Parodying many many different posts I've seen, though saw one earlier today specifically. Also the one I saw earlier today, the original poster was a child. To top it all off. They did apologize to a few people and corrected themselves but did any of these people apologize to them (for completely ignoring the actual point of their post) back ? Nope!

On the one hand, stigma bad and we all know that, you know it and I know it okay. On the other hand, time and place maybe ?

if i could restart life from scratch i would do everything the same. not because i want to but because it's the best i could do (so barely anything)

nothing i hate more than being unable to make myself do anything. I have a friend who struggles with similar issues, but he has enough willpower to do stuff like join a band and go outside regardless. meanwhile i can't do anything unless it's literally life or death or i don't know the consequences

My mother and my father and my friend and my friend and my friend and my friend and my friend and my

I tell someone "hey I'm not doing well I can't respond to vents" AND ITS ONE EAR AND OUT THE OTHER! BECAUSE NOBODY EVER GIVES A SHIT ABOUT THEIR DUMPING GROUNDS!!!!!! But actually it's not their fault, they are innocent. I'm not worth changing for to any of them and it's not their fault that they're completely useless to me. And then when I leave, it's all my fault and I'm evil for it 👍 /sarcasm

Can I not have something nice for once? I want to be friends with her, above everything I love her as a person and I want her to be happy. I am fine with us just being friends but I know that seeing her in a relationship with someone else would kill me. That is the only thing I worry about. I don't want my own jealousy to risk our friendship or her happiness. Kinda lost on what to do about this.

I've had such trouble with friendships before because of my own issues and the one time I feel like I can really trust someone and feel comfortable, this comes up. Usually I can be very transparent with her about how I feel but this is just one of those things, you know? I don't want to be another failed friendship for her either. I like what we have now.

I confronted my parents about me wanting to transition Two Times now. Both of them went horribly and for a time made our relationship incredibly difficult during very delicate times.

Today a couple of things came up when discussing the rise of gang violence among teenagers in my country and she made a couple of points about parenting.

Three particularly struck me:

1- Saying no and setting boundaries is important
2- When a child commits a crime the parent should feel responsible because they raised that person
3- The isolation from the Covid outbreak stunted my development and I’m having weird thoughts I should have had discarded already.

They already made it clear that they don’t see gender dysphoria as a real thing, so they assume it’s just an immature tantrum, but they also said that it’s the equivalent of suicide, because you are killing who you’re supposed to be and because of that they see this as them failing to help me to love myself.

Also they think everyone in the world is a raging transphobes so keeping me from transitioning means saving my life in their eyes, but there are so many examples of succesfull trans people that greatly disprove this rethoric

I just can’t get behind that Line of thoughts though.

Our body is but a shell, a representation of our self, if we refuse to adapt it to who we are on the inside then we will always feel a deep sense of dossociation towards it, because that person in our mirror will never be us.

Deep down they care, I know they do, but our ideals over the body and soul are drastically different.

I want to talk to them more, but it’s a very delicate time. My grandma just lost her husband of a terrible and long illness and is now suffering from a rare form of cancer and it’s taking a lot from my mother.

My father is always struggling with his family, his sisters manipulates their mother into giving her money and he feels responsible for both of their safety after his father passed when I was very little.

This journey of mine, this strange and dangerous journey, scared them just as much as it scares me. They don’t want to lose me, and I don’t want to lose them.

I feel like I have to confront them, but I don’t know if I have the strength to do it

Hopefully these reflections of mine can help with someone else journey as well, and if it will, I hope you’ll manage to obtain the name and body that suit your soul

I’m 17F, about to be 18.

I’ve always been creative and would daydream to music constantly. I loved fan-fiction, escapism, all of that. I genuinely felt the emotions I’d imagine playing out in my head. A lot of them were violent, admittedly. Was a really angsty teenager, and I enjoyed the power fantasy of it all. Same reason people read hero comics.

Now I just.. don’t. I kinda don’t feel anything most of the time. I’ll admit I’m probably depressed, but I was depressed then too. Music has gotten relatively boring to me now, because I just can’t make myself feel the same way anymore.

Nothing really feels that serious at the end of the day. Kinda hard to care about fictional characters plotting out revenge, when I don’t think I even care to hold a grudge against people anymore. I barely get angry anymore. Because it just feels like a waste of energy. Kind of hard to care about fictional relationships, when I don’t know if I’ll ever really love anybody like that ever again. Platonic or romantic.

Kinda developed a “Yeah, life sucks. Nobody cares. Nothing matters.” Kinda attitude. Not in an edgy way, just in a tired cooperate 30-year-old way.

I feel less attached to my friends now, than I did to my friends even a year ago at 16. I knew those people for like 2 weeks, but it felt like hell when the friendship ended. I’ve known these people for two months, and sure I’d be a little sad if they stopped taking to me, but I don’t think it’d feel as devastating. Just.. slightly mournful.

Idk. I’m busy now. Like I’m in college and I have a job. So maybe I’m just stressed. Stress is mostly what I feel lol. Maybe my brain is protecting itself from any other stressful stimuli. But damn, I’d really like to feel some attachment and emotions again lmao.

Idk. Maybe I’m just older. But 17 is still a teenager, I thought this kind of numbing would happen throughout my 20’s, not now.

I also just feel old compared to my peers now. They all still seem to care and have passion for things. They still feel devastated when their connections end. They still create and write. They still feel righteous. They still feel angry.

And I wonder what’s wrong with me. Why I’ve developed the jadedness of somebody a decade older than me.

I genuinely have nothing left in me lmao, let me have death

I've been hanging out with my family lately and they have been watching a lot of media from the 90's to 2000's.

There is so, so much over sexualization going on in the shows and movies and it has been making me so uncomfortable. I know a part of my aversion is just trauma, but know it's also creepy on it's own when you actually think about it for a minute. It's not funny when a man goes up to a table of women and sits down in between them, gets in their faces, and starts making sexual comments toward them. Touching them without persmission. They treat women as less than human and just conquests.

I have no issue with sexual content on its own in most circumstances, it's just the casual-ness and the fact that so far it has been EVERY show and movie and the in my family the women just laugh like the scenes are funny.

I know part of me may be overreacting, but it's eating away at me.

Apparently emotional neglect and emotional abuse are one of the most common causes for structural dissociation. Who could have foreseen such a thing? /sar

Okay this pic isn't exactly what I feel.

I hate to do the "female role" in relationships, I hate to be told I'm sexy as a woman. Feeling like crap after I have to dress femininely.

I know, I have a male persona online, I use masculine terms for myself. But I feel sometimes like I'm not actually trans, but a victim of systematic sexism, and that I know that my life would have been way better if I was born male. Because I see male roles as more akin to me.

I like suits, I find them cool, but I find dresses kind of tacky, especially if they have bright colors. "Dress femininely so you'll be beautiful" And why am I ugly by using a suit but boys aren't? Why is EVERY single woman I see feminine in some way or another, where are the masculine women, because i don't see any nowadays. Gimme women in suit, gimme women who take the male roles.

IDK, this sucks because I don't want to be cis for some reason? I feel it's because I'll have to be a victim of sexism but I also feel like, even if things like extreme traditionalists existed, I still wouldn't feel comfortable as a woman.

In other words, am I actually a trans man, or just an "only sane person" who expresses disgust by being sexualized and being more pressured to be "gracile"?

And don't ask me for childhood signs because I have childhood amnesia.

i genuinely have no friends i can see on a regular basis that i don't have only a superficial connection to.

in the circus, most of the members deeply care for each other, and can confide/talk with each other about theirselves and their problems. for example, Pomni with Ragatha, Ragatha with Kinger, Gangle with Zooble, etc.

even when that's not the case (ie. Jax), Zooble always wanted to probe further into Jax (e.g. the maid dress scene), and Pomni traversed Jax's abstraction to get to the real her, no matter how shitty of a person she was.

especially with Jax it stuck with me, because i am trans myself, and i saw parts of myself from 2 or more years ago within her (i was never abusive [at least i don't think], but regardless I had a lot of similar traits which could not be regarded as great), and I wish I had someone like Zooble to probe into my mind.

i genuinely don't care about the part where i become a brain scan trapped inside the circus, it would feel so good to feel cared for in a tight knit community as that.

All of this could be solved if my parents made a meaningful effort to care about and try to address my mental health issues, but they would rather slap a band-aid on it and blame me that the massive gaping wound is still there.

I swear to god there is some sort of industrial complex convincing Asian parents that throwing money at tutoring can just buy your children marks. Don't get me wrong, it can help, but acting like it is the most important, let alone determinator of academic success is just simply so wrong.

Edit: I should probably mention that I have ADHD as well, on top of gender dysphoria and depression - of which the ADHD I've gotten diagnosed, and my parents being aware of it, despite acting like it doesn't exist.

I genuinely believe with governments restricting internet unless you dox yourself to third parties, accelerating climate change and AI, humanity has locked itself into extinction in a few decades at most. That, or a well dystopian cyber future where everything you say and do even online will be tied back to you, information will be controlled by the government and if you step out of line even a little bit or dare have independent thought, you will disappear. I live in the UK with no way of getting out because I don't have the money to move, and we're already speeding towards that future. I'm trans too, so that's even worse for me. My parents knowingly put a new human being into a world they knew was dying, knowing it had the chance to be LGBT, have disabilities or in any way not fit in, and I fucking hate them for that. They're decently off. Not well off, but decently. They couldn't have just aborted me? Decided to use protection? They knew full well the world was shit and it was going to get shittier, and they still evilly decided to bring a child into it to witness it die. And it makes me mad that they and my therapist and the wider world try to convince me into not killing myself. It's so manipulative. I didn't ask to be here. I didn't ask to be born in a world where summers keep getting hotter, the rich richer, the poor poorer, corporations keep trying to take over and the economy is near unliveable, yet they're trying to force me out of sheer sadism. Oh what's that mum and dad? You love me and don't want me to die? I guess that's too fucking bad!!!!! You decided to have me knowing this was a likely outcome because of the world you decided to force me into. You accepted those terms and conditions. You don't get to suddenly back out now that your unrealistic fantasies didn't come true. You don't get to steal an innocent soul from wherever souls come from, force it into a meat suit, make it see the ever worsening horrors of the place you doomed it to, then be grumpy that it doesn't want to live there anymore. Also, I was already going to die anyway, with a chance you'd outlive me even if it wasn't suicide. You accepted that by having me, it's pathetic to turn around and get pissy at it now. And the only reason the outer world doesn't like suicide is because that means one less slave to forever work their life away feeding even more to the rich and passing around propaganda. That's the only reason they keep people who have attempted suicide alive in hospital. If they were humane, suicide would be a human right. Perhaps with moderation so people don't willy nilly kill themselves as soon as life gets hard but it shouldn't be as much of a challenge as it is right now to escape. And with the government cracking down on vpns right now to ensure their plans for mass surveillance and information control is successful and the world's hatred for trans people growing, I'm scared that soon I will have no choice but to die if I don't want to live in a reality where information is withheld, everything online is tied directly to your identity, we're not allowed control over our own bodies and we can only do physical labour jobs because AI has taken everything fun away. That's the future we're headed towards, and I'm so angry that I'm being forced to experience it at the hands of selfish monsters trying to disguise themselves as my friends.

Anyway sorry I just really needed a place to let this out because I'm not seeing my therapist until next week. I'm definitely showing this to her when I do tho so don't worry about that

Image is only slightly related tbh, i wanted to write a different vent but ended up with this. Still dysphoria related tho.

Sometimes i don't even understand why I'm nonbinary tbh.

I'm AFAB, so i like the idea of having more masculine features to balance it out so i can look androgynous in a feminine pretty boy way, even though i feel more genderless (? I think, idk). I do have social and body dysphoria.

But while i don't dress hyper feminine i still wear clothes a normal girl would wear and i like a bunch of girly shit, both new ones and ones from my childhood like MLP, Monster/Ever After High, cute things in general. I play games in a "girly way" (I'm pretty sure somebody told me this before), i like creating outfits for my characters, i prefer building pretty things in Minecraft bc I'm bad at most other parts of the game etc. I'm also just not good at anything the men around me are good at that are seen as "more masculine" like knowing how to fix things around the house, being good with electronics etc.

I think i grew up in an extremely gendered and binary society because i can't just think of myself as nonbinary. The people around me constantly talk about random activities and traits as male or female coded, and i genuinely feel bad when I'm not good at or more drawn to the male coded things. I feel like I'm constantly trying to prove that I'm not just a girl, and I'm failing at it.

Its half bad experiences and half my brain is aleays awake looking for a way to avoid anymore pain despite the fact it doesnt even do that correctly. Im such a talentless chud.

The last time they actually contacted me was 10 days ago (we stopped being friends in like March) but one of my friends (actually my only friend rn lol) posted them hanging out and it just made me want to cry. I can't stop them from being friends but it still hurts. It feels like I'm going to be haunted by them forever
I have two other friendsbbut I don't really talk to them BC I can't trust that they're not also talking shit about me with #thosepeople and I also can't block them BC they never directly did anything wrong to me ugh

if tomorrow a god came to me and told me they'd turn me into a m*le if I killed my entire family for them I'd ask them if they'd like them murdered in any particular way. I hate going outside and feeling like prey every day. I bought a binder because I hate the societal obsession with breasts so much I don't want anybody to ever see mine again. I hate how normalised woman hating fetishes are and how we're encouraged to find joy in retraumatizing ourselves. I hate how I'll never know if I am truly asexual or if I am so fundamentally disgusted by the "female role" in human sexuality that I never developed basic attraction. I hate how we're taught to minimise ourselves from birth so I, having lived in this world for over two decades, have to manually learn all by myself how to know what I want, have thoughts about my future that aren't just drifting through life mindlessly, and speak for myself AS AN ADULT. There is no hope for our kind, no hope at all. it was over for me the second the X sperm was chosen. No one ever listens to me, I passed a medical biology final after studying for like 7 days total and yet the only compliments I get are about how good eye candy I make, because that's what I'm for, clearly. Fuck my chud life.