The Queen of the Unitatos

easy to pronounce, even for children (though kids 4 & younger may pronounce it more like "mayd" or "maygh")

ONE SYLLABLE!!! ("individual" is too goddamn LONG.) you have to be able to say it quickly and casually

ends in a soft vowel sound, so it'll flow right into the next word ("ind" halts the whole sentence)

fits neatly into the existing structure as a relative of master/mistress that can be abbreviated down to an m and one other letter

distinct enough that it can't be mistaken for either gendered term (if you call me mix I'll kill you. it sounds like miss with extra steps)

wizard.

drawbacks:

there aren't any

They went NUTS for it! Not only did they love it, but there was an immediate click in understanding about they/them pronouns *from the entire cohort* that I haven’t experienced in 3 years of programming.

And linking it back to the root words Mister and Missus as OP so wonderfully provided helped establish that using they/them or neopronouns isn’t just playing around or “Miss but different” the way it can be with Mx. I used to try to go by Teacher Day because I was still getting she/her’d all the time but that also came with the problems of the students only being able to see me in the role of Teacher and being intimidated by the educational institution and their grades (I don’t even work for the school I’m external staff I don’t even have WiFi access). And I’d still get she/her’d all the time.

As soon as I introduced Magister they saw that a nonbinary person could be an Adult with a *societal* role outside the binary. It was immediately visible in their ecstatic faces. And I didn’t get misgendered today.

I'm on meds now, and the depression is just? Leaving my body? And I can not express to you all the absolute, all-consuming ✨️rage✨️ this has filled me with. I still have bad days, especially as we're figuring out my meds, but I'm just? Mostly okay? And I now have to process that for most of my life, I've struggled with everything, I self-harmed, I lost friendships, I damaged familial relationships, I missed career opportunities, because no one could be bothered to run blood tests.

All of my symptoms (chronic pain, GI issues, memory issues, severe mental health struggles, tremors, heart palpitations) we're written off as anxiety and I was sent home with a pat on the head. My best friend died, and I missed out on years I could have been by her side because of my ever declining mental health. The praise now means nothing. It wasn't worth it. You don't want there to be a magical cure, because it means that everything you went through was for nothing. That you could have been fixed at any point if the people who are supposed to know this stuff just did their job.

I miss my mental illness. I miss thinking that I just needed the right psychiatrist because that was easier to swallow. There is permanent damage to my body because of the 20 years these diseases have been running rampant through my veins. There's permanent damage to my life because no one listened to my symptoms and actually heard me. Everyone's so nice now, 'wow, that must have been so hard', it fucking WAS, and I got called lazy. I was told I was wasting my potential. That if I just worked out and ate healthy, I'd be fine. That all my my suffering was in my head.

if y’all get this post to 10k until the end of my summer break i’m gonna go back to school with painted nails and maybe eyeliner if i can manage

(please don’t) (please do)

y’all have til the 1st of september, good luck

Ra, God of the Sun