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shushtheydontknow · 3 years
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I recently came out to my mother's side of the family who are majority conservative christians and it went much better than I expected. Like, they were weirdly supportive. I only got one comment insinuating that I might possibly be going to hell but it came from my aunt and she's dying soon anyway so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Anyway, I'm telling them how shocked I am and that I honestly thought that they'd have more of a problem with it when my grandma is like "Well you know we've been through this before with your uncle Nicky" and I'm like "what" and so it turns out that my uncle Nick was born a Natalie, came out as a boy at 19, and my great grandma proceeded to pay for his top surgery and hormone therapy. In 1974. And I just had to process for a bit because my entire life no one has referred to him as anything other than he/him and his chosen name. I ask why no one ever thought to mention this and they're just like "tbh we forgot. It's been so long that he's been a man" This man is married. He has a wife and three kids. I ask my relatives how they went about having kids, whether through adoption or sperm donor or what and none of them know. Apparently he just told everyone that they were gonna be parents and then one day showed up at my grandma's house with a baby. No questions were asked. Just. He and his wife had a baby now and that was that. Three times. Weeks later when I finally talk to my aunt Sarah (Nick's wife) all she tells me is that neither of them have ever been pregnant and, I quote, "sometimes you just come into children". She phrased it like people use the phrase "come into money". Like children are something that just happens to you. I ask my relatives if any of them had a problem with Nick being trans at the time, saying I'd understand if they had negative feelings about it, as it was the 1970s after all. They were like "nope" and i was just like "you didn't think anything of it?" And my grandfather was like "these things happen" while the other adults nodded sagely. So I guess the moral here is that if my conservative christian relatives could accept my uncle as trans in the 1970s then there really isn't any excuse for anyone. And also my family needs to ask more questions because I'm fairly sure my aunt and uncle stole their kids.
I’m laughing my ass off at that last sentence- But I’m so glad your coming out went well! That’s one heck of a way to find out you have LGBT relatives.
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shushtheydontknow · 3 years
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post the cockroach with the autotuned scat please. i need it
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shushtheydontknow · 3 years
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are you a philosopher
boy im dumb as shit
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shushtheydontknow · 3 years
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY
FUCK. honestly just FUCK. We missed a very important day yesterday.
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shushtheydontknow · 3 years
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PC @redguju
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4.22.21. Columbus, OH
Community support for Ma'khia Bryant has included her neighbors and broader community members, and Ohio State university students who occupied Ohio Union demanding that the university cut ties to local police.
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Police have murdered at least 4 children in the past two weeks.
Anthony Thompson Jr
Petyon Ham
Adam Toledo
Ma'Khia Bryant
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shushtheydontknow · 3 years
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this is the most sophisticated phishing e-mail I have ever received and if they had sized the logo correctly and actually proofread the fucking thing I probably would’ve clicked that button
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shushtheydontknow · 3 years
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BYE BITCH
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shushtheydontknow · 3 years
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i’m seeing a lot of people reblogging suicide hotlines and this is just a reminder that this is a suicide help line that works like a text-based instant messenger for people who may need to talk to someone but have trouble/are uncomfortable making phone calls
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shushtheydontknow · 3 years
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Whenever I do worldbuilding I try to keep this image in mind
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shushtheydontknow · 3 years
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I was naked and for some reason not allowed to put any clothes on (I don’t really remember why) meanwhile everyone around me acted as if it was normal for me to be butt naked at work and ignored it even when I put my boob into their milkshake to get a reaction out of them 
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shushtheydontknow · 3 years
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shushtheydontknow · 3 years
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I think an extremely important part of mental health awareness and intervention is acknowledging that no, help isn't actually always available. Or the "help" that is, isn't actually helpful.
When I was 22 I hit a wall. I called the suicide hotline from my car so my roommates wouldn't hear me crying. I explained that I could barely shower, feed, or dress myself. I needed immediate intervention.
They asked me if they could send an ambulance for me. They wanted to hospitalize me. I explained that I was a week away from finals. And graduation. If I were hospitalized, I couldn't graduate. The inpatient program also didn't allow phones or visitors, and I knew how disastrous it would be for me to lose contact with my family support system.
I didn't need to be hospitalized. I needed daily solutions. Simple ones, even. I needed a few precooked meals in my fridge so I could use my menial energy to keep my body going. I needed a doctor to contact my school and ask if I could have some extensions on my class assignments. I neededna few excused absences so I could catch up on my lost sleep.
They told me there was an intensive program that allowed residents to live in an inpatient care facility and get daily help with tasks like eating, therapy, medication, and showering, while still leaving for work and school, but it cost $30,000. I told them half the reason I was calling them was because of my financial pressures and fear.
In about 10 minutes of back-and-forth, it became clear that they had no true solution for me. I could go into the hospital and an inpatient program which would interrupt my entire life, and which I knew did not create very good results and had traumatized some of my own friends, or, well, I couldn't even go into debt for the other program. They didn't accept any new patients without half of the cost upfront. So it wasn't even an option.
No therapist or psychiatrists or social workers could fit me in for 3-8 weeks.
So I said thank you and hung up, emotionally spent. I felt utterly empty.
Sitting in my car I realized I had a choice, to live or to stop. Nobody was going to save me. Nobody was going to help.
So I went inside, and I cried myself to sleep, and when I woke up I still hadn't made a choice. So then I did. I chose to live no matter how terrible, just in case things turned around down the road.
It was unspeakably difficult. I didn't shower. I barely ate. I either slept too much or not enough.
But I did survive, and a year later I got with a therapist who started to make things a little lighter for me.
I still struggle now, but things are usually much better, and I'm glad I'm still here.
I just think it's important to acknowledge that for many people, especially in rural areas, and for people without money, which is most people, that the "help is always available" line feels hollow. Because often times it isn't, actually.
But that doesn't mean there will never be.
Overall, we need to build an entirely new system for mental health support in this world.
But for now, ask yourself or your friend in crisis what might make things a little more bearable until help actually is available.
A meal? Emailing a professor? Clean laundry? What might make things a little lighter?
I know that on the very brink, things like this may seem totally pointlessnor trivial. But if you can't stop yourself or someone from falling, sometimes the only way to save someone is with a softer landing.
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shushtheydontknow · 3 years
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I’ve been nurturing her lately. Healing her. I’ve cut her hair; I compliment her; I tell her I love her. I feed her good things and give her clean water. I’ve been pushing her to her physical limits and giving her adequate time to rest and relax. I’ve been reading to her, and expanding her knowledge, and sending her good thoughts. I’ve been giving her inspiration and motivation. She is exhaling. She has clarity now and is emancipated from all that once restricted her. She is growing and rearranging herself constantly, yet she has finally found a way to be still through it all.
She is me. I love me. I hope you love you.
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shushtheydontknow · 3 years
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It’s true. I was done w this shit last week 😭
that’s enough emotions for a whole year. ciao
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shushtheydontknow · 3 years
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Have you ever wondered how someone meets Santa? Well, you need to follow a very specific ritual to summon him.
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shushtheydontknow · 3 years
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There’s an artist on Spotify I just found by accident called Idiolectic oh my god 0 monthly listeners 💀💀💀
It sounds kind of dark? In a good way though. Sooort of rap? I really don’t know but I kind of like the sound.
I can’t find anything about them online I’m confused did they not try to promote 😭
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