Venting i hate being treated like i'm subhuman.

[apassingmoment]

I feel like a pariah. every time i go outside i get the nastiest stares from everyone around me. socializing is a nightmare. i know i dont pass, i should expect to be treated like this and yet it still hurts every time i overhear a kid asking their parents if im a boy or a girl, or when the old ladies at thrift shops and supermarkets look at me like i'm the devil. or when someone in a jacked up truck revs their engine at me while i'm walking past.

I am a person, i have feelings, i have an internal world like the rest of them. why cant they see it? why do they feel the need to take time out of their day to make sure i know that they know and hate me for it?

tldr; being trans in rural america is a nightmare existence that i cant end soon enough.

 

[yotaka]

I'm so sorry. I wish the world was a kinder place. Sending you love, friend.

 

[whywere]

You are a kind and thoughtful soul and to have a collective of morons give you grief is just unbelievable.

We are ALL in this together and everyone has something special to give to themselves and society and such narrow-minded behavior is not only so negative, but what does it accomplish? NOTHING!

I, like most everyone, has had to be exposed to such garbage and one thing that I will say, is that in my experience, I can away from it stronger in my beliefs and that a few little-minded morons would never ever get to me.

Always remember that there is Karma, and YES, I so believe in it. In my over 70 years on this planet, I have seen it time and time again where folks who were so damn mean somewhere down the road of life got it back twice over and, in your situation, so will those that are so damn ignorant.

HUGE hugs, love and kind thoughts to you, and you are a good friend and family member here always.

Sunny skies to you!

Walter

 

[disgustedbyhumanity]

yep, this is relatable. i also feel like a pariah. ive been bullied nearly everywhere ive went. btw sorry if this comes off as me comparing or something, that is not my intention. im trying to say you're not alone by showing we all have pain.

 

[Crematoryy]

Me sinto uma pária. Toda vez que saio de casa, recebo olhares desagradáveis de todos ao meu redor. Socializar é um pesadelo. Sei que não me encaixo nos padrões de gênero, que deveria esperar ser tratada assim, mas ainda dói toda vez que ouço uma criança perguntando aos pais se sou menino ou menina, ou quando as senhoras em brechós e supermercados me olham como se eu fosse o diabo. Ou quando alguém em uma caminhonete tunada acelera o motor para mim enquanto estou passando.

Sou uma pessoa, tenho sentimentos , tenho um mundo interior como todos os outros. Por que eles não conseguem ver isso? Por que sentem necessidade de perder tempo do seu dia para garantir que eu saiba que eles sabem disso e me odeiam por isso?

Resumindo: ser trans na zona rural dos Estados Unidos é um pesadelo que mal posso esperar para que acabe.

Na sociologia humana, a aparência é tudo o que importa. Os seres humanos são guiados por pistas visuais. Em milissegundos, as pessoas fazem julgamentos subconscientemente. É por isso que declarei guerra contra esta existência, contra mim mesmo e contra todos. julgamentos subconscientemente. É por isso que declarei guerra contra esta existência, contra mim mesmo e contra todos.

I feel like a pariah. every time i go outside i get the nastiest stares from everyone around me. socializing is a nightmare. i know i dont pass, i should expect to be treated like this and yet it still hurts every time i overhear a kid asking their parents if im a boy or a girl, or when the old ladies at thrift shops and supermarkets look at me like i'm the devil. or when someone in a jacked up truck revs their engine at me while i'm walking past.

I am a person, i have feelings, i have an internal world like the rest of them. why cant they see it? why do they feel the need to take time out of their day to make sure i know that they know and hate me for it?

tldr; being trans in rural america is a nightmare existence that i cant end soon enough.

In human sociology, appearance is all that matters. Human beings are guided by visual cues. In milliseconds, people subconsciously make judgments. That's why I declared war against this existence, against myself, and against everyone.