Posts by MARAllMighty@octodon.social
 (DIR) Post #APyHXmQXqh6DIrcDFA by MARAllMighty@octodon.social
       2022-11-25T19:00:31Z
       
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       @slash @cwebber 🌹​If this is the reference I think it is, I'm cackling I love it
       
 (DIR) Post #AR2HgOeiQJJScHhuyW by MARAllMighty@octodon.social
       2022-12-09T19:34:23Z
       
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       ​🌹​Pinned plurality post!Lovely friends, I wanted to take a quick minute to walk through something with y'all. I am plural! This can mean many things, but for me this means I have a dissociative disorder due to early childhood trauma that expressed itself as a fracturing of what was into more than one.My system/collective (term for plural persons sharing a body) is static with 3 of us sharing this experience of life.❣️​Madeleine🌌​Andromeda🌹​RoseOur account is called MAR Collective because we all share, and use the emojis next to our names to denote who is speaking for ease.Another small quirk of my collective is that we are what's called a median system. What this means in practice is that unlike some other systems, we do have a shared memory that we can all access. Though there are still slips between us because of the differing time fronting (active person) we are like a family, with lots of overlapping traits and interests, with bigger differences here and there.This means that though we all have some differing views and cares, when you engage with my collective you're still engaging with... me. A part of the larger me. There isn't much for special considerations, aside from understanding how stigmatized plurality is in the mainstream because of how misunderstood it's beenThis is a quick and dirty overview of how our collective works! As y'all get to know more about us and we engage here, I'm hopeful that we can find space in all of our intersectional communities to engage with love. Below this post I'll let Madeleine and Andromeda write something for themselves and come back around for my own lil' intro later.If anyone has any questions or wants to chat about this, feel free to reach out!
       
 (DIR) Post #ATL2fyEzFtU1gaxOLY by MARAllMighty@octodon.social
       2023-03-05T18:49:43Z
       
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       Both my parents killed themselves before I turned 17. I tried so hard to do better then they did. But in the end I’m not any better.
       
 (DIR) Post #ATL2fyzQTEd80cgTjM by MARAllMighty@octodon.social
       2023-03-05T18:56:11Z
       
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       I have nothing left to give. The spark that my collective had was robbed from us. Raped out of us as children. Surviving abject poverty and raising myself.  Beaten out of us as teenagers. Abused out of us by exes who continued the cycle of harm with rape.This continues in the world. No matter how I present I am harassed. Followed. Made to feel unsafe. Made to defend myself from people who see me as lesser. Some faggot they can punch down on. Not knowing the word has been punching down on me for a long time. That I have nothing left to beat out of me. There’s nothing left, world. You took it all from me. Transition opened our eyes for the first time to what could have been. Now this feels like the cruelest thing that could have ever happened to us. To be shown a life where we could be human like everyone else, but kept from it. Actively beaten out of us. It’s over.
       
 (DIR) Post #ATL2g3AYvlumyJvQe0 by MARAllMighty@octodon.social
       2023-03-05T19:07:58Z
       
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       I’ve been trans for over 3 years and how the world treats me has only gotten worse, not better. I will never pass. I will never look feminine. My puberty did irreparable damage to me. A caveman brow bone. A linebacker jaw. Small shift eyes. A born-with-it widows peak. FFS could maybe stop me from being harassed and assaulted in public so much. But I will never ever afford it. To know what would help you be treated like a real human deserving of care in the world, and to be entirely locked away from it, is cruelty I can’t describe.