I stopped talking with most of my family. They’re not evil. They clearly care, but can’t help but put you down.
It’s ingrained in me. My reactions and thoughts feel poisoned. I catch their thoughts in my head and take a moment to reset.
Sometimes, I feel like I can’t laugh because it sounds too much like them. I feel dumb or unproductive when experiencing comfort or joy.
Obviously, this isn’t inherently a trans issue as I’m not transgender, but I sympathize. The gap in my case is religion, but not really because the issues go deeper than that.
I think people brave enough to decide who they want to be will always encounter resistance from people who are bitter from a lifetime of obedience to imaginary social constraints. It’s invalidating to them for you to be happy and also yourself.
you see the reasons to dislike your parents more clearly than anyone. and you look past the reasons to love your parents. i can’t say whether your parents are any good, on the whole. but their laughs, far from being detestable, are wonderful, adorable, like rain in a drought. the ways you resemble them can be beautiful too, regardless of their flaws
I stopped talking with most of my family. They’re not evil. They clearly care, but can’t help but put you down.
It’s ingrained in me. My reactions and thoughts feel poisoned. I catch their thoughts in my head and take a moment to reset.
Sometimes, I feel like I can’t laugh because it sounds too much like them. I feel dumb or unproductive when experiencing comfort or joy.
Obviously, this isn’t inherently a trans issue as I’m not transgender, but I sympathize. The gap in my case is religion, but not really because the issues go deeper than that.
I think people brave enough to decide who they want to be will always encounter resistance from people who are bitter from a lifetime of obedience to imaginary social constraints. It’s invalidating to them for you to be happy and also yourself.
you see the reasons to dislike your parents more clearly than anyone. and you look past the reasons to love your parents. i can’t say whether your parents are any good, on the whole. but their laughs, far from being detestable, are wonderful, adorable, like rain in a drought. the ways you resemble them can be beautiful too, regardless of their flaws
Better you make their laughter your own than let them prevent you from laughing.