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nonbinarycharliedalton:

Fun fact! Trans and nonbinary people who choose not to go on hormones, get surgery, etc. are still totally valid! Nonbinary people who choose not to present as “androgynous” are still totally valid! Binary trans people who choose not to present traditionally feminine or masculine based on their gender are still totally valid!

Stop policing everyone’s identity. It isn’t difficult.

westendblues:

please stop calling Black children who have different interests and tastes white

it’s damaging and alienating

avaomod:

[09:24:31 AM] Otters: otters are bedtime, but don’t want to interrupt current scoots siducarilon os jru so so folgoodnight

Fucking wow

mr-leach:

Please watch this video of my cat losing her shit over a spider thanks

Loud noise warning for me flipping out when it comes back to life////

just-for-grins:

If you’re having a bad day here are a few baby animal pictures which surely should cheer you up!  :D

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I slept during the day today but I don’t think I really got a proper rest

I’m gonna go take a nap I think

Man, I gotta figure out a proper sleep schedule @___@

AAAAA Omg I did that to you at Bronycon 2013. I am sooooooo sorry I didn't know ;A;

It’s okay! I know people don’t know, so things happen.

I barely remember that now, though, so clearly it didn’t have a lasting psychological impact. No worries XD

This particular facet of my anxiety is also a big part of why it is so hard for me to ride a bus, or go to a convention, or even go to a crowded store.

It’s inevitable that someone is gonna touch me, probably by accident.

And there’s a good chance it’ll throw me into a panic.

So yeah. I don’t leave the house an awful lot >___>

Like, just to give y’all an idea how bad my uninvited-touch terror is

It’s often happened that my husband will reach out to gently, lovingly touch my shoulder or back, and if I don’t see it coming, I jump or scream or cry. 

Even if we’re the only ones home. Even though I logically know that it must be my husband touching me, and he loves me, and will certainly do me no harm.

It still sends me into a panic.

It’s to the point now where he has learned to announce “Honey, I’m going to touch your back” before doing so in order to keep me from having an anxiety attack.

And this is after nearly two years of therapy and medication for my anxiety.

It seems like a trigger/anxiety/symptom I am just going to have to live with.