(Source: fearlessknightsandfairytales)
Appledash by =ponyKillerX
a diagnosis
The past few weeks of my life have been absolutely crazy. I’ve been trying to deal with everything that’s happening all at once. I’ve been in the hospital, I’ve had two appointments this week, my family life is hectic, there’s a lot of school work, and I’m super dizzy (because of my new medication).
In top of this, I’m trying to transition in a tiny, hick town and barely anyone is accepting.
So at the hospital I was diagnosed with Gender Identity Disorder. One doctor told me about how they “have to classify it as an issue to treat it” and I’m like, fuck you, this doesn’t have to be “treated”. There’s nothing wrong with my gender. I feel like they think this is a problem that has to be fixed. It makes me feel awful.
I even had another doctor tell me that he’s seen a lot of trans* people with trauma history and he’s wondering if I’m changing my identity to escape my past, and separate myself from the girl who was abused, and make myself a new person. That perhaps with a few therapy sessions, I’d realize that I’m a girl and I won’t want to transition.
I say, fuck you. My gender identity has absolutely nothing to do with trauma, and you can shove that diagnosis up your ass.
(Source: lipsstitchedtight)
(by i.am.rebecca)
(Source: incomplete-and-insecure)
