abled bodied people also need to understand that, for physically disabled people resting isn't "free time" that you can use up with assigning us tasks or duties because you're busy. it's an essential part of managing disability and some of us have a hard limit that we're avoiding by having days where we do nothing.
imagine how cool it would be if plurality had the visual effects it's dramatized to have in fiction. like if your body's eye colors would change as you came on and off of front. that would be wicked
"teens are prone to tantrums and are emotionally unstable" - okay, yeah, puberty is real, and emotional regulation is a difficult skill to learn. but also. any adult person would be pissed if their opinions were disregarded, they had no say in what happens to them, their emotions and feelings were downplayed and their privacy were intruded on.
Doctors are like: ughhhhh. You're confusing. Come back if you die
Bumblepurr ππββ¬π€
This little floof companion, half cat and half bee, is ready to bring warmth and joy to your life! Unlike my other plushies, this one is ready to fly to you (just in time for Christmas). But watch outβthere are only 1,000 available.
Bumblepurr is soft, cuddly, and full of purrfect love. And if youβd like to give one a home (or gift it to someone special), check the link on my profile.
Thank you, as always, for your love and support. π
If you're a system, maybe you need to hear these words, to know you're not alone. It's a vent, but a struggle I think is common among us but never spoken on.
I don't like thinking about the past because it forces me to think about the ghosts of myself immortalized forever in my soul but not here to live the life they fought for. I don't like thinking about the past because I see their faces, hear their voices, whispy and distorted, the faces of those of us who lived those nightmares. Who died in the battle for us to become who we are today. Those who fought for our future but never came back. Left to rot alone in the depths of our mind and soul, forever reliving the nightmares they fought for us to make it here.
To other systems out there, if you feel like this you're not alone. Don't feel guilty for surviving, for being here when they aren't. You're not stealing, you're not taking their life from them, you're living the life they fought for you to have. They died for you, not because of you. You are not guilty, it's the people and places that hurt you, they are at fault.
- Kali, from all of us.
I know nobody sees these posts, but I thought I'd post this anyway. My system and I are working on a data compendium of all things Complex Dissociative Disorders. This includes studies, diagnostic criteria, lived experiences of people with said disorders, and generally any information that would help clinicians and the general public to understand these disorders. If there's a study, book, or other reputable source of information that you would recommend we include data from or link, please send it our way. -Phantom
βWhat if by feeling and expressing my emotions I was actually being manipulativeβ - the transfem motto
future archaeologists will know you were (not) a boy
*minecraft eating noise*
We need to have places like bars where instead of only 18+ year olds allowed in itβs ONLY people who had fucked up childhoods so we can joke about it without running into a surprise normal who gets all sad and weird