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hmm i was born, i slayed until i was like 10, and now i’m a depressed mess 💅

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Tiramisu 1 year ago

You're still slaying, Queen Amidhaara!

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Was born, blacked out entirety of elementary school because trauma, spent multiple years transitioning, and now I'm here being amazing and wishing it was summer

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Born in the USA, moved to India when I was 1, moved back to US one year later, moved to India when I was 5. Saw some cartoon where an episode took place in space which sparked my interest in astronomy. Got enrolled in a school at age 5 and became best friends with a girl. Got bullied in first grade so I moved schools. Around the same time my dad got an encyclopaedia and I read the first chapter which was about space and that made me become passionate about space. Changed schools again in sixth grade and broke up with my best friend. COVID hit and I developed severe depression which went away on its own. In 7th grade I made a new best friend and she was very nice and shared my same sense of humor. In 8th grade offline school began and I met many of my classmates and I made many new friends. I also started writing comics and eventually began posting them online. Now I’m in 9th and a few of those friends left the school and I’m going through burn out so my creativity for the comics is very low. On the bright side of things I now have a crush on this really nice girl and I’m getting counselling to help me deal with my emotional issues

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Stardust she/her

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Tiramisu 1 year ago

This is probably a really stupid question, but given you started out your life here in the states, do you have an American accent or an Indian accent?

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Was born, went to kindergarten, went to elementary school, then went to middle school where I started to realize that I was transgender and that I was gay, then I started high school where I met some cool people, and met my awesome boyfriend who lives in England, and was bullied and called fat, which triggered me to develop an eating disorder, which was trying to kill me, but I overcame it. That’s my life story so far.

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Charlie Spring Fan (He/Him)

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i was born on october 22, 2008, and my birth story was on the news and in a newspaper. why? because my dad was deployed when i was born and he got to watch my birth over webcam. when i was four months old i met him for the first time. and then a few months later, we moved to a house where we lived for eight years, and now we’ve lived in our current house for almost 7 years.

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For context: I’m going into seventh grade. My dad is a republican businessman and works for a steel building company as well. My mom is a Physician Assistant at Jupiter Medical Center.

Alrighty here we go:

Born in Boca Raton, Florida. Moved a couple cities away, and then moved houses like four times (no idea why). Started kindergarten and all was well for like a year. My parents were constantly fighting until I ended second grade, then they split up. Still wasn’t great but definitely not as bad. this was when I started to hate my father because of how he acted towards my mom because he was the “man of the house” and began to look forward to going to my moms house and spending a week away from him. Covid hit. Theeeeen they decided around the time I finished third grade (once I got used to the idea of separation) that they were getting back together, or at least trying to. That worked okay I guess even though they still fight a ton. Then when I started fourth grade, we were still in virtual schooling, my dad mentioned once to me that I might need to write a little paper about him to influence the court process. Confused, I said sure (I learned not to ask why too often). Around December of that year, they ruined my Christmas by telling me that my dad was going to a white collar prison camp and reminding me of that paper I agreed to write. It was actually a paper to inform the judge of what type of person he was. He was sentenced to one year and one day, because anyone with a year or more sentence got three months taken off, so he was only gone for nine months. He left in march of my fourth grade year. I started to learn about the LGBTQ+ community in this time because my mom wasn’t as strict as he was and let me explore subjects I was interested in. I realized that I don’t entirely feel like a girl and I don’t only like boys. Summer before fifth grade i thought I was pan and non binary (I was wrong but whatever). Started fifth grade and really liked this girl. Realized I didn’t feel like that towards any boys. Came out that September to my mother. She said she supported me but she wouldn’t use my pronouns and she wasn’t that comfortable with me wearing “boy clothes” and such. I should’ve seen the red flags there but I was ten so I didn’t. Less than a week later, she stopped supporting me (as she had never started). I had a sleepover with my friend and said that she didn’t want us to have electronics in the room because she didn’t want us to stay up all night. She used that as an excuse to go through all of my stuff. Found a few things (not super bad things, just stuff with pride flags and search history Googling what was legal and such), and decided that she’d talk it over with my dad when he got home that December. I was raised Catholic and the church we go to shared a parking lot with a Catholic school. Parents thought that was the ultimate solution for middle school. Attended the school. Cried myself to sleep almost every night. Was made fun of just a bit and that pushed me over the edge. Parents wanted to know what could possibly be wrong, they sent me to a therapist because they thought I could’ve experienced something as a result of my dad not being there. The lady realized that that wasn’t bothering me and I took several tests but lied on like half of the questions because I have trust issues. Everyone decided nothing was wrong with me and went on with their lives. Found some friends in like march and now I’m kind of better, but no one in our family talks about any of this. It’s like it never happened. When anybody does the whole room goes silent. Also I pretty much just laugh through the pain at this point and pretend I’m happy.

And that’s where I’m at right now!
Thanks for reading an did you actually read all of that, here’s a cookie 🍪

Bye byes

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