chewing on drywall thinking about how many people never pursue phalloplasty because of transphobic misinformation about functionality & appearance & the belief that anything less than the Platonic Ideal of Human Penis is completely worthless
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Had a very detailed dream there was some new type of Mayoi-esque bsd game that was stupid popular but also involved real cash prizes and gambling, they had commercials for it. But the commercials were playing messed up and I was watching tv with a couple ppl cuddling with my cat and their new cats (they adopted cats before coming over). And the scroll bar for the text in the ad went by too fast we all misread it as Dazai's $219,000 pussy.
The dream ended in disharmony before my alarm woke me up arguing that Dazai's pussy was not worth $219,000 but what exactly was it worth? Opinions differed. Emotions started to run a bit high.
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yarrow's fun bc he's a doctor bc he wants to help people but then you peel that back a little and the reason he wants to help people is bc he would want others to do the same for him, then you peel that back and realize it's in parts a manifestation of his inability to ask for help in outright as well as feeling like he has to be "worthy" of receiving "good things" (re: outsources his self worth on how much he can help others). so he doesn't ask for the things he wants/wants to see in the world, and instead gives and gives hoping that people will see what he's doing and be inspired to do the same, but he's doesn't communicate this to anyone so he's left perpetually feeling like he's giving more than he receives and that doesn't become an arrogant sort of "i'm better than anyone else" but instead warps into a "i must not be doing enough" that starts the cycle over again. and he's at least semi-aware of this and how it's probably slowly destroying him as well, but doesn't know any other way to be so he just. continues.
guy who asks via actions and not words except nobody knows that so he's constantly left wanting for more. i don't have a conclusion for this i just wanted to talk about them
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Post your diagnosis papers
These were both asked at the same time and have the same thoughtless vibe going on, so I figured I’d put them together.
Thoughts on “endogenetic systems” — Well, most of our genes are inside of us, usually. That is what you mean, right? If you mean endogenic systems, it’s in a big, fat userbox right at the top of my profile.
Diagnosis papers? Okay, bet!!
DISCLAIMER: This is a joke. Yes, this is an actual therapy bill of mine. But I don’t expect this to prove anything — anyone can screenshot a bunch of words on a paper and blur out information. It doesn’t mean anything. Even if I were to fully doxx myself, it could be 100% fabricated. There’s no way to “prove” a diagnosis over the internet like that, and if you think you have the right to ask random people with trauma disorders or really any disorder that, in real life or in person: Why? I know I’m not spreading misinformation or doing anything harmful to the DID community or the perception the average layman has of it. I’m actually devoting my life and career to the treatment of it. What about you? What right do you have? What have you done for any disabled person recently? Have you ever even held a door for a person with an injury?
Also, here’s something really important that people just… Don’t seem to get.
They don’t just give you a piece of paper when they diagnose you with a disorder. You don’t just magically become Mentally Ill Certified.
That’s the stupidest misconception I see around. When you go to the psychiatrist for your depression or anxiety or whatever it is you’ve got, do they just send you out with a big old certificate of diagnosis? No, that’s fucking stupid and pointless. They treat you for the disorder you’ve got, and they put diagnostic codes in your bill so that your insurance will cover your treatment. Otherwise, they can disclose your diagnosis for other reasons needed, but rarely are they actually going to need to. The only time I’ve ever needed it to be disclosed to anyone outside of therapy was very recently, and it was so that the state department of mental health could make sure I was actually diagnosed with the disorder I was saying I had — you know, to be a peer support specialist for related disorders. (I’m currently working on my certification.) Diagnosis is there to help you pursue proper treatment and have that treatment covered by insurance. It means very little.
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I'm dying over the fact that the royal family is so adamantly denying that King C has prostate cancer and is instead refusing to state what kind of cancer he has. Like. We weren't born yesterday, he Obviously has prostate cancer. And my problem isn't that they're denying it. My problem is that they should not have been sharing such personal medical information (several days ago when they said he'd been admitted to hospital over prostate issues) to begin with. Like, period, actually.
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