This morning I found myself thinking about my rapes and my gender issues.
When I first went for counseling, all I was hoping for was to find out for sure if my rapes had caused me to be transgender. I didn't think it would be possible to heal me from the damage done, but I hoped to understand and perhaps settle the issue of my gender identity.
The result was it seems that the two issues are not connected in a cause and effect way, so if one had been removed, I would still be dealing with the other.
Despite that, sometimes I wish solving one would solve the other, so my burden would be that much less, as both seem too heavy for me at the moment.
And today I must at least pretend I'm okay, as we are celebrating my daughter's birthday.
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Huggers!
If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.”
― Toni Morrison
Hugs from me too.
And thank you for sharing bits of you life with us. Both the good bits and the bad bits.
And me too. We so need to steal ...
... that 'sad' reaction from Facebook.
Anyhow, Friday, (today) Saturday, and then Sunday, all with friends) will be 'topping up' the hugs I can dump 'out in the ether'. So keep on grabbing them.
My Teddie (bear, plushie) continues performing 'far above pay-grade'. We snuggle up bed, and I pass out ... until I need to pee ... So peaceful sleeping is even more hugs I can dump out there for you.
And yes, passing for "OK", or "normal", or whatever is expected, burns a lot of energy, sort of like stage acting but with no applause...