really hate my temperament because i feel so emotionally fragile.
and this is natural or second nature.
nature and my past haunt me constantly and daily.
support groups, reading books, prozac, ativan, meditation. counseling.
counseling could only do so much though.
the counselor can't travel back in time and fix things. physically impossible. no time machine.
the counselor legally can't assign 2000 hours of community service at the Gay Center to the homophobes from San Diego.
the counselor's job requires she follow certain policy. so she can't do certain things.
the counselor can't follow me around 24/7. the counselor is just one person and she can't follow around all the clients that want or need a shadow.
talking only goes so far
"actions speak louder than words"
"loose lips sink ships"
some things, there are no words to describe.
some things, i specifically do not know how to phrase.
if i phrase it, the recipient does not necessarily understand. the recipient might be unreceptive or not believe me.
the speaker only means one definition. all other interpretations are misinterpretations.
when the speaker does not understand, care, and/or believe me, the speaker might respond in unfavorable methods, much worse than i could ever have imagined. and i do not have the emotional agility or social sophistication to answer their response. there might not be a correct answer to their response. if there were a correct answer to the response, they still might not take (accept/tolerate) the answer.
and if the recipient cared, believed me, and understood, then what?
the recipient has only so much authority and power.
for example, if the homophobe that had the nerve to callously tell me off when i came out as trans (gender identity disorder), 2006, San Diego. if that homophobe were to have accepted it, then what? he did not have the power to provide Gender Therapy for Harry Benjamin Standards. he could not have prescribed hormone replacement therapy. he did not have the authority to write lgbt laws. . the most he could have done, in my favor, was what i asked him to do - call me by my "boy's name" and "he". instead of my previous name and "she". and if he were to have used the correct name and pronoun, then what?
whooptie do.
but the unfavorable things he could've done. there is no limit. he could've hired someone to rape me. to his credit he did not. all he did was holler at me on the phone.
"you don't care about anyone except yourself!".
he had the nerve to tell me that my wrongful gender identity was "all in your head". (autism is "all in your head" too).
he told me that i did not identify as trans when i was young. and if i did i would've told him when i was 19 instead of 22. why should i have told him earlier, so he could reject me earlier? 22 is still younger than caitlyn Jenner was when she came out as trans.
thinking about it
obsessing over it
even though that was over 10 years ago
500 miles away
over the phone
for one hour
and since then i have gone crying to professional and volunteer counselors. and they analyzed what he had the nerve to tell me.
sympathy. advice
and et cetera
but nothing anyone could say, correct or wrong, could undue the damage he had the nerve to cause me.
the damage was immediate, permanent, and profound.
and now i feel afraid of trusting anyone.
b/c, before he told me off, he looked like one of the most trustworthy precious lil "people" i had ever interacted with thus far.
obsession
preoccupation
rumination