Bad days can pop up out of nowhere
Everyone has a bad day now and then.
Maybe they spilled their coffee, or the car wouldnt start, you stepped in a puddle up to your knee...could be anything.
Mine never start out with physicaly disturbances. Sure, I have trouble with my car. But it's forgivable. My Jeep is my baby. And when I cant afford to fix my baby, she has a tantrum. I forgive her for it.
Yeah there's days when my hair just does NOT want to agree and be tamed. Or when I seem to smash my fingers in everything I touch. But those dont get to me.
My mind does.
And today was one of those days. I couldnt explain why, and I didnt know when it started, but it did.
It were nearly unbarable, close to driving me to furious fits of rage.
Everything annoyed me.
My binder felt too lose, and I were convinced it did jacks*** for my endeavors. I came to the saddening realization that unless I find a new job, I'm never going to be seen for the man I am. And on top of that, it's the secrecy that kills me. Literally eats me up inside, makes me ache and want to curl up.
I cant tell anyone that I have "gender dysphoria" or whatever anyone wants to call it. Where I'm from, they just called it "Gender Mixed". I dont trust a lot of the people at work.
My family know. My boyfriend knows. One or two off-line friends know a little, but that's it.
So when I have to stand there all day, working with the sweetest woman I know who's fighting two types of cancer and is absolutely attached to her friends at work (and refuses to take bedrest and would rather work with us instead), it's hard to get in her face about her petnames for me.
"Baby girl. Sweetie pie." or "Such a good girl" and countless other remarks are what I endure all day. All in the best intentions, I assure you. Praises and such, and she does it out of love.
But to me, it's like shes casting stones at my head. Every time she says it, I cringe. I want to tell her, and ask her to stop calling me those things because to me....its insulting. But I'm afraid to tell her.
I dont want EVERYONE at work knowing about it...if they dont already.
My boss calls me "Baby girl" all the time out of habit, but I dont think he realizes how awkward it is for me. For him, it's normal. He calls all the girls "Baby girl" or "Baby Doll". But for me.....no thanks.
But again...I cant tell him not to. Because then I would have to explain why. And that wouldnt go well.
Days like this, I can say ****my life.
I'm glad I dont have my "tools". My outlets werent helping, my frustrations were getting to be an alltime high, my confusion was overwhelming....I just wanted out. To go and hide from everyone and not come back. Felt like the whole building was caving in on me, and my mind just kept repeating those names. Baby girl. Baby doll. Sweetie pie. Good girl, good little baby girl.
It was driving me crazy.
I couldnt leave and take pictures. I had no inspiration to draw. My music player wasnt helping, and my roleplay buddy wasnt reachable because my messenger wouldnt send. I was at a loss.
So I got busy cutting peppers and fruits (chef work. yay.) but then had that gutrentching realization...I was holding a knife.
I put it down.
I walked away.
I left work early.
Without permission.
I might get fired.
Warren
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