I'm a 22-year-old autistic gay asexual nonromantic demisensual femme trans demiguy who studies philosophy. I'm an ex-Catholic agnostic. I'm also a borderline person and a person with a non-human identity (i.e. I'm otherkin). My askbox is open to discuss any of those things.
"How do you handle one of your kids stealing from you? Oh, and to make it interesting, it's my stepdaughter who recently turned 18. I've been telling Joe for some time now that the girls are old enough to be given enough rope to hang themselves. Ask me to give you money for a college deposit, while blowing what little of your own money you have on lottery tickets and ice cream, and then turn around and steal from us? Guess who's not going to get money for a college deposit from me? Stealing has been her M.O. since I met her, along with being an accomplished liar. But what, if anything, else should be the appropriate response?"
hoo boy this is that lady from the poor-skills post a few days ago talking about her stepdaughter
I want to take nude photos of myself in order to normalize my body. Not for others but for myself. I want to look at them over and over and over again until I see nothing surprising or shocking. Until I can look at them with a simple smile. Until I can see the beauty in them that I see in others. Not because it's perfect. Not because it's flawless. But because it's human. And because it's mine.
I've been diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome and insulin resistance. The former increases my likelihoods of cancer and infertility. So I'm on birth control to help that. The most common symptom of insulin resistance is exhaustion and fatigue. So, GOD, I'm hoping the medication I'll be starting for that helps with those. Because it's gotten bad and it seems to be worsening. Fingers crossed.
i think i'm going to go now. i'm starting to see people who aren't in my room now, and after doing what i did to my mother earlier today, i'm not sure if this is going to go away or if this is a nervous breakdown or what
i just saw a fucking baby smiling at me. bye nonas.
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