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As some of you may have seen, I recently found an old bracelet of mine. This has caused a whole flood of memories, which I would like to share. spoiler trans person being bullied, hospital
I remember making bracelets pre puberty with my sister, and loving it. I'd make rubber band bracelets and bead ones. I loved wearing them, until I was teased for wearing one (I vividly remember the color it was, my favorite at the time) and it being a girly thing to do. I stopped wearing and making them after that. Later, as a teen, I remember feeling so much (what I know now) gender envy towards girls for wearing them. I remember being in the hospital later then this, and feeling (again what I know now) gender euphoria from getting to wear one. I could not explain it at the time but I just loved wearing that thing. I might still have one somewhere around here. And now, here that old bracelet from before puberty is, as I prepare myself to come out and transition.
sad memories but feel good about them now
Also I found some of the beads I used to use to make bracelets with, plan on making another with them. :::
Anyway that's enough posting from me for tonight, good night I love all of you.
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I used to have my hair long in high school, and my sister kept saying I looked like a school shooter and bullied me into cutting it.A few years ago, my school was having a cultural fair thing, and there was a bead jewelry station. I sat down and started putting together a necklace, and the students were like "oh, it's so sweet that you're making that for your wife! ❤️" And I was like, "Nah, this is for me. She doesn't like jewelry" lol
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The way school shootings/shooters are talked about is genuinely awful and so toxic, I'm so sorry she did that.Nini
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That's sweet, i have a similar story were i bought my mom a necklace as a kid that weirdly intrigued me when i picked it up at the store and after coming out many years later she gave it to me as a gift. It can be really healing to make experiences like that.