REPOSTED FROM THE TRANS-SCEND BLOG 2016 I grew up in a psychologically abusive household. My mother was 18 when she had me and soon after divorced my father and raised me on her own. She came from a household where she believed that she was not looked on in favor, where she felt that she was undervalued and misunderstood and she didn’t wish that on me. She once told me that she tried to raise me completely opposite from how she was raise and that it failed. She realized that I came out of childhood with the same fears and emotions that she did. Partially this was true, I had taken in the fears that my soul wanted me to experience but they expressed in my somewhat differently. At the time I had no idea about any of things I now know and just continued living out my human existence the best I could.
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REPOSTED FROM THE TRANS-SCEND BLOG 2016 I went to do the dishes this morning after feeding our furry children and looked into our double sink and found that my partner had put a pan she had used to cook dinner with on the side that does not have a garbage disposal. My head immediately said “man, I told her not to put stuff with food in them on that side.” Now technically I asked but sometimes our asking is not really asking, it’s more like telling with a lilt in our voice. Why, because we have decided we like things a certain way and that our way is the correct way. I mean, after all, the food that gets on that side I either have to clean up by hand or it gets swept into the drain pipe with no disposal which equals DISASTER. Okay, not really but that is how my human mind works. Either it gives me more work, or it is just Bad with a capitol B and I, of course, know the right way to do things so I “asked” her not to do it again. REPOSTED FROM THE TRANS-SCEND BLOG 2016 We all think we have the worst (fill in the appropriate body part here) in the entire history of human beings. It’s too big, it’s too small, it’s flat, it’s puffy, it’s lumpy, it’s flabby, and it’s whatever you think it is. I had that, plus, well… you know… I was supposed to be a boy!! I mean damn I had boobs for f’ sake, but that is neither here nor there. The real issue is that there is so much bombarding us daily about having the perfect everything and without it we will never be happy, find love, or get the right job, the right car, the right house, the right partner, the right kids or the right dog. Wow, there is a lot riding on how our bodies look isn’t there? REPOSTED FROM THE TRANS-SCEND BLOG 2015 As I progress in my own transition the words I have chosen to express myself have changed over the years. Growing up I was never quite comfortable calling myself a “girl” nor was I comfortable calling myself by my given name, “Shana”. Many of my family members called me by versions of that name, “Shanie” being the most common. It has always been interesting to me how certain people could use a name and it wouldn’t bother me at all, others would give me a weird feeling, almost the same as when I called myself the same name. REPOSTED FROM THE TRANS-SCEND BLOG 2015 I’ve seen a bunch of things come across social media stating that one type of person is better than another. Where one should get housing, the other not. One should get food the other not. One money and so on and so forth. Responses came in the same form, so and so shouldn’t be treated that way because they served their county. We see it day in and day out where one group of people believes they have the right(s) to do/have/get something over another. It doesn’t matter if it is a matter of race, religion, creed, orientation, gender, social status, financial status, etc. there is nothing in this world that makes one person better or more deserving than another. |
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