Am I Faking It?

I have chronic migraines. I got diagnosed when I was probably around 13 or 14, but I’ve never felt like I could call myself disabled or claim identity with the chronic illness/pain communities. It’s not that I feel put off by those labels– I’ve done plenty of introspection on that, to make sure that the reason I didn’t feel comfortable with those labels wasn’t because of some subconscious bias. Rather, I feel like my migraines just aren’t bad enough, don’t affect my life severely enough to “count.” I feel like claiming those labels would be exaggerating, or speaking over someone who “fits” better than I do. 

Which is stupid, by the way. I essentially live my daily life with a near-constant headache clocking in between 1-4 on the pain scale, with occasional spikes to higher levels. When it escalates to a migraine, I get nauseous and can’t eat or drink for a day or more, until it goes away. Before a migraine hits, I often get visual aura, which looks like TV static taking up most of my vision. During a migraine, I become extremely sensitive to sounds and smells, and I get so photosensitive that, especially combined with the visual disturbances, I can become effectively blind for several hours. Depending on weather patterns, stress, and other situational factors, I average between 3-10 true migraine episodes per month, with other severe headaches in between for spice. This has impacted my academics, my work life, my social life, my mental and physical health and development, etc. Everything. Like, what part of that experience doesn’t sound disabling??? And yet, I struggle to feel justified in identifying as such.

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Who is she???? No really, I’m asking

As an afab nonbinary person who feels most comfortable dressing in “feminine” clothes, I am often misgendered by others. I don’t really mind being perceived as a girl by strangers, personally– I am lucky enough to not experience dysphoria, but I do still want to be visibly genderweird so that other queer people know I’m friend shaped. That doesn’t mean I like being misgendered though, obviously. Like everyone still has to use they/them pronouns for me, but I can’t beam that into strangers’ brains telepathically (yet) so it is what it is. 

If you were curious, a few of my favorite ways to describe my gender are “girl adjacent,” “girly girl but there’s something definitely wrong with me,” and “oh you know, just, like, the color pink.” One could accurately say that I have a relationship with girlhood in the same way that the toons in Roger Rabbit have a relationship with the laws of physics. That is, it’s only there when it’s fun or funny– which brings us, finally, to the real topic of this blog post. I misgender myself a lot for the purpose of comedy, and I am definitely not the only trans person I know who does this. And oh boy is it funny. Cis people just can’t be on our level, sorry. 

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The Worst Hookup I’ve Ever Had (clickbait)

A screencap from Phineas & Ferb. Dr. Doofenshmirtz is pictured surrounded by robots and staring down a sock puppet of a dog. The captions have been altered to say "If I had a nickel for every time a hookup made situationally inappropriate comments about my body while I rejected them, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice."
The Phineas & Ferb Dr Doofenshmirtz “two nickels” meme. The text has been altered to say “If I had a nickel for every time a hookup made situationally inappropriate comments about my body while I rejected them, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.”

Okay, so this isn’t actually about the hookup itself. Sorry about the clickbait, but I promise nothing too terribly interesting happened anyway. It’s about what happened after– not immediately after the act, but the part where I reject them and find a nice neutral way to say “yeah the sex was fine, I’m not super interested in continuing tho” and move on with my life. I would have titled this the worst breakup but it wasn’t really a breakup, it was just uncomfortable.

Anyway, last November I hooked up with a person, we had a short lived friends with benefits arrangement (what a stupid term, friend with benefits… but I digress) and then I accidentally-on-purpose ghosted them because they got clingy and I was not interested in a relationship with them. (I usually communicate with people clearly instead of ghosting, we ARE trying to heal after all. This situation was unique, I said I needed time/space and then I honestly forgot that something needed to be said. Oops.) Well, by the time I actually talked to them again, they asked if I was ready to date yet and I finally just said I wasn’t interested, at which point they found it appropriate to say “fucked around and caught feelings…p*ssy too bomb! haha” and a few more vague references to the hooking up throughout the conversation WHILE I was actively rejecting them (i cannot make this up, if i still had the screenshots i’d post them here.) I don’t remember the specifics of the conversation but that one line is BURNED into my brain because. Wow. I cannot believe it needs to be said but don’t talk about my body while I’m rejecting you? 

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Feisty Little Bitch: an inside look at embodiment and anger management

[tw: description of tense family relationship, intense anger, and family fights]

If I had to pick one thing to resent my parents for, it would be the inherited anger issues. Well, that and leaving me the responsibility of being the only member of the family to actually work on those issues. 

For those who didn’t know me before college, I’d been known to have a short fuse, one hell of a temper, a mean streak, and a distinct lack of filter once I got going. In short, I had a reputation as a feisty little bitch. (And worse behind my back, I’m sure– this one is tame, almost fun.) At college, I’m a lot calmer. It’s an environment removed from my parents and brother where I can actually practice anger management techniques without someone doing their damnedest to escalate anyway, away from the three people on Earth who know how to get under my skin better than anything else. 

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