When it’s time to move on, things always flood the surface - emotions, anxiety, relief. It’s always something that fills the space of what it means to move on.
Boundaries - setting and keeping them - has always been a ritual of moving on for me. When you set a boundary, a real one that removes the issues from your life, it encourages your brain to move on. Not only from the situation but from the person or thing that dragged you there in the first place.
The month of March has been hard for me in the boundary space of my life. I have had to dig my heels in for me and choose my long term happiness versus what would have made other people happy or comfortable. But the issue is and will always be - boundaries can hurt to hold and keep.
The last two months have been some of the most trying emotional times I have had that weren’t related directly to my health. I was hurt in ways I never thought possible by and for people I never thought would have a hand in my tears. Not as purposely or vindictively as my feelings were trashed.
Should I have lashed out? Maybe. Possibly. In the moment it would have made me, and all my friends, feel better. But the exhaustion that comes along with the acceptance that people are hurting you on purpose is kind of unexplainable. It ushers you to the space of giving up a lot easier, I can definitely tell you that.
My reaction now to what has happened and what has been allowed to happen, will be frowned upon as well. But my reaction is that, a reaction to something that has been done to me. And you can’t police people’s reactions so the space I exist in now is one that understands and stands in the light.
If you do, you get done to.
But even if I know that, it doesn’t make it easier to hold my line. I know I don’t deserve half of what happens to me in life, being chronically ill has proven that to me clearly. If you have chosen to bring more pain, more confusion and inject more sadness and pain into my life - I have to learn to make my heart hurt less when I demand a life that doesn’t include that, or you.
In closing, it’s ok to choose you - even when it hurts. That pain exists in the place where the shackles that held you to the abuse for so long have been. Fill that space with things that don’t demand the constant and continuous sacrifice of what you deserve and demand to be happy.
You aren’t asking for much, I promise. It is what anyone in any healthy relationship deserves - don’t let anyone try to convince you otherwise.
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my mum forbade me to say anything to my dad about the top surgery thing, and it's just hit me how funny it would be if i got it done and didn't tell him and just waited for him to notice. i mean, what's he gonna say? "didn't you used to have tits?"
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It's honestly crazy that discussion around testosterone HRT skews so much towards the beginning stages of it (to the point that you have dozens of guys thinking their transition is "failed" if they don't pass by like a year in lol) and what the initial changes of the first couple of months to years look like, like the classic laundry list of those early basic changes like bottom growth, voice drop, etc, when IMO literally none of that compares remotely to the depth and intensity of the long term total masculinization you start to experience like 3-5+ years in.
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I’m actually LOVING how Rick Riordan, and the other writers of the show, took his initial concept of a Percabeth rivalry fueled by that of their parents and kind of turned it on its head?
Now, instead of Annabeth being wary of Percy because he’s a son of Poseidon, he’s wary of her because she made a callous impression on him. They get off to a rocky start even before finding out who Percy’s father is, and when they finally do, Annabeth doesn’t care. Instead of them fighting because of who their parents are, they’re fighting over their own opposed worldviews.
Then, instead of them arguing over which of the gods is cooler and who was right in the story of Medusa, they realize that, just like Medusa, Annabeth is a victim of her mother and that, unlike Medusa, she is a far kinder and stronger person, unwilling to repeat the cycle of hurt. They realize that, like his father, Percy often acts without considering potential consequences and that, unlike his father, he is a far kinder and stronger person, willing to step up for someone he wronged and whom he cares about.
Instead of Percy and Annabeth’s rivalry being focused on that of their parents, it’s focused on who they are, themselves. But the path to friendship is still the same: a realization that they have each other’s backs, no matter what, because they’re not their parents after all.
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DP x DC Prompt #3
Danny was sent to the DC universe to save him from the GIW and the Fenton's by Clockwork
Doesn't know what to do here, but as an Experienced Vigilante:tm: he takes note of all the INexperienced vigilante's causing more danger than they realize.
Danny takes it upon himself to act as a low level villain so he can secretly train these vigilante's to be stronger. One day, a Bigger Villain decides to Fuck Around and Find Out.
All his "enemies" realize Danny could've folded them anytime he wanted when he effortlessly defeats the Big Bad.
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