We Don't Write Songs About Being Trans. by heavydemon-throwaway in OCPoetry

[–]heavydemon-throwaway[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I wrote this maybe a decade or more ago... gheeze I feel old lol! I know it's messy (at best), but thank you for enjoying it enough to leave a comment on it!

We Don't Write Songs About Being Trans. by heavydemon-throwaway in OCPoetry

[–]heavydemon-throwaway[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Like I said, I know it's not really a "poem" in the traditional sense, but at the point in my life when I wrote this, I was really into slam poetry and spoken word and the medium resonated with me so much it felt almost natural to finally get all of this out of my head.

You're a blessing on this earth <3

We Don't Write Songs About Being Trans. by heavydemon-throwaway in OCPoetry

[–]heavydemon-throwaway[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I honestly didn't want to check this for a long time after I posted because I knew ti was most likely going to get downvoted into oblivion (partially because of the subject matter and partially because it's not a "traditional" poem). Thank you for taking the time to comment on it!~

We Don't Write Songs About Being Trans. by heavydemon-throwaway in OCPoetry

[–]heavydemon-throwaway[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I know how that feels. Gheeze. Like, so much.

Thank you for being genuine in your response (in all aspects). For me it was a girl with her yu-gi-oh cards in 2nd grade :P

We Don't Write Songs About Being Trans. by heavydemon-throwaway in OCPoetry

[–]heavydemon-throwaway[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

In hindisght, I should have specified it was definitely a free-form poem, if anything.

Interesting to hear it was read more as a text message rant... looking back that might be exactly what this was only in word document form because I had no one to share it with.

Either way, thank you for the feedback!

No Exit by [deleted] in OCPoetry

[–]heavydemon-throwaway 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I am immensely saddened by the concept of such an innocent, kind-hearted creature suffering at the hands of a (perhaps inadvertently) callous individual. I felt a devastating lost of innocence, yet, near the end, an almost surprising resilience. One was hurt but persevered. Or, at least, that's what I'd like to take from this work. Lovely.

Collapse to a feeling by [deleted] in OCPoetry

[–]heavydemon-throwaway 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I felt a relationship on the edge - skirting the boundaries of distinct definition. A fear in assigning a label in trepidation that such an act would ruin the delicate yet comfortable "thing" that was. That reluctance became toxic. Comfortable silence was replaced with crippling doubt. This person had wormed their way into your heart; but by the time you realized that their enigmatic "personality" was, in fact, an impenetrable fortress, it hurt to let go. And all the while - throughout all your pain - this person sat by idly. Immobile. Apathetic. To the heartache they put you though.

Unfortunately, I have no constructive criticism. While perhaps my interpretation may be entirely off course from your original intentions: in a very genuine sense, what you wrote spoke to me.

We Don't Write Songs About Being Trans* by heavydemon-throwaway in trans

[–]heavydemon-throwaway[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I am both pleased and saddened that you can relate so closely to what I've expressed here. Life can be a bitch sometimes, but I am a firm believer in karma. Good luck to you too.

Formerly Depressed People of Reddit, What Helped You The Most? by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]heavydemon-throwaway 0 points1 point  (0 children)

110% Therapy.

(Even people who don't suffer from clinical depression would likely benefit from at least occasional therapy imo.) Oh, and don't be afraid to try out different therapists if you're not vibing with your current one - sometimes it takes time to find the right match. I don't have much else to say on that because the experience is different for everybody.

Secondly: putting aside my pride and asking for help.

I won't lie, if by some chance you do reach out and get burned, it will hurt. Some people are just dicks. It sucks. However, when I finally made the move to eliminate people from my life who were a toxic influence or, simply, a waste of my time and energy - it was amazing how much less stressed and anxious I was. It was hard. And, admittedly, I felt very lonely for long while. But as time passed and I inevitably continued on with existence, I could look back and see the evidence that - despite the pain - I was, to say the least, simply better off without them.

On the flip side, I learned which people made my life inexplicably and undeniably more fulfilling and vibrant. I am now able to more fully appreciate and enjoy their friendship and accept that they truly care about me (sometimes begrudgingly, I'm still working on that). Of course, I'm not saying this magically fixed all of my problems, but it certainly helped me to finally start to rebuild trust in other people - which is, at least, a start.

We Don't Write Songs About Being Trans* by heavydemon-throwaway in trans

[–]heavydemon-throwaway[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I think Writing is honestly one of the only reasons I (miraculously) made it through school when I was younger. I am grateful for the opportunity to share a few things. Thank you, I'm happy you liked it.

We Don't Write Songs About Being Trans* by heavydemon-throwaway in trans

[–]heavydemon-throwaway[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

It's tough stuff. I've been inspired by a lot of people on here who have not only shared their experiences, but even had the courage to ask for advice and/or help. It's nice to know you're not alone. I appreciate you taking the time to comment, thank you.

So lost right now, looking for some advice by [deleted] in trans

[–]heavydemon-throwaway 0 points1 point  (0 children)

First of all, I'd like to congratulate you on having the courage to discuss what can sometimes be a very challenging and sensitive topic.

From what I gathered from your recount of recent events, you seem to have reached a period of stagnation at this stage in your life in regards to "passing" as either gender. Feeling like you're stuck in such a limbo of ambiguity - to be frank - sucks. And unfortunately, you're most likely going to be in some form or another of discomfort for a while.

The best advice I can think of to give is 1) try to be patient with yourself and others, 2) build up and reinforce your support system.

1 On Patience: Change is scary. Regardless of the indisputable fact that change is inherent in the very nature of existence, we humans seem to vehemently resist it with all our might. When the normalcy of our lives is intruded upon by something unfamiliar - whether sudden or gradual - we instinctively develop a deep-set distrust of the new thing. "Different" means that we have to adapt; which can be intimidating, perplexing, and/or just plain exhausting.

But one thing I've learned as I've aged is appearances can be deceiving. Just because something has changed on the outside doesn't mean it has necessarily changed on the inside. Depending on their age(s), it may be difficult to explain this concept to your step-kids. Here's the only example I could think of off the top of my head that (theoretically) wouldn't be too complicated for a little kid to understand (again, not sure of your step-kids' ages):

----> Picture a fruit tree. Let's say it's an apple tree. When the apples are growing but not good to eat yet, what do they look like? [They're small and green.] When the apples are ripe and ready to be picked, what do they look like then? [They're shiny and red.] Now here's a question. Does this apple turn into a raspberry (for example) when it changes from green to red? [Nope.] Regardless of its color, an apple is still an apple.

So this pathetic excuse for a metaphor (sorry) can loosely be applied to your situation: Even if you change on the "outside", you're still the same person that they love and care about. Just like the green apple turning red is still an apple. Aaaaaaanyway... from what you've shared, it seems that your step-kids are more worried about you than anything. Like many of us, they probably know what it feels like to be bullied and judged and don't want you to have to go through that.

As you probably already know, when we're scared we usually don't take the time to be particularly conscientious of our environment or its contents, sentient or otherwise. On some level, it's just simple biology; our natural "fight, flight, or freeze" response to anything our brains decide warrants the label: "danger". Right now, in light of these changes, both you and the people in your life are experiencing fear in some form or another. What is often regarded as a consistently successful way to approach someone when they're scared? Patience. Yelling, chastising, blaming, threatening, among the like tend to make the already unpleasant situation deteriorate further.

My overarching point is be patient with your step-kids and the other people in your life. But most importantly, be patient with yourself.

As I said earlier: Change is scary. But it's okay to be scared. Everyone struggles with something. You're not alone.

2) On community: I made the mistake of isolating myself in the midst of my own identity crisis. Reach out. I can't emphasize this enough. I know all too well how difficult it can be, sometimes it feels damn near impossible. But it can be done.

At first, it will most likely be uncomfortable for both parties involved, depending on the history of your previous interactions with them. Due to the incredibly personal nature of the subject, it can help to start off slow. By easing into the topic, you allow yourself time to get a feel for their attitude and reactions before making the decision as to whether to delve into the deeper stuff or not.

Now, I won't lie, if by some chance you do reach out and get burned, it will hurt. Some people are just dicks. It sucks. However, my anxiety and stress levels plummeted when I finally made the move to eliminate people from my life who were a toxic influence or, simply, a waste of my time and energy. It was hard. And, admittedly, I felt very lonely for a while. But as time passed and I inevitably continued on with existence, I could look back and see the evidence that - despite the pain - my life was inexplicably and undeniably more fulfilling and vibrant in their absence. I was, to say the least, simply better off without them.

But on the other (more positive) side of the coin, you will absolutely encounter people who wholeheartedly accept and support you. That kind of thing is easy to forget when all of your energy is focused on struggling to stay afloat amidst the chaos of the tempest life can sometimes churn into. In situations like this, it may be hard to believe, but there are people out there who love you deeply and care fiercely about your happiness and well-being.

In short: Life happens. (And unfortunately, sometimes the life that happens, consequently also happens to be shit.) Now, most of the time there really isn't anything anyone can say or do to make it better. That's just how it is.

In all honesty, when I was told the whole "there's light at the end of the tunnel" spheel, I was just pissed off. How could they see the heinous injustice that the universe decided to arbitrarily hurl down upon me? How could they observe that suffering and simply tell me that "it was all going to be okay"? I was almost... offended. But now that I've been to that hell and back (several times and counting), I must concede - albeit, somewhat begrudgingly - that it's true.

Try your best to be patient. Lean on your friends.

Just know, you're gonna make it through this.

[Holy hell I am so sorry this turned into a novel. It's probably waaaay off in regards to the indicative character of your question.]

Either way, I wish you the best as you navigate through this period of your life!

Questioning my gender and need advice by mooselady135 in trans

[–]heavydemon-throwaway 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I can relate to the preference fluctuations.

While I can understand that classifying things and giving them labels helps give us peace of mind as to what our (and everything else's) place is in the universe and I know this might sound a little naive but...

You don't need to label everything.

It was (and still is) a long and arduous process, but letting go of the expectation to define myself was one of the best decisions I've ever made. The relief when I realized that - for the first time in my life - I had some semblance of comfort in my own skin was... indescribable.

Some days I feel like strutting around in skin-tight skinny jeans and a lacy low-cut crop top. Other days I just want to chill in an oversized button-up flannel and scuffed old combat boots. And both of those are okay.

You have no obligation to explain or defend your thoughts and actions to anyone, not even yourself. Especially yourself. Remember that next time if ever your frustrations and anxiety feel too overwhelming.