Crazy Problems/Queer Problems

Me, considering clothes to wear each day:

Also me, assessing my gender. 

Of struggling to make my therapist understand what I’m trying to say:

(and I feel she must be intentionally misunderstanding me).

Me, when I prance by a fellow Ikea shopper who looks at my hairy legs, the rest of my body, and gives me serious shady eye.

The first time therapy crosses your mind:

And also:

But then:

So:

At this point, let me present to you...

The 15 Steps of Calling Around Looking for a Therapist:

1. Admit how much this sucks. 

2.Just breathe, and hit dial.

3. Anxiously wait for someone to pick up.  

4. Leave an awkward voicemail and then internally berate yourself for being so awkward. 

5. Wait to hear back from someone. Anyone.

6. When you get someone on the phone, try not to sound too desperate, but not too nonchalant. 

7. Find out the therapist on your insurance’s provider list is actually out of network.

8. Find out that therapist’s fees.

9. Get interrupted by coworkers.

10. Repeat.

11. Second-guess everything.

12. But then find someone in your network who is taking new patients.

13. Make an appointment.

14. Finish like a boss and give yourself credit for taking this step.

15. Know I’m proud of you.

(Inspired by and dedicated to the amazing and wonderfully supportive BHG)

Hearing the guy next to me about the pharmacy ask about his trazodone refill

Look at us, taking our meds!

On the outside, trying not to say anything:

On the inside, nothing to say:

A crew cut can solve a lot of #ButchProblems and other #QueerProblems, or at least reduce some compulsory barrette-wearing.

The pharmacist basically shouts, and I'm like

About finding men's clothes:

My hips don't lie.

When I didn’t read that book my therapist told me to. Her:

Me:

Doesn’t laugh at my joke:

(Something something vulnerability, etc.)

“So someone can just decide to change their sex without any evidence?!” 

When all I need is a clipper cut, but the salon assistant looks at my body and says “Oh, sorry, we don’t have anyone today who can cut women’s hair.”

That “bathroom bills” and the “debate” on transpeople peeing is horrifying:

Then she clarifies she just strongly prefers the word “restroom” over the crude term “bathroom.”

of famous historical people who likely were bipolar:

But then me during the Vincent Van Gogh episode of Doctor Who:

and teen, and college student being femmeish and so awkward...

My hair is almost invariably pulled back in a pony tail. 

fun, but scary to realize things had gotten a little out of my control.