Wendy_Pleakley [he/him, they/them]

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Cake day: July 29th, 2024

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  • I mean, not with this.

    I can ask someone to move their car if it’s blocking me in. I can ask someone how they are. I can ask someone if something they said is really true.

    But, like, what I need from other people? I don’t know what I need from other people. People aren’t consistent, so how does one depend on them? How can you establish needs when the people you need ghost you or misunderstand you?

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    Asking someone, “Can you help me navigate my gender dysphoria?” or “Can you always reassure me and I always reassure you?” or “Can you be my Gender Friend?” feels different than that, though. Maybe it’s the neurodivergence but I’m really caught up over at what point I’m burdening others by simply recounting things that have happened. I get so many mixed messages everywhere I go and nobody actively encourages me to speak my mind.

    So I stay quiet. It feels like I’d only be speaking up to say “I’m queer and you need to stop not texting me”, because that’s what I’d be doing. I don’t know how to give myself that, or if that’s anything to want at all.

    I’m not trying to defend my thoughts, I’m trying to understand why I keep hitting dead ends. Idk I know I’m a mess








  • external motivation, not understanding

    Idk. For me it’s a practical thing of feeling no motivation to transition because nobody is actively helping me? Like am I just supposed to do this?

    I apparently fooled everyone into thinking I’m a sad straight male who gave up on his life 4 years ago. I wish I could do anything on purpose as well as I’ve done that on accident.

    The fact that nobody in my life suspected that I was queer or autistic or struggled at all feels like an indictment of my ability to communicate and build relationships. It feels like my support system lost track of me. That’s where the shame comes from. The fact that nobody checks in on me is a sign that they’ve given up, it’s certainly not a sign that they’re still here.

    A lot of times I feel like a Muppet that needs a human character to be their straight person, ground them in reality. I’m being forced to imply and discover a LOT of information that I’d rather simply be told by someone I can trust. It’s tiring. :::








  • But for real, how are you supposed to do stuff when everything causes you to freak out and need somebody? I’ve gone so long without someone to confide in that the need washes over me instantly.

    People always say I’m hard to help, that I don’t accept help. But now that I’m in complete atrophy, I can’t move forward in my life, and the doors are wide open, people are even less willing to help. I thought people would rise to an opportunity to answer the call of a friend in need but truly idk anymore

    Or maybe everyone but me has the answer. It seems like it many days