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queer-ecopunk · 5 months
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So, I'm trans. And several years ago, I was at my great grandfather's funeral. 17, newly on T, barely out to anyone other than my close friends and family. And I'm standing there at the refreshment's table, surrounded by strangers and members of my family's church, when George walks up to me.
This man is ancient, bent like a finger and frail. Tufts of white hair surround his wrinkled face. Like always, he's wearing thick glasses, massive hearing aids, and his veteran's hat. George was my first introduction to the concept of war, when he told me as a child why he was missing two fingers on his hand. He's been a fixture at church since I can remember. I've only ever seen him at there or in uniform at parades, the rest of his time spent in a nursing home somewhere. He picks up a deviled egg and says, in his quiet voice,
"You know, before your grandfather died, he told me that now he had 3 grandsons."
I'm frozen in place. I don't know what to say to that, if I should say anything at all. This is not a conversation I expected to have, especially not with this man. But he continues.
"I didn't know what he meant! So he explained it to me."
And I can imagine it. My great grandfather, uninformed and opinionated but supportive, explaining to his friend the news he barely understood himself over after-service coffee and cookies. His eldest grandchild was now a boy.
"And, you know, I didn't know what to think."
Here, George looks me up and down. This 90-something year old war veteran, who knew me mostly as the little girl playing in the church kitchen with his wife, processing what my great grandfather had really meant. It feels like a long pause, even thought it probably passed in a second.
"But you look good. So, eh!"
And then he smiled, shrugged, and walked away without another word. If I was fine, if I was happier, then that's all that mattered.
George passed away this week, at the age of 99. This memory has been bouncing around in my head for a while, but I wasn't sure if or how I should share it. It was a conversation that meant very little, but also meant the world. It was scary, and funny, and the moment when I realized that sometimes the people you least expect will accept you. Sometimes, even if they don't fully understand, even if they barely know you, someone will choose to support you. And that will always matter.
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ksjanes · 4 months
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Walked along this river. It reminded me of how nature finds a way and maybe we can. We all experience situations that are difficult. That seem impossible to get around. Maybe we can see them as only a small part of all that waits for us. We experience, learn and move with all parts of this ever changing life. Can you find appreciation for not just the comfortable but also the difficult?
K.S. Janes
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Susan Dickinson (editor) - Ghostly Experiences - Armada/Lions - 1973
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prokopetz · 1 year
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Maybe that post is describing a weirdly specific experience. Maybe it's actually a common experience and you just never leave your house. Honestly, who's to say?
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When I was still fairly early in transition- less than a year on hormones, never passing, feeling like top surgery would never attainable- I went to a trans support group. There were a few older trans people there who ran the group and/or continued to come to support those of us who were struggling. When it was my turn, I just broke down: it felt like everything was falling apart, I had no support from the people in my life, I didn't know how or if I'd ever get surgery or if I'd ever pass, and how I was so scared that things would never get better. And I will never forget what this older trans man said to me. He told me: yes, it is really hard right now. Transitioning is hard and scary and that he's proud of me for even getting this far. Then he said: "but someday you're going to wake up and your problems will just be problems. They won't be trans problems anymore." At the time, I couldn't really imagine my problems ever being unrelated to my transness. But here I am. Almost 7 years later. And I don't know when it happened, but my problems really are just problems. I worry about bills and what I'm cooking for dinner and trying to be the best partner I can.
And now that Im here, I wanted to pass along his message. So, to all the other trans people just starting your journey: hang on. I know it's hard. But you'll get there. Just keep taking it day by day and one day you'll be on the otherside. Someday, you'll just have problems like everyone else.
Having older trans and queer people in your life is amazing. I'm glad you had that support when you are younger, and I'm happy you made it this far.
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vexcor · 2 years
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You know, I've seen so many prompts and fics that involve Danny looking uncanningly similar to the waynes despite not being related, that the batfam themselves believe he's some sort of clone.
But I've actually never seen the same prompt done with Superman, of all people.
I mean, come on, black hair, weird blue eyes that glow a bit too much. Let's not forget the basic powers.
So first would be Clark spotting Danny somewhere in public and going "Wow a teenage version of me". He goes to walk on with his day but backpedals mentally.
Realization "Wait a teenage version of me?"
The second thing that comes to my mind is that Clark somehow spots Danny breathing cold mist onto a hot drink to cool it down. Hijinks ensue after that.
Super strength? Check
Laser eyes and laser hands (do we count that Danny can shoot lasers from his butt? Yes? Ok)? Check
Clark would probably think he's a meta at first, but then add the menagerie of powers and the idea that the kid might be a kryptonian on some level start to creep into his mind.
Until he sees the powers that Kryptonians don't have.
Invisibility?
Density Shifting? (Intangibility, but potato potatoe)
Minor Shapeshifting?
So he recaps.
Kid he doesn't know looks like a younger version of him that is going through a teenage phase.
Kid has most powers Clark has and some he does not have.
The weird color inverting transformation.
Que mental math gone wrong resulting in:
"Oh this kid is obviously some sort of clone that was experimented on to get more powers"
Who knows? Maybe Clark has the kid on careful watch and surveillance until a JL meeting where everyone catches up and he probably goes.
"Oh yeah I've been seeing this kid that looks like me and I think he might be a clone but also he may have martian DNA because he has powers I don't have and-"
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yeesiine · 7 days
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I love new experiences, let's go somewhere, let's do something... let's try this...
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Teach me. Give me new experiences.
Six Sexy Words
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macgyvermedical · 2 months
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Inpatient Mental Healthcare
This was a request from someone (actually 2 someones) who requested not to be named.
What is it like when you go to a hospital for a psych problem?
In the emergency department:
The first place most people go for a psych problem is the emergency department. The only thing they determine here is whether or not you are a threat to yourself (actively or via an inability to take care of or protect yourself) or someone else. The person that makes this determination is a psychiatrist. Depending on when you come in and how many other people also need the psychiatrist, it may take a long time for them to come see you.
Until that time, the goal of the emergency department is to keep you safe. This usually looks like either putting you in a specific room that has no cords or sharp objects, or putting you in a room with a "patient companion" or "sitter".
A patient companion is usually a nursing assistant. They are not trained to counsel you or provide any psych care. They are simply there to make sure you do not hurt yourself (and provide nursing-assistant-level care if you need it. This is help cleaning yourself, going to the bathroom, or dressing yourself). From this point on, you will not be alone, even in the bathroom. This is to keep you safe, even if it is at the expense of some privacy.
From this point on, the hospital is also responsible for keeping you and everyone around you safe. If you threaten another person in the hospital, such as staff or visitors, the police or hospital security will be called. You will also be offered medication to help you calm down. If you do not take it, but continue to threaten, you will likely be given the medication involuntarily.
Once you see a psychiatrist and they determine you need inpatient care, they will ask you to sign a "voluntary form" (called different things at different places). This basically says you are voluntarily admitting yourself to a psych facility until a psychiatrist says you are fit to leave. Understand this. You cannot decide to leave tomorrow once you sign the form. You will have to wait for a psychiatrist to clear you to leave.
If you don't sign the form, but you have said you have a plan to die or hurt someone else, or are deemed incapable of taking care of or protecting yourself from harm, they can write an emergency order to admit you for 72 hours to further evaluate you and see if you need additional inpatient care.
In a standard hospital:
Once an admission order is in place (voluntary or not) If you have medical needs (say, you made an attempt on your life already and need medical care for any injuries, or if you just have a serious medical problem on top of your psych problem) you will go to a standard hospital floor with a patient companion. You may also be admitted to a standard hospital floor if there are no beds available in psych.
In this location, you will see a psychiatrist at least daily to work out which meds are best for your condition, and to re-evaluate your mental health status.
The unfortunate part about this is that you do not get the benefit of group therapy or educational activities directed at psych patients. You also do not get the perspectives of other psych patients that you would in a psych facility. This is usually just to keep you safe until you can go to a psych facility.
In a psych facility:
If you are medically cleared and okay to go to a psych facility, you will be transported there by ambulance (if it's in a different building). Yes, even if the building is across the street. You will be given a room or a bed (depending on how the facility is set up). You will be read the rules of the floor. Your belongings (including phones and wallets) will be locked so they cannot be stolen or used to hurt someone. You may have access to things like clothing or shampoo if you brought it, while other facilities may insist that you wear their clothing and use their toiletries.
A psych floor is usually set up as a relatively free space like a day room, a hall of rooms or dorms, then a couple meeting rooms for counseling, and classrooms. Furniture in psych facilities is either too heavy to pick up or else bolted to the floor. Doors that lead off the floor are locked in both directions.
Days are structured differently at different facilities. Usually this is something like breakfast at a set time, then time to clean yourself up for the day, then group therapy, then a break, then an educational session, then lunch, then free time, then a meeting with your psychiatrist, then a meeting with a counselor, then dinner, then free time. Generally, unit phones and TVs are turned off during activities like group time or educational sessions to encourage people to attend.
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wolfislost · 1 year
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Does anyone else notice specific people in their lives having a specific scent? Or being able to identify people's belongings based on who they smell like? Is this a thing that others experience or not?
For example my gran has a sweet, rich scent like dates or figs - and her stuff smells like that too. But my best friend has a much more subdued kind of sweetness, closer to something floral and overall lighter.
Is this a common experience?
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queer-ecopunk · 2 months
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Was chatting and joking around tonight with the lady in front of me at the supermarket as she rung up 3 carts of groceries. Ended up being $700 of stuff.
As she's paying she says something like, "I have never bought this much stuff. Usually I get like how much you have in your basket. How much do you think that is?" And I'm like, "idk, $40?"
And she's like, "I'll pay it." and hands me two twenties. Apparently she won the lottery.
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mastermindrules · 30 days
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How she remembers..... Memories can be so complex, yet so truthful.
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wayti-blog · 4 months
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The only person who is spiritually smart is the one who has learned how to learn, unlearn, and change directions instantly, and start all over again, if your soul calls for it.
Michelle Casto
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Sometimes I feel left out of transgender conversations since I'm non-binary. I can't relate to the euphoria of being seen as your chosen gender. I can't "pass" the same way binary trans folk do. I feel bad because it seems selfish and like I'm trying to make everything about me, but... Idk. Being nonbinary is weird. I kinda wish I was either cis or normal trans so I could just pick one.
For what its worth, you are still a very valid trans person and you are not selfish for not being able to relate to binary trans people., i understand how being nonbinary can be harder than being binary trans, since its a lot more vague of a thing.
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pixiecaps · 10 months
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thx qsmp admins for listening the players complaints and fixing the mistake. they are the best fr
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