nemmybun [she/her, sae/saer]

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Cake day: August 22nd, 2022

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  • self harm, suicide

    Yesterday I noticed something about my electrolysis tech. She was working on my chin with my head turned towards her. In the strong light from the work lamp, I saw her scars. Hesitation marks running down her wrists and a larger scar down her vein. The sight melted into my subconscious as I was distracted by our chatting and the irritation of the needle.

    That evening, my mind wandered back to that memory and I broke down. I cried for the pain she endured to get to this point, for all those who struggled like her and who carry those same scars. For those who took that path and didn't make it through; those I once knew and those I'll never have a chance to. For those crushed under the weight this fucking inhuman patriarchal capitalist system that grinds us down for daring to seek our humanity outside the rigid gender boundaries we were thrust into before we can even fully conceive ourselves.

    The emotions are overwhelming. There's melancholy but also fury. I want to make things better but I don't know how. I feel small and utterly powerless within this endless storm of suffering.

    It's a small gesture but maybe next week I'll ask her if she wants to hang out some time outside of our appointments. I thought about doing it before because we gel pretty well but didn't because I was worried about the tech/client relationship making that inappropriate or awkward to bring up. But I dunno. I'm probably just overthinking things as usual. She's been more and more friendly every time I see her so I don't think she'd be put off by my asking. Even if she declines, I'm hoping she feels valued. We all deserve that much.

























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