My parents made it absolutely clear that my role as their youngest daughter was to be a proper feminine being. That's why I had long hair. "Girls have long hair." The clothing issue was taken care of by poverty and my being seven years younger than my sister Lee. Her stuff plain old didn't fit. That left my brothers' clothing. Suited me just fine. Deportment-wise, I was forever being hounded to "walk like a lady," "sit like a lady," and so forth.
if you're not. Do you enjoy Russian Roulette? Using your child, of course.
So think carefully, WHY would you want to blight your child's life, Why would you want them to feel despondent and hopeless, so you can have a "proper" son or daughter who only behaves and thinks in your approved manner? How'd you like to exist under the Thought Police?
In your opinion, what is the worst rock band in history and why do you think they gained a large following?
You can use me as a Case Study.
I chose Or Else, and would wander into parent's bedroom nightly and contemplate her basket of sedatives, bottles of sleeping pills and Valium that she used to cope with her own shit. When not actively contemplating death, I wrote and read, always alone.
For me, as a pre-teen, there was zero information.
What is the cost of implementing synchronized traffic lights in a mid-sized city?
Gender identity belongs to the person who expresses it, as surely as eye color, hair color, height. You can deny its expression but there is a price that gets paid and it's a severe one.
So "what happens if a parent refuses to allow their child to be who they really are?" You get a person like me, if you're lucky. Or a 💀 child, like Leelah Acorn, https://time.com/3655718/leelah-alcorn-suicide-transgender-therapy/
Past puberty, life became unpleasant. I heard my parent say hateful things about a Butch/femme couple living next door. "There goes that woman who thinks she a man!" was hissed contemptuously. I filed that away in the Not Safe To Be Me category in my mind. Kids at school were even uglier. My nickname among them was Sasquatch, for my great size and silent demeanor. In high school I spent most of my time alone in the library (that's where I encountered the writings of Thomas Merton, mentioned earlier today), never talking, never dating, barely scraping by academically. Parent dragged me to an unethical therapist, who attempted to bully me into being more feminine. I soon discerned neither this person nor my parent actually gave a fat flying fuck about anything except my performance, academic and otherwise. They wanted my misery shut right down, period. Comply or else.
Hi everybody! I have been looking at posts on narcs and narc abuse on here and if has really helped me out a lot. I am currently struggling with my situation and need some advice/support.
I met a narc last year, everything seemed to good to be true. Love bombing, always texting calling and taking me on dates. Everything changed when someone warned me about him out in public in front of him and who he is. This caused a conflict with us and the love bombing seized.
he would tell me that everything is okay and i can come and talk. He would set a time limit on me and kick me out after that.
he would then text me like everything was fine and we hung out again and after that he completely ghosted me for one week. He came back and texted me a week later laughing about the ghosting and acting like nothing had happened.
he continued to text me ( not like in the beginning) make plans with me, then on the day of the plans he would just ghost me. One day he would act interested the next silence.
i contacted him a month later and he acted like nothing happened. He was on a vacation and sent me a picture of another woman ( someone he allegedly met on the trip) to strike a reaction but i never gave him one. After the trip he came to my place and was extremely rude, accusing me of going on dates with a bunch of men. The next day he accused me of being an alcoholic and that he wanted nothing to do with me but said well maybe we can be "friends" then ghosted me
i assumed at this point it was over and i would never hear from him again. He contacted me on the holiday a month later acting like everything was great. We ended up hanging out a month or so later and when we hung out it went well, i thought things were going in the right direction.
after we hung out.. silence. I would try to text him and if he replied it would be very short then he just stopped replying. He ghosted me for almost three months. I thought he was done this time and of course he popped up again like nothing happened. At this point i was getting sick of if so i questioned him as to why he dissapeared and always does this. Of course he had some sob story about a injury and family member dying of cancer. I felt pity for him and he gave me an apology.. so i took him back stupidly.
things seemed to be going smooth for a couple months, of course until his family member died and his injury got better he never contacted me and was distant. Menawhile, i was there for him during the difficult time for him. He lied to me about the funeral and never wanted to chat. I was chasing him and he would always claim nothing was wrong but when i said i thought he used me when he was down he could not handle it and would always tell me he didnt care and to go away. I would get so upset i would try texting him to work it out he would barelt respond and if he did he would not be nice about it.
we did hang out a couple times after that, he would ignore me after. One day i was like hey i think you are seeing someone else, and i was like well ixam seeing someone so no problem if you are he said " buy bye good luck with your new guy stop contacting me" i was devastated and tried to get into contact with him for weeks then i just gave up and accepted it was over. He ended up contacting me a month later acting like everything was fine. He wanted to go out and have drinks i told him i would. He and i both seemed to have a great time. He ends up ignoring me again. I kept texting him trying to figure out what was wrong. He kept saying everything was fine and i said ok can we hang out again? He said maybe i was like why? He just kept saying maybe …
our last conversation we had… i said what is wrong ? He said nothing is wrong everything is fine. I asked him why he keeps saying maybe. He said " maybe but i dont want to see you right now" i said why? He saix " im just not feeling it, if i wanted to date i would" i said why did you contact me less then a week ago wanting to go out? He said i didnt.. even though he did. So i said should i just move on or what? He said whatever you want to do. So i said that he was really confusing me and asked him if he had anything more to say before i move on? My messages were turning green so i panicked he blocked me and reacted irrationally. I said " omg did you block me? My messages are not going through. Even texted him on my work phone asking what was up. And called him twice ( please dont judge me i know it is pathetic i never was this type of girl before him) so he replied and said " Ok I'll block you now" then immedietly blocked me. He has never blocked me before since I have met him he will just ghost. Is this ths final discard aka " grand finale? Did i just push him too far?
this has upset me so much its hard to even function.
[1973, on vacation with my grandparents in NH]
Children don't GET HRT, not then and not even now. Only adolescents past Tanner Stage 2 can get medical care, if their parents are humane enough and sagacious enough.
None of it worked. I was a hellion. I shot cap guns, dissected stuff the cat caught, played football with my bros, learned how to box and wrestle, and could wallop a baseball to home run status easily. That was me, that was who I was.
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I've never had a paying job. I married the first person I ever dated. I don't have a college degree, I have scant life experience except as a damned good Nanny, and self-taught naturalist, perhaps. I'm 61 years old. I have lived a blighted life: I'm not stupid by any means, but I'm certainly no success story. I've gotten by through being ornery and cussed beyond belief. I have no idea what old age holds, except that my remaining siblings don't talk to me, and neither does the family I had while married. Their father has erased me and bills his new spouse, former affair partner, as their mother. I took care of them for three decades; I think I deserve better than that.
In the 1970s, information about transgender people, while it existed, was hard to come by. I had a friend from the UK who worked in a hospital and he said that the hospital had a medical library. He researched in the library and the entire process sounded so horrible and daunting that it put him right off it, for years (we were transition siblings, he transitioned finally, in his fifties).
