why don't I deserve to have accepting parents, what did I do wrong, why do my friends get accepted as trans by their families and I don't, why do my girlfriends parents accept her but mine don't, what do I need to do to be seen as a boy.
am I not masculine enough? am I not boy enough? do I act wrong? talk wrong? like the wrong things? why am I not a boy?
It was this one, it's ass. I was 14 years old. I'm not exactly sure what I was thinking. How is anyone supposed to bounce off this comment? It's not endearing, a careless dog happens a billion times a day. What a small ignorant fool I was back then. Also fuck me for using the word 'phased' like it's cool. I'm not cool, you fucking idiot.
Started doing LSD and fuck me. I didn't realise how many bottled up emotions I have. Being able to do this with my partner and first off trust them but to be able to open up about things and talk about mental health issues is such a relief, and they do the same too. I could sit and listen to her talk for days. We did LSD and MDMA on NYE and smoked a shit ton of weed and we ended up cuddled on the sofa in our matching jack skellington oodies his mum got us and just talking about old memories, our families and friends and each other. The shapes and colours that come with psychedelics are ace but no one ever talks about the actual high. It's fantastic. I cried the first time I did acid and so did they. Not because we were upset but because we finally got to release shit and talk about things that have effected us in the past. I cried over my boss sending me a message about supporting me being transgender and I complimented her to the point that he started crying. We laughed so hard on NYE we both ended up with tears streaming down our faces and then zoned back in to the TV and remembered we were watching the amazing world of gumball (watch this on lsd its fantastic) and just lost our shit laughing. We sat in am empty carpark in the shelter and talked and smoked cigs and listened to the rain for an hour and it felt like 5 minutes. I really really do love him
Started having really graphic nightmares about how my ex SA me and I'm sleeping a maximum of 6 hours a night and haven't slept more than 6 hours since she did it which wasssss just over 2 months ago. Most nights I'm getting about 3 hours sleep and it's driving me insane. I'm physically exhausted and mentally drained too. I don't give 2 flying fucks about the fact that I dumped her and my current partner just treats me so well so I don't miss her in the fucking slightest and would smash her head into a glass table if I was given the opportunity but the nightmares are really getting to me mentally and I've relapsed into self harm so many times since then. All of my left arm from my wrist to my elbow has raised scars. I didn't think they'd actually scarred I thought it was just the fact that my skin is naturally mottled but I've compared it to the inside of my right forearm and you can clearly tell which arm is perfectly fine and which arm has these perfectly imperfect white raised lines on it. I just want one good night's sleep. The only time I actually sleep is at my boyfriends house because I most of the time have him cuddled into me, or i get to lie my head on her chest, or I get to big spoon them and I get to be the little spoon too and just knowing that I'm with someone who isn't going to treat me the way she did stops me being scared to sleep because I feel comfortable and safe with him but it doesn't always stop the nightmares and waking up at 6am when we went to sleep at 3am. All I want rn is my boyfriend in my arms and a good night's sleep
I know you’re a lesbian n stuff but I’m a gay man n I figured it was worth a shot. I think you’re attractive and wanted to know if you would ever want to DM and maybe send each other pics?
are you trying to ask me if i want to sext you through the tumblr anonymous feature
The memory issues ADHD causes are some of the scarier and more frustrating parts of living with it - so here’s a set of reaction doodles that all my fellow ADHD peeps are welcome to use whenever anybody decides to comment on your forgetfulness ^