#as trans despite not starting any official transition process for the past eight years
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I keep going back and forth on the topic of where I fall on the allo/aro spectrum, partially because I kind of like. Don't wanna be aro (I'm already trans, queer and autistic with depressive tendencies, I don't need to add another thing to the list)
But another part of it is that even if I am capable of romantic love I probably just wouldn't know, because I already don't really know what platonic love feels like? And I'm not saying I can't love anything or anything like that it's just. Like many other emotions, I kind of have to retroingeneer it, sort of
I know I love my cats, not because I feel a surge of Something when I look at them, but because it makes me smile when they do something cute—my face knows what I'm feeling in those moments, I'm not sure I do. I know I love them because when Pouet died I cried every day for a month and I still cry sometimes, when I think about her. I know I love my cats because my brain keeps lighting up with fear signals when they're sleeping and I don't immediately see their chest move as they breathe.
I know what anxiety feels like, I know what anger feels like (when it explodes), I know what depression feels like because I dealt with them for so long I learned to recognize their physical symptoms! If these emotions didn't leave specific signals in my body then I'm not sure I'd know what they are.
And the thing is... I don't really like. Know what love or affection feels like, I think. Yes I can feel myself smile when I speak to certain people, but I also habitually smile at everybody because it makes things easier socially. I know I like people because if they ask me if I want to do an activity I either say yes or I have regrets about saying no.
My point is: I feel like I don't know my emotions so much as I know the buttons they push in my body, so to speak, but the problem about platonic/romantic love is that I can't imagine they make that different a shame, so who's to say which one it is?
It's funny, in a way, that I don't know something like that at my age. It's also really inconvenient, tbh. There's not really a reason for me to think about this rn except sometimes if I meet a cool dude whom I know is gay I wonder for a minute or two what a relationship with him would be like (which I'm going to assume is not that weird a thing to do) and the last time that happened led to, well. Ponderings about romance I guess
Anyway, the tl;Dr is that it took me decades to figure out the emotions I can recognize now, and I've largely approached social interactions with the inner spirit of a wet Chihuahua for most of that time, so how the fuck do I know if I can't identify those because I'm shit at self understanding or because I don't feel them???
Idk, it's complicated
(Tho honestly it would also be a little bit hilarious if after all this shit I landed on nah just aro. Not my preferred option right now but eh xD)
#Matt has a life#Shit from home#BUT ALSO#When I came out as a lesbian it was sort of a logical reasoning#'oh I'm not interested in being in a straight relationship so I mist be a lesbian'#V neutral when you look at it#Whereas figuring out I was trans came with such a wave of like#relief and joy that EVEN I couldn't miss it#it was so strong it's been the cornerstone of getting myself out of anxiety spirals everytime I wondered if I was allowed to identify#as trans despite not starting any official transition process for the past eight years#you would THINK that an accurate label ought to feel like that right?#aro... doesn't#is it prejudice I haven't dealt with? is it bc it's not accurate? is it because my trauma is largely centered on my gender identity#and having suffered less about the romantic spectrum side of things made my reactions less intense?#a mix of all of those? some degree of repression because I'm still not done feeling like if I try to have a presence in people's life I wil#make them uncomfortable and disgusted because I'm some sort of monstrous being?#I sure as shit had no shortage of shame back when I had that coworker of mine that made me blush and stammer and was 5 years younger than m#URGH#Can you tell I don't have a therapist#10n
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