Hi all, thought I'd just say I've been busy. Since I moved at the end of July my life has been pretty busy and I've not always had time to jump on and write. I'm hoping I get more time to match my increasing clarity of thought (more on that later), but for now it's still sparse.
No why is this so long!? FACK. I wanted to do a 'quick' update.
Husband: I'm married (shocking) and have been for over a year now! Yay! We spent our anniversary watching the Barbie Movie and eating steak Alfredo at Olive Garden. I am a slut for Olive Garden, no you will not fix this about me, I cannot be fixed. Barbie Movie is deceptively good, its deconstruction gets 4 outta 5 tomatoes from me. Husband leaves for the cold presently on fire province of bri'ish colum'ia. A work trip he had is cancelled because the town was on fire. We're kinda hoping this year will be different, but it seems like Canada simply cannot motivate its society towards fire prevention and forestry management as a key priority... oh I guess sex is happening. He came with me to see a physician focused on Trans healthcare, and we got some progress at long-last in that domain. I have so many phonecalls to make for referral orders and scheduling, but this guy listens to me even if he is gently skeptical. Husband was there for moral support, and as always it is hard for me to see my social deficits so he gently prods me, it's a big deal for me to live with him (in regards to my health).
Arrival / Nimona: I don't normally watch movies unless my Husband is with me coz he prefers movies and stuff like that. My pass-time has been oriented towards Vampire Survivor / Halls of Torment, and I'm vibrating intensely while waiting for the Deep Rock Galactic Survivor game which looks like it'll be way more fun to me than Vampire Survivor which is very not good in the way most roguelikes are not good (too much RNG determines if you make it on a given run). As for the two movies, I watched them! Arrival is very old, I just didn't get around to it and remembered. It's too bad the whole thing was an analogue for the joy of motherhood, and featured the ability to time travel psychically using literacy in a language of ink circles. For science fiction, it nails a good portion of its critical points but it wears me out to watch a purely supernatural "oh I get it, gravity is love" Interstellar-like plot resolution. Nimona is missing the entire middle third of the movie, meanwhile, and I don't understand how people see the character as a Trans allegory because they are literally an allegory for 'being different' as a broadly controversy-free queer analogue. Cool gay knights, wish they had a little more character than looking sad.
Queer-Millennial Equivalent to Child-Rearing: In my other life, I am "mom" in that loving, sarcastic and mostly trans-positive way to a few people. I joke about my 'kids' being fellow queer autistic adults with PTSD and/or ADHD, but that's actually true. After my job at the Rehab went kaput because I refused to comply with unethical and illegal orders issued by Corporate, I turned my skills from the professional realm into the uh... non-profit(?) realm. 2020 blew the bottom out for a lot of people I knew, and so three of them moved from the North-East, East-Coast and Mid-East parts of the U.S. as we assembled a survival strategy. This started with PTSD treatment for one guy who was facing homelessness during COVID, and blossomed into a life raft of hand-holding. While the original HouseSquad has parted ways (as of July 31st), we maintain contact and I still am consulting on things here and there. I'm curious about a lot of things we could do to improve everyone's QoL's through further interventions, but they are much easier problems than the errant crises of homelessness and starvation I was trying at first to treat. I took on "one more kid" last year and in a few months I'll be saying goodbye as he goes to live on his own. Then I move to Canada, and I already have at least two people there thumbed on my 'medium term' caseload.
It's sort of hard to emphasize just how much I am doing work I have always done but unpaid and without breaks (like a real mom with kids), and these last three years have been transformative in more than one way (I mean I wasn't feeling mom-gendered in 2020 or 2021, but the joke became real when my body decided to transition without my consent). I've opined that the government should be paying me for running a rehabilitation house, and it in fact has been frustrating to not have access to the tools I worked with for 5 years. Healthcare is hard, mental healthcare with skills building and prioritizing rehabilitation with a focus on unburdening the social support network? That's something that SSDI literally disincentivizes by its structure, it is, and pardon my french, absolutely retarded of our government officials to insist that disability is either absent or permanent. The model our social support network has in the states is just abysmal, misses about half of the reasons people can't work or lead their lives without support, and broadly speaking it makes me upsetti spaghetti. Work like what I've done the last three, almost four, years is not easy and it requires a parenting-adjacent mentality of humanism.
Maybe the one thing Namona got right is that your family and friends shouldn't be comprised just of your relatives, but that wasn't a theme. I broadly reject basic heredity as the end all be all of human compassion and companionship, the water of the womb is far thinner than the blood of friendship. You'd think we'd have more media messages about who to choose is your family, and when you should reject your relatives for the toxic scumbags they are. Unfortunately, that's pissing into the wind on the great ladder of causality which characterizes the U.S.'s Societal Rot that neurotypical hegemony-worshipers insist is the fault of Queers and not their own careless attitudes. That's another essay for later (titled: Parenting Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics or something kitschy like that).
Okay that is everything. See you next time or something.