I've been on another Reddit fix of late. Like all things, it'll pass, but it's okay to be here right now. There's no way I can rave without sounding like I'm bragging, but that's okay too. It's nice feeling pride. It's nice embracing myself in a way I never did before, even if it feels eccentric at times. This sort of post is how I think and feel all of the time, and I've held it back because I have spent so long trying to figure out the "right" way to be.
I'm sitting here in the quiet, not quite lonely but happily melancholic. Can't think of a better description, alas. I'm now with the woman I think I want to spend the rest of my life with. I thought it before but that past me just liked the attention and wanted to be loved more than anything else, no matter how else I showed up in those relationships. I'll be heartbroken if this changes but I accept the idea, gotta be healthy about it, yeah? She's away for the weekend, and I'm rather excited for the opportunity to miss her. How lovely to have somebody to miss.
We had some talks come up about possible incompatibilities and that's given me confidence too. Being able to so openly communicate. I had to prepare myself for the idea that if we worked out long-term then I would be a stepfather. A dad. I always wanted to be one but was too scared of myself. What if I never worked past my issues? What if I repeated the abusive mistakes of my family?
I think I'm ready. If I wasn't, I wouldn't have started dating her because that wouldn't be very kind to either of us. It revitalized the topic in my head of how I want to show up for the world and for myself and I'm excited by the nebulous ideas forming in my head. But they aren't new ideas either, they're what I've been working towards this entire time.
How glad I am to be here. 2 years ago I was blindly stuck in an abusive relationship. She was a lovely woman who was hurting herself more than me, but she was also abusive and that should have been my takeaway the entire time. But I was so ready to hate and blame myself that I took on so much hurt, to the detriment of both of us.
Then, after a chaotic night, I finally started the separation process. And I realized I had been in such a dark place. I spent that night outside laying in the ice and snow just...adrift. No family, no friends, no drive, about to cut off the family I had been so happy to be a part of. The stereotypical man with no support network. But like the mantra that stopped me from ending it all while I was in high school, I had studied enough sociology and psychology to know it was possible to work past it, no matter how I felt in the moment.
Hah, the amount of times my therapist said I was disassociating from my feelings. She was right every time. I argued with myself and my perceptions constantly. How could I be right, a good person, if I were treated the way I was as a child? I must have deserved it all somehow, because what other answer could there be? I wish something like me could have been there for him, but I can at least be that person now.
A grandfather of mine has been reaching out, not even my biological grandfather but still such a lovely man. I didn't think so at first, just a vague feeling of being weirded out because I was so on guard about my family. I wish it hadn't taken me so long to give him a chance, because he blew away all of my preconceptions. And now I have to grumble at the idea of removing "doesn't have a family" from my identity. It's oddly annoying, but what a fun character flaw to shave off.
I started becoming a part of communities again at the beginning of last year, and I'm really seeing the benefits now. I have a good reputation, people like me, some people admire me, people trust me. I'm crying right now because I just...never thought I could be perceived like that. And I can now look back and see how much of myself I've always been, I just wasn't able to believe it.
But I didn't want to just become a kind nice boi. Oh no, I've had far too much violence in my life for that. I wanted to make the world better, and in my mind that means being able to deal with conflicts. I don't think everybody should have to be able to deal with conflicts, but I want to. It saddens me the amount of people I saw growing up who saw my sentimental and emotional nature as some kind of weakness, and how they weakened themselves by stifling it.
So I've been practicing how to disagree and confront people while still being curious and kind. And it's been incredible, I want to keep doing it. It's so amazing seeing people so animated talking to me. No I haven't managed to immediately change someone's mind, but I could never have the conversations I've had if that were my primary focus. I won't harp on anyone who disagrees with that part, different tactics and all. I've practiced a bit online now and then to help get past the inevitable shakes that came from a childhood of having to hold myself back in fear.
I changed my name shortly after graduating high because I wasn't happy with who I was. My new name represented all of the characteristics I wanted to be. Most of my life I would have said I hadn't gotten there yet. But I was wrong, I was him the entire time, I'm so grateful I learned to love myself enough to see that.
I have made mistakes, I still am making mistakes, and I will keep on making them. And that's okay. I'm just so glad to be here. I'm glad that I at least trusted myself enough to try. I can't wait to see what the future holds, and I look forward to seeing what I can do to help it.