I haven’t written in a while because life has been so hectic and I’ve been dealing with a shit ton of stress. My mum has been in a rehab facility for a few weeks now. She has kidney stones again. When they did the procedure to blast one of her kidneys, it fucked up her […]
I made a total jack-ass of myself today. First, I was telling this trans person that they should stick melons down their shirt to make it fit better. Why the fuck I thought that was okay to tell someone I barely knew, I don’t know. That was not okay. For the record, I tell friends […]
I’m doing poorly, but not as poorly as I could be, so there’s that. I was at Big Blue Box Store earlier and there was a guy from Internet Company X who was doing sales. Which is fine, legit, but he got way too close to me. He made me uncomfortable. Then he called me […]
Something I thought about earlier: Why do I listen to my anxiety and depression if they’re such fucking liars? I have no follow up on that line of thinking, just thought I would share. Moving on. I made an appointment with my psychiatrist, Styx, to talk about meds for my anxiety and depression. I still […]
Okay, so I sleep better wearing lots of clothes again. Especially a bra, which I know you aren’t supposed to do. Let’s explore why. (Trigger Warning for childhood abuse) To start with, what I’m about to write is something I’m kind of hesitant to post. I just need to get it out there. I’m struggling […]
Therapy today. I did not tell Charon about the flashbacks. Was gonna, but then I didn’t. I don’t know what to do now. I’m kinda just done with everything right now and I feel like I need a long vacation from people. -The Sarcastic Autist
I’m not feeling great today. I haven’t been sleeping well because of nightmares and just being afraid of sleep. The reason for today’s post is because I think I broke my mind Tuesday. I was replaying a conversation I had with my therapist Charon because I was feeling a bit gaslit by something and wanted […]
Today was the first day I got to watch my godmother’s dogs. It was okay. I’m itchy. Surprisingly, I only got anxious thinking about someone stealing my bike. Not about someone potentially breaking in and raping and/or murdering me. So I’m going to chalk that up as a win. I’ve been having a hard time […]
Okay, I’ve been trying to think of what to write. I finished that book. I fucking hated it. I also met with Cybele, the gender therapist today. We briefly touched upon talking about the book. I told her I hate the book. We then talked about how I’m blaming the book for stuff instead of […]
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