Happy 22nd anniversary to the SEGA Dreamcast!
Echo Night is out now for streaming on soundcloud & bandcamp , available on spotify and youtube for streaming soon, enjoy!
i dont wanna be a programmer anymore, i want to be a girl in a fancy dress hand routing wires and cables for railway signaling displays while some smooth jazz plays in the background
yo anyone tryna send me $20 so i can get lunch? 👉👈
You all deserve to be happy and have a good life
Discontinuing a trans person's HRT because they're overdue for an annual appointment rather than just emailing them a reminder is medical transphobia.
HRT meds are not meds we can just stop taking, and that drs have the audacity to do it anyway is some privileged cis BS.
I don't really have a point to sum this up but I just needed to tell this story.
Mostly of all, I wish I had figured out I'm not neurotypical earlier in my life. I didn't really have an opportunity to confront it until I was 22.
Looking back I wish I drew more. Learned to play the piano, made more friendships (I don't have a single friend that I still do from k-12)
I wish I was given the tools to succeed in elementary school.
I wish a lot of things
I often wonder what would have happened if I didn't go to catholic high school. If I was allowed to express myself properly. My entire high school life was wearing one mask or another. College was a disaster due to a breakdown of personality.
I was no longer the wide eyed 13 year old with boundless creativity. I was a 17 year old cynic with a rebellious nature. My attitue towards life had become jaded, only existing to try to break out of the conformity my younger self clung to as a crutch.
I pretended to be someone I wasn't. That personality began to really start to crack in 11th grade when I found a group of friends who let me be me again, even temporarily. By the time I was a senior I had recovered, mostly but the damage ran deep.
I learned to be a model student. I forgot how to draw. How to be a kid. I literally wore a suit to school every day! I also had no friends that I knew at this school. My entire 9th grade I barely remeber doing anything. It was a total blur of a year.
That scared the everloving crap out of me. I spent most of 9th grade being a mouse. I would go to school, take notes, come home, do homework, eat dinner, go to bed. Rinse and repeat.
My grades went from low B's to A's because I never took my nose out of a textbook
But then I got suspended for the second time. My parents decided to made me go to a catholic school to "set me on the straight and narrow" my dad said if I got even a single detention, he'd send me off to military school.
In middle school I was extremely creative. By the end of the 8th grade most of my teachers had given up on making me focus on the lesson. Realized that finally, I learn very differently. I spent a lot of time drawing, writing poems, finding interesting books to read.
I actually got suspended twice in 8th grade. Both incidents were related to me getting bullied for being different. I had been getting constantly harrassed since kindergarten. The teachers thought I was the problem, somehow I was antagonizing the bullies.
Nerdy Girl working in Software Engineering in Tallahassee #nobot please