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| Pronouns | they/them |
| Pronouns | they/them |
Transition feels:
I’ve been catching myself glancing at my reflection in the mirror as I walk past, like I’m trying to catch what gender I am just now unawares.
I posted my piece about Elon Musk's Autistic Anti-Patterns.
@No, @ceruleanarc, @loops and @mcdutchie, you all expressed an interest - hope you enjoy...
https://oolong.medium.com/elon-musks-autistic-anti-patterns-5a96111ef28f
We have a society that can be so focused on doing instead of being. I think so much doing sometimes can take away space for ourselves and others - both take away space to sense where we’re at, and space to grow. I’m not saying we should all be passive - really *being* can be a very active state and process, and can take us towards action that can feel more congruent and meaningful, and can nurture relationships that provide space for growth and change.
I think sometimes maybe we do because it feels too scary to be, or we’re shamed for it, or there isn’t time and space, or it’s not safe, and then the doing might feel all wrong, or the outcome, or something in our sense of ourselves or in our relationships, and/or we get stuck or distressed.
Many thoughts.
(I really like this job ❤️)
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Some #counselling thoughts.
#therapy #TherapyChat #TherapistsConnect #mentalheaIth
Counselling is such a strange job in so many ways. When I’m feeling a bit ill or wobbly, it can be quite easy to fall into worrying that I have no idea what I’m doing. The reality is that, at least for how I work, it’s not really about the *doing* but the *being* (so I guess it makes sense that when the being bit feels wobbly, I could start to doubt myself), and actually the more I try to *do*, often the less I’m in contact and the less helpful, connected, and present I am.
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Today’s mood is realising I might’ve first came out as trans (amongst other things) to my parents through showing them my conference talks and wondering if they noticed 🙃
Gosh I’ve had such an exhausting and feeling-full few weeks. Loss, reconnection, gender-feelings, gender euphoria, anxiety, sadness, joy, exhausted inertia.
Looking forward to my winter holiday and making a huge leaf pile in my garden and maybe lying in it.
Also still pissed off that the reason given in the email I was copied in to the finance person to process my refund was ‘because she* is trans’.
*there was also absolutely no excuse to misgender OR out me there after we’d even spoken about it but here we are.