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Transition of a Mind
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Reblog anything you like. Dee Kay. 32 yo. Married. New to my acceptance of myself and transitioning. You all inspire me so much! Ama. My opinions and pov may not agree with yours and that's a good thing. Unless you're a porn blog. All those get blocked.
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The tumblers going away
But im not. Thanks.
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Ok so follow along
Mid Thursday my wife informs me that shevis moving out and taking the kids and the only car we have. She says she plans on doing this on Saturday. Im completely blindsided by this because we haven't fought or really argued to much. We sleep in the same bed this night and there was even laughter in some of our conversation.
The next morning (friday) Im told shes leaving that adternoon instead and she packs up and leaves. I come home alone to an empty place. Heres the thing though, she has the car. I buy the cheapest bike walmart has and launch into the hours long bike ride only to find my front tire refuses to hold air. So I walk basically across the county because I have no other option. I asked for help from the people I work with and im told no. I dont know anyone else here.
I make it home with blisters after 3am. I make sure im ready to go back to work and I try to get a ride but no one will. I tried to ask at work and no one will. So im stuck at home. I spend my weekend walking all over to get what I need to fix my bike. I time a test ride to make sure i can make it on time to work.
Tuesday comes and I leave at 4am. Its overcast and chilled and pitch black. Theres 900 churches in this little town im in but the spirit must not be catching on because nobody moves left. There are times i can feel their door mirrors whiz past me. My gps decides not to work and im very new to this part of town. I get half way there and I get lost. Lost lost. No fucking clue where I am. I had asked a shop owner for directions to the bike path and he said to follow the train tracks and I cant miss it. I missed it and the tracks left me chasing miles of two lane black top roads that hardly have houses occupying them, much less street signs. Its 8:30 and I cant get a call through so I try my managers cell phone. I leave a voicemail explaining im going to be late and that I have no idea where i am.
A couple hours later and the roads still are leading to more two lane black top. I can see nothing but trees in the distance when im able to get a glimpse of horizon. My brain wants to panick about if i will even make it out to get home. The mager i called texts me asking where i am and why i havent told anyone anything. I text him i called him and left a vm hours ago. I immediately called my service manager. I tell her im lost and she acts like ive just offended her with stupidity. This woman is usually someone I look up to for her caring demeanor. The end of the call finds me still lost and with less help than I had before.
I text my manager with every update can provide. This requires some effort to do because my phone is in my back pack. I finally get my bearings and find I was many miles off course. I finally make it to the bike path and that should be the end of my problems. Just a matter of pedaling for another two hours and ill be at work.
Then my front tire goes flat again. So i walk it up the hills and ride it down them until the front tire comes off the rim. Now i abandon the bike behind a barrier and im walking. Its no long now though and i text my manager this fact. Now, a kind person would have understood the treck id just taken and sent a truck to pick my up. Id have been at work in less than ten minutes if they had. They dont so my walk lasts an hour or so. I have now been traveling non stop for 12 hours.
I get there and wipe down and change clothes. I clock in and my service manager calls me to her office. At first it seems she just wants to be helpful and she is printing off train schedules and directions and all with a very factual and straightforward demeanor.
Then turns away from me to pick up a paper off her desk and with a couple of unnecessary bounces in her chair she turns back towards me smiling while saying "well, I hate to kick ya while yer down". Her demeanor has changed now. She was waiting for this.
She happily explains to me that i am being written up for no call. I make my case and show the evidence and none of that matters.
She then doubles down and began to speak to me in the tone she speaks to her 5 year old in. "If we are late again we will be terminated"
I have just walked literal holes into my feet simply to come work for you lady. You are completely aware of why i find myself walking to work and you are completely aware that this entire thing found itself on my shoulders suddenly and without warning. You could have done so many things differently in this situation but my personal opinion is that you dont believe I have tried any other options. I believe you feel I am doing this out of stupidity and not because I am out of options.
I handed her back her unsigned write up form and I tell her she can keep her job. I get up and I get my things and I leave.
It rains on me as I walk home.
So lets recap...
My wife left me and took the car id just spent my savings to get, I havent seen my kids in days, ive just walked like 300 miles over about a week, I was treated like a stupid child by the only people I really had left, and I quit my job.
I hope your world isnt falling apart.
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Vulnerability
Always hurts
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Prepare
Guys Im going to be a bitter bitch for a while and this is the outlet.
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Beyond liking it
The larger point behind a transgender person dressing according to their correct gender is to be treated as their correct gender. Being transgender is about how one is perceived not what one sees on the mirror. Making a transgender person dress according to their assigned at birth gender causes them to be treated as such.
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How do we teach our kids we will love them unconditionally
While at the same time forcing me into a box of your conception so that I can continue to be attractive to you and not lose the one I love?
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i love my trans mom
[image description: a twitter thread from Laura Jane Grace (@/LauraJaneGrace).
Laura Jane Grace: Have decided that instead of letting my identity be erased by the government I’m going to double down and become twice as transgender
🍑🐼 (@/turtlesaredykes): Got any advice for us genderless nonbinaries?
Laura: Become three times as non binary?
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Not trying to spam you
Im not affiliated with any of those links in any way. Its just crap I thought was cute. So look at them and ooo and aww and stuff cause its cute.
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