When you’ve lived all your life as a cis person this shit is kind of a mind fuck. I never realized how lucky I am for my body and mindset to just fundamentally make sense to me. Until it got more visibility I had no reason to even consider that viewpoint and even now it is still foreign.
It’s interesting to try and imagine what it’s like, as a cis person. I can get pretty bad anxiety moments, and I imagine it’s just like that 24/7, and that’s horrifying. What I can’t imagine is withholding relief from someone going through that.
Maybe my perception is off and it feels different, but it’s mental anguish of some kind, and I can empathize with that. It’s probably much worse anguish than what I’ve experienced, but I can wrap my head around the idea at least. And yeah it makes me feel lucky – I can’t imagine what it would be like if the bad anxiety I got was also politically weaponized so half the country hated me.
It’s interesting to try and imagine what it’s like, as a cis person. I can get pretty bad anxiety moments, and I imagine it’s just like that 24/7, and that’s horrifying. What I can’t imagine is withholding relief from someone going through that.
Maybe my perception is off and it feels different, but it’s mental anguish of some kind, and I can empathize with that. It’s probably much worse anguish than what I’ve experienced, but I can wrap my head around the idea at least. And yeah it makes me feel lucky – I can’t imagine what it would be like if the bad anxiety I got was also politically weaponized so half the country hated me.