that it's still a diagnosis but doesn't mention anywhere if it's still required. so. shrugs. My psychiatrist then referred me to the only clinic in the country who helps you with this kind of stuff (there is one alternative you can use if you have a postal adress in the capital, which I don't) And then I had meetings with a professional there twice a year (if I was lucky the waiting lists are loong. but on average it should be twice a year) until I turned 18.
When I turned 18 I was transferred from the kids unit to the one for adults. Then I had to have a conversation with Two More psychiatrists (with a half year gap in-between yes still only biyearly meetings) who would then discern if I was ready and prepared for medical transition (though sometimes it felt like they were testing if I was "trans enough" lmao) and then after that they finally referred me to an endocrinologist, who I met with to discuss the side effects and risks of testosterone. and then I got my prescription.
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i don't rlly vent, mostly bc i dont want to bother my friends and mutuals w my irl problems, but man. i have to now bc today was not a good day.
so, we have an exhibition tomorrow at my college, some of my work was selected to be put up, and we had to come in earlier today and prep everything up bc why not make the students do all the fucking preparations for exhibition, right? well, my day started by me running around the whole city, printing out my stuff which was selected by our professor AND hurriedly write up an "artist statement", for some goddamn reason. that alr overwhelmed me enough but then, when i got to college (i was one goddamn hour late bc i was printing my stuff, btw), i realized that the prints WERE INVERTED, because I PUT THEM IN WRONG FUCKING COLOR MODE. that p much threw me in a panic attack :) my adhd kicked in, i was lost, confused and overwhelmed by all of this - didn't help that there were loud noises and ppl talking over each other - so much so that my friends insta noticed and were like 'oh shit, she's going thru a mental breakdown' :')
i was lucky enough that said college friends insta dropped everything and helped me put my stuff up bc i just, could not do it in the state i was in. that, and the professor...didnt seem to give a shit, but still...jesus fucking christ, this bitch was going through it. i felt bad later on, when i finally calmed down, that my friends had to p much do my work, but they told me not to worry abt it and just let them help me, which made me so grateful :') yall, if my homies weren't there, i would've ripped everything off and cry in a corner, p much
tldr; why do colleges love to destroy their students' mental state?
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