– pointed out acne
– treated you like a little slave (you get them EVERYTHING)
– made fun of people who you idolize
– made you feel like an outcast
– ever called you a mistake or worthless
– forced you to go to a place where you weren’t comfortable
– made jokes about your weight
– made you cry
– made you break down
– made you feel like you were all alone
If so I’m going to send each and everyone of you a message!– makes fun of something you cannot do because of a mental issue
– scolds you for doing something you do because of a mental illness
– Stares at you while you do something because of a mental illness
Tag: negative
me: yeah im alright i look pretty cute today
anxiety: 
me: alright but at least i have this one skill people like me for
anxiety:
me: my friends like me?
anxiety:
me: im going to bed to stare at the ceiling and think over all my failings
anxiety: nice
people need to realize that not all transphobic remarks are intentional. if they don’t understand that what they’re saying is harmful, EDUCATE THEM, AND DO IT KINDLY. DON’T FUCKING RIP THEM A NEW ASSHOLE FOR SAYING SOMETHING THAT THEY DID NOT UNDERSTAND THE REPERCUSSIONS FOR, JESUS CHRIST.
there are cis people who DO NOT UNDERSTAND that saying things like this is harmful to trans people. they LITERALLY DO NOT KNOW, AND THAT IS NOT THEIR FAULT. explain to them why that what they said was wrong, and do it without making them feel like shit.
however, if they are fully aware of what they’re saying, then unleash hell.
if you are looking at the notes on this post, you’ll find tumblr users who are actually DEFENDING the practices of lashing out and verbally abusing cis people for things like this, even if they don’t understand that it’s hurtful.
how are cis people supposed to understand what is acceptable and what is not if we don’t teach them? they’re CIS, they’re NOT trans!! they don’t automatically get the knowledge; they have to learn. yet a lot of people on tumblr think that yelling, screaming, telling cis people that they are automatically transphobic and should die because “they should already know by now”, is a GOOD thing to do and that cis people should be blamed for not knowing what is and isn’t acceptable to say.
it’s so fucking horrible and sad to know that people on tumblr are legitimately convinced that cis people are evil and deserve to be mistreated and yelled at for saying something that they don’t know is a slur.
i don’t want to be painted as a hateful trans person!! i’m here to help cis people understand everything about trans people, not punish them for not knowing things!! what is so wrong with you that you think that saying cis people have no excuse to “be ignorant”?
my younger sister didn’t even know what a transgender person was until i came out. it makes me sick to think that if she had a tumblr and she misgendered someone or used a slur that she heard from rocky horror, thinking that was okay to use in this decade, and you all would have fucking torn her apart and branded her as a transphobic person, when she wouldn’t even have known that was a slur today.
i don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you people, but if you think that abusing cis people for not having intimate knowledge of a minority of people that they don’t even belong to, then you really need to fucking rethink how you treat people. sometimes being trans on tumblr just makes me sick in general. i feel more of a fucking villain being transgender on tumblr than i would if i were a cis person.
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Ikr? I see groups of friends playing games or chatting or dancing or singing karaoke together and it always makes me want to cry…
I really did try to put myself out there and meet people and make friends… Went to Facebook meet ups, went to a fking club party even…
Tbh I don’t even know how to start making friends. Pretty much all of my friends irl are friends because there was something that made us stick together for some reason, like a class or club. I don’t know how to make myself interesting enough for people to actually try to get to know me. Maybe if I was pretty… Like not even concerning weight, nearly every ‘overweight’ person here looks amazing and interesting and have friends… Like how do I be pretty? It’s really upsetting…
perhapsmorepersonalperhapsnot:
American school system
just so you know, the ‘gifted area’ isn’t much fun either
I saw your tags and I would really like to comment with personal story if you don’t mind.
The gifted area really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. The children all look like they’re smiling, sure, but let’s be real— they go home and stress and cry.
I was a “gifted and talented” kid, and it was far from this. My whole life, things were harder because I was expected to be better. I was expected to be reading higher-level books, but the school didn’t allow me to read higher-level books because it was “unfair” to the other students. Teachers subconsciously graded me harder than other students, even on things I was not “gifted” in, like math (a subject in which I have always struggled). We had extra homework and extra tests. In my program, we were removed from regular classes once a week to learn bonus material. Not only were we expected to learn the bonus material, but we were expected to make up the missed material and pass the tests on it; only no one was there to teach us the material we missed, because we were expected to already know it. It was pounded into my brain every day of my life from the moment I started school that I had to be perfect, and if I wasn’t perfect it was the result of some character flaw. If an average student got a B, it was cause for celebration, but if I got an A I was simply meeting expectations. If an average student got a D, it was sad and they needed extra help and it was the teachers fault for not helping them; if I got a B or a C, it was the end of the world and clearly there was something wrong with me. I was slacking, or goofing off, or expecting the teachers to just “hand” the A to me because I was “special”.
I skipped a grade because I was “gifted.” When I tell people of this, they assume I must be a “genius.” You don’t know how many times I’ve heard people tell me, “Wow, you must be really smart or something. You’re a genius.”
Fast forward to college. I was told I should go to Yale or Harvard. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to go to college somewhere where I could learn but also enjoy myself. People make fun of me for my choice of school because someone as “gifted” as me could have “done so much better.”
This “genius” can’t pass Intro to Biology 1010, because no one ever taught her proper studying techniques—they just assumed she already knew. This “genius” cries herself to sleep over a B in an difficult science class. This genius faces crippling anxiety because she knows she’ll never measure up to people’s expectations of her. This “genius” sometimes cuts herself because the pressure to be perfect is too much for her. This “genius” feels like throwing herself off a building if she gets anything less than a B, because she’s been taught her whole life that if she doesn’t get perfect grades it is some sort of character flaw; she must be a worthless idiot.
I don’t know what it’s like to be in the “Nothing Special” area but being gifted is no walk in the park as the cartoon suggests. We both face challenges; they are different challenges, but they are both challenges.
This is so accurate.
“It was pounded into my brain every day of my life from the moment I started school that I had to be perfect, and if I wasn’t perfect it was the result of some character flaw.” god thank you
I got this shit a lot in school too. I always scored in the top 1% of my state on standardized tests on math and science, and top 5% for all other subjects, and so the teachers always expected me to do perfectly in class. I cant count how many times I got ridiculed in front of the entire class for not doing homework, despite the fact that half the class also didn’t do it. I was always told ‘You have no reason to not be getting an A in this class’, especially in math and science because I was especially good at that. I have ADHD and only now am working on getting an official diagnosis, because everyone believed I was just lazy in class and at home.
I also was pressured in music. I joined the orchestra when I was in 3rd or 4th grade because playing viola seemed fun. But I got really good really fast, and by the time I started 7th grade, I had been scouted by the Madison Youth Symphony Orchestra. I had no say, my mother and teacher went above my head and got me a tutor for private lessons, and I was told they expected me to start rehearsing with the others within a few months. I visited one of the orchestras rehearsals once, everyone was at least 3 years older than me and it was a very strict atmosphere. So at the end of 8th grade, I quit, pretending playing was making my wrists hurt. I still regret it, but I didn’t want another thing in my life that I was expected to be perfect at…
I got high enough ACT scores to get into any college I wanted, but my grades were barely passing, except for the few classes that had little-to-no homework, and one class where the teacher recognized that I actually knew the material and excused me from the homework…
But yea I have a really bad perfection complex now which sucks.
finderoftheinternetorder
replied to your post “Yep ok I unfriended her. Not dealing with her bs. I told my neighbor…”
Good, I agree with your neighbor, it’s for the best.
…I think she told him not to talk to me anymore, cause he wouldn’t answer his door when I knew he was home and he didn’t answer my skype message I sent him after, either.
Just because he agrees with me after all, doesn’t necessarily mean he wont stop talking to me if she threatens to break up with him if he does. TBH that would be really shitty of her if she did, she knows hes the only person I can really talk to about some of my issues… but apparently she didn’t like me much anyways. Told me I was nosy and should mind my own business, and I was loud and annoying to be around. =.= Wish she said that like 2 years ago so I didn’t bother investing myself into this friendship.
So I think I just managed to lose my last two real friends in my area in one night and completely destroy the support system I had been trying to build for myself. Nice.
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