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csevet:
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I’ll cut to reply too because asks cut off so short! In short, though, repasting the link to an amazing/awful Twitter thread by a (brilliant, follow her!) trans woman about how far-reaching the consequences of the political climate are in personally othering and isolating trans people especially.
Well, count me as among the Internet friends that you do have.
And it’s hard. I don’t have any other advice beyond that, as a presumably-older (I’m ancient, you must be younger than me), probably-not-wiser, cis person who may not have anything to tell you anyway– but just as someone who’s struggled with being Not What People Close To Me Assume/Expect, and who’s been not well and just as a fellow person– it’s an unspecific kind of sympathy, really, but if I could use it to cushion some of the rawness of your deal I would, use the dumb shit I’ve survived to maybe bubble-wrap some of the awfulness away, I would.
I don’t know, I just don’t, and I’ve never had the innate capacity to keep a damn secret long enough in my life to ever really not be Out about Anything to Anyone, so I can’t really know how awful it would be to feel like your most intimate relationships are with people who just don’t know something so fundamental. I can only imagine, and the imagining feels Bad.
Not to be trite, but I’m kind of like, envisioning as if the sharing of the Bad could dilute it, somehow, and make it not rest so heavy on you. I wish that were true and I wish I could help. I wish there were a way to know if your SO and your family could imagine it too, could come to understand it. But what a risk, what a frightening pressure–
And I wish we had some kind of mental health support at all in this country/culture, all they ever do is freak out if you mention any kind of whisper of self-harm or even an unformed desire to just not be, they want to do terrible drastic terrifying counterproductive things, or nothing, and there’s basically no in-between.
God, it’s not like you can just imagine yourself better, and it’s not like it’s not a serious chemical problem a lot of the time, but the absolute truth is that a supportive environment can make a world of difference, and that’s something that not only can’t be prescribed, it just can’t be provided at all, and that’s goddamn stupid.
All I have is stupid stories and armloads of goddamn wishes, but I’ll send them all to you in the meantime. Be well.
csevet:
Keep reading
I’ll cut to reply too because asks cut off so short! In short, though, repasting the link to an amazing/awful Twitter thread by a (brilliant, follow her!) trans woman about how far-reaching the consequences of the political climate are in personally othering and isolating trans people especially.
Well, count me as among the Internet friends that you do have.
And it’s hard. I don’t have any other advice beyond that, as a presumably-older (I’m ancient, you must be younger than me), probably-not-wiser, cis person who may not have anything to tell you anyway– but just as someone who’s struggled with being Not What People Close To Me Assume/Expect, and who’s been not well and just as a fellow person– it’s an unspecific kind of sympathy, really, but if I could use it to cushion some of the rawness of your deal I would, use the dumb shit I’ve survived to maybe bubble-wrap some of the awfulness away, I would.
I don’t know, I just don’t, and I’ve never had the innate capacity to keep a damn secret long enough in my life to ever really not be Out about Anything to Anyone, so I can’t really know how awful it would be to feel like your most intimate relationships are with people who just don’t know something so fundamental. I can only imagine, and the imagining feels Bad.
Not to be trite, but I’m kind of like, envisioning as if the sharing of the Bad could dilute it, somehow, and make it not rest so heavy on you. I wish that were true and I wish I could help. I wish there were a way to know if your SO and your family could imagine it too, could come to understand it. But what a risk, what a frightening pressure–
And I wish we had some kind of mental health support at all in this country/culture, all they ever do is freak out if you mention any kind of whisper of self-harm or even an unformed desire to just not be, they want to do terrible drastic terrifying counterproductive things, or nothing, and there’s basically no in-between.
God, it’s not like you can just imagine yourself better, and it’s not like it’s not a serious chemical problem a lot of the time, but the absolute truth is that a supportive environment can make a world of difference, and that’s something that not only can’t be prescribed, it just can’t be provided at all, and that’s goddamn stupid.
All I have is stupid stories and armloads of goddamn wishes, but I’ll send them all to you in the meantime. Be well.
