Ammalythic

Oh, I just saw something quite surprising and wanted to share it here!

I found this old drawing on my old Facebook account by coincidence. I did it in 2013, I didn't know I was a Norwegian troll yet (I had my awakening in 2017).

Now, look at what the little character who was to represent me looks like (the girl in the saroual pants who plays the diabolo)... Yes, she has troll ears and a troll tail!

It's so amazing to find things like this! It proves to me more and more my identity which, even still hidden at the time, was already very real in my unconscious!

[Sorry for my bad English, I'm French. I do my best]

My oldest memories date from my 5 years.

I remember my last year of kindergarten. During this period, I had a "click" compared to other children my age. I quickly felt out of step. First of all because my way of defending myself was very childish but also because I was a clumsy, hypersensitive, anxious, nervous, anxious, obsessive, maybe even having a certain dyspraxia. I was diagnosed much later with Asperger's.

It is true that, since my elementary school, I have always had the role of the "scapegoat". I couldn't integrate myself. They called me "the plague". I was the contagious beast that you should never approach.

I do not know the exact origin of these mockery (which lasted until college). I have always been stigmatized by others without ever really understanding why. I wasn’t an unhappy kid though, it was just like that and that’s all, "fatality". Sometimes I was jealous of well-integrated people but nothing more.

Many children have been subjected to bullying at school. Many children have been stigmatized, described as "bizarre" or "different". And, while this is absolutely terrible, other children have experienced sexual assault. Not all of them, however, began to identify as creatures. No, in reality, something happened in my head. In fact, I began to consider myself "non-human." Maybe because of the stigma, maybe because of the disgust of the human being, or whatever.

After all, in my stories, humans always played the role of villains. At that time, I was already clearly saying to myself "I am not a human". I thought I was some kind of alien sent to Earth, on a mission or something like that. It must, among other things, explain my difference from other kids. I don't know if I really believed it, but I know I wanted to believe it. I thought I was close to Adi / Adibou, an alien character from a French video game / children's series.

I remember, at the end of the lessons, I explained to my "best friend" that my father secretly built a rocket to bring me back to my real planet.

In primary school, I started to read many fictions. Harry Potter being my favorite (especially fantastic creatures). I read about witches, fairies, vampires, dragons and werewolves. I felt like they could understand me better than anyone.

I particularly liked the comic strip "Witch". In this fiction, there is a “Metamonde” named “Méridian” populated by “hideous” but nice creatures. I felt good reading these stories and made up my life there, accompanied by these benevolent monsters.

My favorite scene was obviously the one where the professor turns into a monster: her true form.

So I saw my creatures like this: Often green/brown skin, troll or elf ears, triangles on the coat, fangs, claws, often horns and a long tail.

I invented for them a new way of life, more wild and animal (because in this book, the beings of Méridian live as in the Middle Ages). I was this kind of alien from an alternative world, I also saw myself with a lion or cat tail. My imaginary diet consisted of insects, snakes, fruits and berries.

I saw myself living in a cave or a burrow (or a house like that of the Barbapapas / Teletubbies) and I developed a passion for digging in the ground. Listening to the song “dig a tunnel” (The Lion King 3), watching “The Magic School bus” or reading “My adventure under the ground” (French children's book) giving me real well-being and a feeling of inexplicable complicity with the characters. So, my aliens liked to play in the mud, get dirty, dig, collect insects and molluscs, just like me.

  Our way of life was simple, a bit like Peter Pan's “lost boys”. The group behaviors were mainly animal (body, ear and tail position) and play and behave like animals (in one of my “fictions”, I said that the aliens bit their tails to play) .

Mine wore a simple loincloth, clothes didn't matter (just like for me in "real life".)

I remember a few anecdotes about my aliens: I imagined their daily life before sleeping or whenever I had time.

I don't prefer to go into details. I just remember that I had two imaginary best friends and I visualized them in our world as soon as possible. We had a special treasure, made up of spiders, snakes, insects, bones, feathers and snake molts, something that wicked human villains. My creatures could speak "human" but it was extremely painful for them.

Subsequently, I invented all kinds of stories of humans "not quite human" but these "aliens" were the first.

When I was 9 years old, I started to lock myself up mentally, to live only in my head. I discussed my creatures with my friends, my need to see them, to imagine their suffering as an outlet One of the girls spoke about it - at school - in the canteen, in front of all the students. I was so ashamed that I erased my texts with white corrector before tearing them up and throwing them in the trash (something I bitterly regret today).

Right after entering school, I reconciled with my mental critters and tried to accept them. During an alien-themed drawing assignment, I was shocked to see myself having a bad grade when I had a strong feeling of having shown the "absolute truth".

I also created a fiction about my aliens, to explain on the internet how they exist. Then I was ashamed, I was afraid of mockery, so I erased everything (I'm even more disappointed now).

When I was 12, I experienced the most incredible trip, that of visiting Norway. I saw the troll figurines, the songs, the landscapes and it was a revelation: I was also a troll, from the start! Everything matched: The physical, the way of living, the habitat, the food, the animality ... EVERYTHING! I later had this strong feeling of having an invisible tail and ears that only trolls could also see.

Small comparison between the creature of my 5 years and that with which I identify myself today:

Then, over time, I moved away from the trolls, I developed - badly influenced by "friends" - that I had to be a much more powerful and fierce creature, like a vampire or a werewolf. I was lost, turning sometimes to angels, sometimes to wizards: I was magic and non-human, it was obvious.

Screen capture from one of my blogs in 2011 (in French)

Translation : “I always felt a little different from others but for me all the weird phenomena I was going through were part of me! I thought everyone was like this! Then one day, I realized that what was happening to me was strange. I was a little panicked and asked on the internet if it was okay to act like this. Two people made me understand that no and that I should not worry because after all, I have always been like this and learning who I am will not change anything. For about a month, they didn't explain the basics to me, what to do and what not to do. Then, little by little, I tried to manage on my own, continuing to ask them for advice from time to time.” (2011)

Translation : “I’m a creature of the night, half animal half human “ (2011)

Traduction : "I am very close to nature, the forest is my favorite place. I feel close to plants and animals, maybe even more than human beings, I think. I am more animal than human." (2011)  "I feel different from other humans, I feel more like a 'forest human'. I feel constantly connected with nature and animals. I feel closer to animals (especially wolves and foxes) than men. Sometimes I feel like I can go so far as to lose control: I attack, I bite, I claw. Humans probably see me as a monster. " (2011)

See the movie Twilight played on my animality (I was young, too). And many people tried to convince me that I was an overpowered werewolf ...

Then I discovered the otherkins community in 2012, after very long researches to discover myself, I was disturbed by this resemblance. I then turned to therianthropy and the European badger, abandoning this "troll" side that was also in me ...

So today, I search over and over for ancient writings that would have survived. I'm trying to find bridles from my non-human childhood.

The troll must also be seen as a pillar of my existence. A pillar that, unfortunately, that I absolutely don’t assume ...

[Sorry for my bad English, I’m French. I do my best]

A slap.

I got a slap.

A monumental slap. A glass of ice water in the figure.

Last night, during my weekly search for new movies to watch, I came across the magnificent - as it appeared - film "Border" by Ali Abbasi. A fantastic work that mixes drama and thriller. The movie is very dark, violent, very impressive by its "gore" side and very focused on sexuality (TW note: it also speaks of the fight against pedophilia, with very raw scenes). Unique and bizarre. It immediately caught my interest, the trailer even more.

The heroine of this movie? Tina, an atypical, "ugly" woman with a wild heart. His gaze and his actions demonstrated the strong animality that flowed through his veins. She quickly became a "customs guard" by her infallible instinct to sense the intentions of passers-by. She couldn't help but feel the different individuals and their luggage, in the astonished eyes of all. She knows how to recognize the smell of shame, guilt, rage, hate ...

Tina is animal. Her animality wants to go out, let her growl on the dogs that attack him, play with insects and mud, or feed on worms. But she can't help it. The look and opinion of other humans is too important to her.

So it is like that, a creature trapped in a human body. Standards established by society that prevent it from existing.

[The following paragraphs are likely to spoil you the film, do not read if you plan to watch it.]

Without lying to you, I recognized myself terribly in the character of Tina. I understand its "beastly" aspect and its savagery. This feeling, since childhood, of not being completely "human" that I share with her.

That's not all.

Tina meets a man, Vore. As different and ugly as she is.

Vore allows itself to exist, to let its inner creature express itself in broad daylight. Hands in the mud, he growls, rumbles, sniffs loudly, screams, squeals of submission. He is animal. He is alive.

Vore will teach Tina to accept and live her animality. Two lovers running naked in the woods, feeding on larvae, bathing in the river, playing like animals, reproducing without shame or embarrassment in the forest. Also close to animals, they have an intimate proximity to flora and fauna, like children of nature.

This is how the crucial moment comes. The scene that took my breath away. The extract which will remain engraved in my mind.

Vore announces to Tina that they are Scandinavian trolls.

Yes. Like me, I must admit. Trolls.

The heroin was already sticking to my skin. 

So I saw myself again, as a child, acting (or wanting to act) as the main characters in this work. Feel this animality so impressive by its similarity.

Troll. It has been a while since I wanted to deny this identity. I didn't want to be an otherkin or whatever. I did not accept this part of me. I even tried to "suppress" my feelings and my ghost limbs. But there, I watch this movie... And, BAAAM, it crashes in my face. Without asking anything.

I remembered being that poor child disturbed by her own animality that kept growing in my house. I was wild. I am wild. Wild like Tina and Vore. Two being with the human body but having a “spirit” of Scandinavian trolls. Whether I like it or not, everything made sense, I had to accept it. I am too a troll.

My heart was pounding. I even had a little backward movement.

I had the feeling that this movie ... represented me. As if it was designed for me. I don't really believe in magic or esotericism very much but I am amazed. So many coincidences. So many surprises. My vision of alter-humanity is rather psychological, neurological ... and yet. I was fascinated.

I no longer knew where to put myself. Both intrigued and uncomfortable finding my strange behavior on the screen.

I saw them like that, acting like non-human creatures. Playing like beasts. I wanted to follow them, get away from home on all fours. Running barefoot, sniffing the soft earth, letting go of all my animality. I wanted to stick my claws in the clay, play with my partner to bite his tail gently, even "mark my territory". I'm made to groan, spit, howl. Eat insects that disgust humans. Animality. It's not just a game, it's what I am.

I was also able to learn more about the trolls and their behavior. I realize - again - how much I resemble them. It's not just about 2-3 details that suit me, no. A very complex set of deep feelings - present since childhood - and acts that make me a Norwegian troll (like my panic fear of lightning).

Whether shifts or phantom limbs. But yes, I didn't want to be a Norwegian troll. I tried to erase these feelings as well as possible. But there, I was faced with an obviousness.

Even my feeling of "lack of lion tail" was present in this movie. The heroes had a similar tail but were maimed by malicious humans. I don't like being touched, touched or caressed where I should have had a tail.

To conclude, I was at the same time stunned, shocked and at the same time amazed by this work. It's not my favorite movie, no. But the way in which we discover these complex characters, as well as their beastly and instinctive side, touched me enormously. I wanted to make this article because, despite my desire to remove this "otherkin" part of me, I know it more than ever:

I am indeed a troll.

[Sorry for my bad English, I’m French. I do my best]

I am an otherkin. I’m a norwegian troll.

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It's funny to say that now. Realize the truth and finally admit it.

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I realize that my awakening is not that recent. It’s like I’ve known this since I was a little girl. These kid's feelings and instincts that resurface.

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Today I remember this "alien" creature I thought I was as kid. These childhood reveries where I thought the aliens would come looking for me on Earth. I would have been born on the wrong planet with the wrong body or something like that ...

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Is this related to my autism? Probably. Is this related to my trauma? Probably. Is this a reason not to take into account my atypical identity? Certainly not.

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I have moments when I am nostalgic for my childhood, daydreams that played an important role in my identity construction. I remember these drawings of a little girl where I told how my world was, the meadows, the forests, the rivers and especially its inhabitants. Little monsters with elf ears and lion tails. Nordic miniature creatures, belly plump, fur on the skin. Where the animal is.

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Because of the illness, I lived a long time with sadness and worry. Little lonely child that I was, enclosed in its shell, I thought of my creature constantly.

I visualized my people and my universe. Constantly, constantly… I felt like I had this tail, these claws and these fangs, this feeling of being "elsewhere" and my animal reflexes. I had no words yet to explain this powerful feeling of not being completely human.

I tried to keep a journal on them, on my aliens. I was small class. I stopped my diary after three days, because of mockery during the canteen. And that, in front of the whole class. My creatures are not standardized enough, according to the opinions. They are weird, dirty and disgusting. I think, otherwise, that they are rather free and not enclosed in boxes.

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It was only during my trip to Norway, when I was about 12 years old, that I discovered the term that perfectly suited my feelings. Troll. Norwegian or Scandinavian troll. Rare and animal creature.

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Today, I make my animality something creative: drawing, writing, making music and let go of my deepest instincts.

I think back to my "child self" and I would like to go back in time to tell it to live, to stop feeling guilty for its feeling of non-humanity, to discover itself fully troll. 

Enjoy for life!

When I draw my trolls on my sketchbook, when they make them happy, I draw them as musicians, clawed paws tapping log drums, I feel alive. I look at the sky filled with orange lanterns and I smile at them, in a moment where sadness and joy are mixed. I almost feel like I believe in their existence. Nostalgia for an ancient lost world. Poor autistic child.

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I hear the trolls singing in unison. Rhythm in the flesh, real musicians. They howl from the bottom of their being. I hear the trolls howling like the arctic fox howls. Hush. He comes and goes, sneaks, wild, animal and fantastic. It is the echo of sounds in the night, in the forest, the mountains and the mountains. It makes so much sense to me. Listen…

Can you hear it?

[Sorry for my bad English. I’m French. I do my best]

I'm here.

On the deck of the boat in the direction of Lapland, passing through Norway for an excursion.

I look at the sea that drags on the horizon. I'm shivering. It is getting seriously cold. My simple sweater will not be enough for this trip. You can hardly believe that it is summer ...

I take a puff of my cigarette. I blow. The weather is freezing but a deep heat invades my body. I breathe in and take another puff. My mind is lost in the freezing wind. I can see the mountains in the distance, the grass and the trees around it.

I can feel it, that's it, I went home.

After all this time.

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Today, 11 a.m. The boat comes to dock. I'm impatient.

The day before, my heart was filled with excitement and anxiety at the same time. I had a lump in my throat and butterflies in my stomach. Strangely, both at the same time. My brain was drowned in questioning. "What if this childhood dream is nothing but disillusionment? If my animal heart is not transported like the last time? If the trolls are not as present as in my memories? ”

So many mixed feelings.

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Finally comes the moment of truth. Because today is a great day.

Here we are again, long-awaited Norway…

I rush out of the boat.

The landscape is breathtaking. Really. So much so that I do not yet realize that I am trembling with cold. The mountains seem endless, they surround the sea like a small cocoon. The weather is cloudy and humid. I like the mist, it brings a side of mystery with all this luxuriant vegetation. It's raining but just a little. The sun warms us with its weak rays.

I feel good, I feel like my heart is going to explode. Everything is as in my memories. I even feel my phantom tail sway in contentment. I’ve never been as troll as today.

We walk a bit, my sisters, my parents and me. We are in a village, we pass by small cottages full of charm. The street is paved and cars are really rare.

I expected to see, maybe a few things related to the trolls. Nothing more.

But.. I jump!

Entire stores were filled with various items on Norwegian trolls!!! 

I was in heaven. A little tear run down my cheek. Between the local products, the trolls were eyeing me. I got three books (in French), two figurines, a keychain and a soft toy.

Small creatures of the common people, drooping ears, wide feet, coarse hair and the famous cow's tail.

After sacrificing my vacation budget. We returned to the boat. A day at sea follows. We will go for a walk the next day.

Even further. Even further north. Still in Norway.

I'm only waiting for that…

I am not always like children's story trolls.

Oh no.

I am not that being with rounded ears, short tail and broken teeth. In fact, to tell you the truth, my ears are wide and hairy. My tail grazes the floor. Just to name a few.

I am not, either, this monster with 3 heads which devours disobedient children. In fact, Norwegians have never really seen trolls, so they imagine and caricature them. A bit like fairies or Santa Claus. They sometimes approach reality.

They like to dream of hideous trolls, sometimes tiny or giant, naive or mean. I'm not that kind of troll.

And, I know what my real trolls look like, in my heart, in my feelings. I'm a Maiyorn. I am a Norwegian troll, indeed. But I am sometimes different from the beings of the Scandinavian legends perceived by humans.

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I recently bought troll figures. It’s fun to see how people can perceive me. How grotesque and ridiculed we are. I even felt like I was seen as a ridiculous beast. But I take it for fun.

In the end, that's how it is, I see myself as those people who feel like vampires who accumulate stuffed bats ... Or my quilin friend who collects unicorns / pegasus "white-horse-with-wings-and -one-horn ”(wink).

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Of all my troll books, only three represent me 100% faithfully. A movie too. I find a lot of similarities - here and there - in the other books, but they don't define me 100%. It's a shame. But it's better than nothing. In these books, everything suits me: Their body, their outfit, their way of life, their pack, their places of life ...

Despite these differences, I know that I am truly a troll in my heart. Not a huldra, not an elf, not an alien. I feel it deep inside. In my guts. Despite all these differences. I like being a troll. These beings make me so happy ... and even help me wake up in the morning. I know who I am at the bottom of my being, what could be better?

I'm a troll, maybe not like in children's stories but a troll anyway.

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And you, how do you perceive your creature according to tales and legends?

[Sorry for my bad English, I’m French. I do my best]

It was the day of my first awakening.

My very first trip to Norway…

I was 12 years old but I remember it like it was yesterday.

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I was in this boat in the direction of Norway. The gigantic mountains formed an immense hollow where the boat could dock. The weather was humid, slightly rainy and terribly foggy. We took a boat to throw ink on this green island.

It was good, the sky gave off a pleasant smell of damp earth, the weather was mild.

It’s the first time I’ve felt so… wild. I was sniffing the fresh lawn. A real breath of fresh air.

I dare say it: I felt at home.

Once in stopover, I returned during the entire excursion, I felt like a humanoid animal. I walked on tiptoe breathing in around me. It was brand new as a feeling. I was alive, incredibly alive. I felt a long feline tail and loose ears. At least I imagined it with all my heart.

Our travel guide told us about local legends, elves and gnomes. She sang to us in her mother tongue, she made me live these tales. Daydream. I was hanging from her lips.

She explained to us that their land was populated by tiny, medium and giant clever trolls. You didn't have to pick up pebbles because they were rock trolls at dawn… just during the day.

(Listening only to my gut, I picked up a few stones and hid them in my rain boots. To my great despair, they won't turn into trolls after dark.)

This trip was transforming me, I had discovered a new side in me, something ... animal. The feeling of non-humanity had already been there for a long time ... But something was born that day.

I even surprised myself to look at myself in the mirror, my nose raised to examine if fangs were pushing me. Also see if my eyes were changing color. Young and naive otherkin on the alert that I was. I thought there were surely others like me, with invisible ears and tail. Was I, perhaps, too, a troll?

I bought a little troll plush at a market. She looks like a human except for her haircut, elf ears and lion tail. She looks like me in a way. It was different from all my other stuffed animals.

So I started to take an interest in myths, vampires, werewolves, elves ...

This is how my first research started as a otherkin.

[Sorry for my bad English, I’m French. I do my best]

According to real legends about trolls and my non-human feeling ...

/!\ The Maiyorn are an “imaginary” breed of Norwegian trolls. They describe at best what I live as a troll, with common points but also specific features of their own. /!\

The physical !

Trolls are known to be giant or tiny humanoid creatures. Mine are in between and are about three feet tall. Their skin is very pale and come from Nordic countries. As in the legends, they often have shaggy hair or long hair. Very short cuts are extremely rare. Their hair is light, the same for the eyes. Blond, light brown or red are the most common colors.

This creature has four fingers on its hand in Norway… unlike those in Sweden / Iceland where they have five. Little claw at their fingertips to dig a den or to defend themselves.

The Maiyorn have a long dorsal mane in their back.

Their hairy ears are pointed like those of the elves but also heavier and drooping. They hear better than any human being.

The troll has a long pulpit tail which is bushy at the end. It looks like a lion or cow tail. The Maiyorn can control it: it expresses their emotions (as for felines or canids). Each feeling has its own pattern of movements. Be careful, it attracts lightning (a phobia for a troll!)

Different types of horns can be on their foreheads. They are more generally small horns of goats but can become identical to that of a bull / goat (it all depends on the individual). They can also be non-existent.

In their mouths are small fangs. In some cases, the teeth of the lower jaw may protrude slightly. This is much much rarer than in science fiction.

The troll also has an excellent smell, like that of a pig truffle. Some trolls are said to have a snout instead of the nose.

In my case, the Maiyorn are dressed in damaged and "handmade" clothes. They love colorful clothes!

In Scandinavian legends, the trolls are often perceived as hideous with the face covered with warts. In my case, the Maiyorn have a naive and childish face.

The behaviour !

Trolls are nocturnal and twilight creatures, they like to live at night.

They live in burrows (like foxes and badgers), in tree hollows or in caves. They have affinities for the mountains and the forest.

Trolls live in clans. They are very social and protective with each other, but also with other creatures of the forest (including animals but not humans). The Maiyorns prank each other, play music, roll in the mud and sleep piled up until the sun goes down. They are the very definition of animality (and oppose humanity in many cases).

Like all trolls, they feed on fruits and berries, small prey (snails, rodents and fish) as well as various insects.

Contrary to popular belief, trolls are also benevolent, peaceful, gentle, pranksters, very curious and naive. They are also more afraid of humans than humans are afraid of them. they have good character but sometimes have difficulty controlling their anger. You must absolutely not make yourself an enemy!

In legends, trolls can hibernate or overwinter (sleep only a few weeks in a semi-deep sleep) ...

Although close to homo-sapiences, the troll remains very animal and wild. They are beings endowed with speech (and conscience) certainly, but animals all the same. In my case, the Maiyorn purr, bark, squeak, snap fangs, grow their tail and dorsal mane or sniff like animals. They are very wild, like "human beasts". Like critters, they mark their territory, howl to recognize themselves, scratch the ground and greedily feed on worms.

Trolls like to sleep, against each other to keep themselves warm, but not more than enough.

Trolls are said to turn to stone in the light of day. My Maiyorns can change into stone but only voluntarily (if humans notice them, they pretend to be simple stones…). They avoid going out during the day so as not to be noticed.

Magic !

Legends want trolls to have the ability to change into various animals but also into plants, mosses, lichens, rocks ... My clan of Maiyorn specialize in European badgers (my theriotype, suddenly).

It is even said that some trolls (especially females) have mastered magic, are making potions and can heal small wounds.

Trolls are quite superstitious and believe in the power of grigris and amulets.

Finally, most trolls are able to communicate with animals. Although they have their own language, they can imitate the voice of a human being.

This is what he is up to with the perception of trolls in our Scandinavian lands, and the way I perceive

Maiyorns : my identity.

[Sorry for my bad English, I’m French. I do my best]

Because I need to speak and share my bizarre world;

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This blog will be like a piece of my world, a part of my universe that I decide to implant on the net.

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I want to make this place my territory, a place trampled by my Maiyorn footprints. A safe place, conducive to meeting. Where I could share my atypical existence without necessarily being singled out, judged or blamed.

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I’m an alter-human, I’m an otherkin, I can only say that. I deeply identify with the Norwegian troll. Scandinavian creature belonging to the common people (elves, fairies, gnomes ...). Neither tiny nor gigantic, it has large drooping elf ears, shaggy hair, small retractable horns, a bushy ridge on the back, hair on the elbows and knees, and a lion tail.

According to traditional myths, this creature very close to nature, is able to change into various animals. Others also tell of the possibility of turning into plants or rocks told by Norwegian legends. This being lives in a clan, halfway between humanity and savagery. This creature is animal. Trolls like to play music by the fireside, eat bugs, prank themselves, or even sleep on top of each other in a hollow tree. They represent the silent force of nature, fauna and flora. The troll is more beast than human, even if it has attributes specific to homo sapiens.

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I am a troll, I am a Maiyorn. It is probably strange and stupid, but it is reality. Trolls have a bad reputation on the internet.

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This is my secret garden which I would like to share, curiously, with all of you. A place where autism, physical and mental illnesses, neuroatypias, neurodivergence and alter-human identity will not be a source of mockery. Where I can freely reveal myself without being overwhelmed with hateful and psychophobic messages - we will try -. Other people are probably going through all of these things, maybe a little like me; however, my writings are not absolute truth. I express my feelings, my experience, my pleasures and fears in my own way and they are not, in any case, an absolute reality for all people with asparagus / epilepsy / having an anxiety disorder / panic, suffering from OCD and post stress -traumatic etc.

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I will speak under the name of Ammalie; a 25-year-old French girl, identifying herself as a Norwegian troll based on her experiences, felling, environement, childhood, trauma, epilepsie etc. etc. I would speak sometimes of my passions, sometimes of my feelings. I will accompany my articles with anecdotes, personal opinions and sometimes even "rant".

Obviously, this tumblr will deal mainly with my atypical identity. And if you didn't understand anything; this blog is for you.

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On that, enjoy your reading. Welcome again. Feel free to leave your mark too.