📰 Tiziano Ferro: «Ho iniziato ad andare dalla psicologa dopo essermi trovato con la faccia sulla moquette»
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I hate coming out to people so much, especially if it's more than one person. I hate being the center of attention. I hate sudden changes. There are some many things I hate about this, but I need to do this.
Tomorrow I want to come out to my team at work and I'm scared. Not even because of their reactions, but I cannot imagine what will change between us. I work with them every single day, so it's a bit different to other coming-outs. I have a knot in my stomach and I don't know how to best handle this.
Being change averse as a trans person fucking sucks.
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‘… you call yourself a trans woman, but why do you like it so much, why now?’
‘Like is way too mild a term, I like chips, the odd steak, wine and a few people. Becoming a trans woman is much deeper and more profound.’
Having been used to seeing me as a man for forty years, I guess this is quite a change. He looks up and makes another attempt. ‘Well, can you tell me why it’s so impactful now?’
https://medium.com/prismnpen/telling-an-old-friend-im-transgender-2bd328e84aef
I am Wendy. This is my house of pain. And I finally live here willingly, each room a testament to survival, each window letting in whatever light I can find, dust motes dancing in sunbeams that finally reach places long kept in darkness, illuminating corners that had never known anything but shadow.
https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-epilogue
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I was born twice.
The second birth came late — after a long marriage, raising children, and decades of quiet unhappiness that no amount of “doing the right thing” could fix.
https://medium.com/prismnpen/roads-we-never-thought-wed-take-1dfbf2bbf3c9
When changing my child's diaper, I was asked...plainly......
"Where did you learn that?" Mary asked, watching from the doorway with a mixture of surprise and something else—something that looked dangerously like understanding.
"Just instinct, I guess," I mumbled, but the lie tasted bitter on my tongue.
https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-the-love-that-survived-my-worst-betrayal
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You know this isn't you. Stop pretending. Let me out. Wendy's voice, always there in the darkest corners of my mind, whispering truths I couldn't bear to hear. For years, Id put headphones, earbuds, or just speakers in my office dungeon, cranked up, to drown her out.
https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-the-wounds-i-inflicted
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Walt’s fists—always closed, never open—were meat mallets tenderizing whatever flesh they found. They left constellations of purple-black galaxies blooming beneath my skin, each bruise a dark star born of violence. Whatever he felt comfortable using on me, he used without hesitation or remorse.
https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-blood-versus-beast
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At night, I'd watch her through cracked doorways, her silhouette hunched and trembling, and wonder which version of my mother would greet me in the morning - the one whose fingers would gently brush my hair, or the one whose hands would clench into fists at the slightest provocation. The uncertainty gnawed at my insides like hungry rats.
https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-the-devil-you-don-t-know
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