Teens Want Lana Del Rey, NOT Jesus!!!!!!!!

All of this.

We knew we had ADHDbrain *long* before diagnosis.

We knew we had BPD *long* before even all the symptoms were showing.

We knew we even were Multiple v. early on (but were gaslit by psychiatry).

You know you better than anyone else.

Gatekeeping culture is like: “don’t get your information online it’s too easy😡!!!” Then offer “find research papers online it’s really easy🙄”

Then block you.

Self diagnosing isn’t TikTok videos and random blogs. It’s literally months to years of research. There’s a lot of reasons why someone can’t get professionally diagnosed.

Misdiagnoses happen a lot

People aren’t taken seriously

It’s expensive asf

Its inaccessible

People want to adopt

People want the right to their bodily autonomy

I’m disappointed when I go online and see my bullies are now nurses. That’s kinda the same thing when I go on here and see professionally diagnosed people who shit on undiagnosed for posting coping mechanisms.

Stop calling people “the problem” for coping. The real issue is people who post any “if you have these… you might have” THATS DANGEROUS. what isn’t dangerous is:

Finding coping mechanisms

Find organization tools to function

Therapy

Talking about experiences

Researching extensively on traits

Documenting

Unmasking

Printing off quizzes or research articles from well established resources (Embracing Autism, ASAN, AIM, awn network, A4A)

Stimming (if it isn’t harming)

Advocating for diagnosis is one thing. Being a bully online is another. It’s a disability not a quirk, a lot of self diagnosed people know it’s a disability. We can identify the actual problems in the self diagnosing community but a lot of us aren’t those.

We’re valid

When you respond to not-very-well hidden attempts to covertly surveil you by responding to a Russian bot (they've evolved), but you go off with some tangent..yeah, babe, they've got your social #.

Cheers to Octahate.

jobs where you work more than twelve hours a day should have salaries starting in the quarter millions

Me being born autistic: Well this could have been a lot harder

Everyone else preparing to traumatize the fuck out of me: Would you like to see how much harder?

gentle reminders in case you need it:

it’s ok to start “late”

drink water if you haven’t for hours

it’s ok if u need more time than other people

it’s ok to feel what you’re feeling

you have a cute smile

you make people happy

you have plenty of good traits

you are loved

you deserve all the good things

it’s ok if you relapse, it doesn’t make u weak

bad days are just temporary

tomorrow is a new day

you can heal again

I’m proud of you

Fck that, get the tattoo there , where you want it Jeezus Krizt

✍🏾Where You Should Get A Tattoo based on your Venus

I know Mars and Saturn can be related to tattoos too but Venus represents beauty and art, and tattoos to me are art so I’m gonna use Venus for this, it’s just gonna show the area of your body that would make a tattoo more “aesthetically pleasing” to look at lol of course do what you want, this is just for fun 🤓

Im gonna do a pt 2 series about mars and where you’d actually want to get a tattoo , k done talking now hope you enjoy this post :)

Venus/Aries in the 1st House: Face, lip, somewhere around your ear or upper neck

Venus/Taurus in the 2nd House: Neck, around the ear area, collarbone

Venus/Gemini in the 3rd House: Arms and/or hands, shoulders

Venus/Cancer in the 4th House: Chest, near the chest area, side of the chest, diaphragm

Venus/Leo in the 5th House: Back, SPINE, ribcage & diaphragm

Venus/Virgo in the 6th House: Stomach & waist area

Venus/Libra in the 7th House: Lower Back, Butt & waist

Venus/Scorpio in the 8th house:…somewhere that’s probably hidden lol, around the genitalia area, upper thigh & lower stomach area

Venus/Sagittarius in the 9th house: Thighs, hips & butt

Venus/Capricorn in the 10th house: Anywhere really lol but mainly more “boney” areas (ankles, knees, spleen, elbow, etc)

Venus/Aquarius in the 11th house: legs, calves, forearms,

Venus/Pisces in the 12th house: feet/ankle & lower leg area

© 2022 montheline. All rights reserved. [I don’t own any of these pictures]

This breaks my heart wide open

i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

Me to everyone struggling with discrimination like I am - but also worse.

To the trans femmes/trans women of colour who are systematically oppressed. Who get assaulted by "peace" officers and faced with gross uses of "power" (control) from a system that doesn't care, and so they get penalized-or they get murdered every year.

To all the other people who forget, like me, that we as LGBTAQI+ people-especially bisexual people, esspecially ace people, especially us trans people, but then again, especially all of us-legally don't have rights beyond just a very basic "workplace discrimination" catchall (and sometimes not even that). We don't have *basic* housing rights, in most cases. We get sneered at, laughed at when/if we complain.

Our families disown us, and we carry on.

Friends drop us after being profiled by the police, and don't return our calls, and we still make dinner for ourselves, run errands, smile at strangers, and pet a cat.

Increasingly, however, the more stories I read, as we're preading awareness of the things that we as LGBT+ people go through, we seem to be facing more of a backlash. And the more I am faced with unsafe housing environments, (including verbal abuse) and not only given no legal protection, but ignored, gaslit, and publicly shamed and humiliated for speaking out against these issues...the more haunted I feel. The harder it's been to fight against the flashbacks and "think positively" (whatever that means).

Increasingly, I feel like crying every time someone gives me a hug. I seriously feel like I would crumble the next time. I feel like I'm holding back tears every time I see people interacting happily, because I get the impression they don't cry themselves to sleep at night, they don't worry, increasingly, if the next microaggression from an ignorant cishet person will cause us to lose our housing, our employment, our reputation..and we'll be told it's "our fault", for being the way that we are, if not outright, then covertly.

I didn't want to say this, but I'm losing hope, I guess is what I'm saying here. I got yelled at for simply watching She-Ra & The Princesses of Power where I live the other day, after trying my darndest to self-soothe when someone on TV had similar triggers as me. I was yelled at for picking up my blockers (which I need to have, to cause me to, if not *want* to live, then at least not want to die), because I'm on an inconsistent "blackout" at this SLE. They said it would be a week. They lied.

Scrutinised when I speak up, and increasingly having limited rights in any so-called "recovery" environment. At this point, if you're not helping us, you're hurting us. If you claim my existence is "political", then please remove yourself from my life (when I am not absolutely forced to talk to you).

I'm tired. I'm tired of being a burden. I don't even have any girlfriends (I'm transfeminine) to talk to, because I was forced to live in a house full of men-even after I explained I have trauma from men.

I literally called four "helplines" I found online from desperation, several times yesterday, and was told that they were "assisting other callers". I keep trying my best to find a counselor and I keep either getting turned away or at least no called back.

I don't know what to do. I'm tired of being "strong". I wish I had a childhood that I could remember, but even beyond that, I would settle for giving myself that now that I'm older..except I know that I can't even do that right now. I feel like I've let myself down. I feel like (and this breaks my heart to say), it was silly to dream.

It matters. Can you hear me? I am holding your hands and telling you it matters because you matter