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<div class="cw">Self harm</div>
Self harm is a recurring theme within my life.
It takes so many forms, too. The cutting and burning, sure, but also the self-sabotage. Dropping my testosterone to zero. If approaching this in a sexual fashion was wrong, then remove the sexuality.
> An obvious solution.
I punished myself for what I did. If was fetishizing, if I was causing harm, then I deserved to suffer for it. I removed my sexuality from the picture. Cyproterone acetate twice a day and medroxyprogesterone every two weeks does a really good job of that.
I tell myself now that if I belive something to be true when I'm depressed as well as when I'm hypomanic, it's more likely to be right.
> One of us only tells the truth, and one of us only lies.
Perhaps if I still felt like I existed a few millimeters to the left of my body when sex wasn't a part of the equation, I was more likely to be right in pursuing the path of gender exploration.
I talked with JD about this, he helped me out, but I told basically no one else. I tanked my T and attempted to learn from my punishment.
> Now now, what did we say about secrets?
And then I let it slip on FurryMUCK, yes.
> You spilled the beans.
Yes. Then I admitted it. I talked about it.
> You spoiled the surprise.
Everyone was so confused.
> Lapsus linguae.
I was so ashamed.
> You spoke too soon.
Even my punishment was wrong.
> It was the last thing <a class="pulse" href="/furry/margaras">Margaras</a> heard from you.
Never mind stopping myself from creating Younes, nevermind stopping myself from chemical castration; if I could go back in time, I would stop myself from saying anything for just a few more days.
> He died knowing that about you.
If Margaras had to die, I would that he not die with that being the last he heard from me.
> You cannot take that back.
If Younes, chemcast, and Margs' death are immutable, if losing my friends was inevitable, at least let me delay the hour of my mistake.
> You cannot.
Please.
> You cannot.
Oh god.
> It was the last thing he heard from you.
Merciful god, please take me away.
> You never spoke to him again.
I will close my eyes and my heart and become a stone.

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<div class="cw">Self harm</div>
<div class="verse">There is too much fire in me
to be described by the soldering iron's tip.</div>
> I must not fear.
<div class="verse">Were I to draw it across my skin,
it would all spill out at once.</div>
> Fear is the mind-killer.
<div class="verse">I'd melt, eaten whole by flames,
and flow into a pool of molten glass.</div>
> Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
<div class="verse">Sublimation would claim me,
atoms would scatter, diffuse.</div>
> I will face my fear.
<div class="verse">I would be borne up through the clouds,
and grow lighter by the second.</div>
> I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
<div class="verse">All that energy poured to the air around me,
an imperceptible increase in temperature.</div>
> And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
<div class="verse">Particle would excite particle
until I'm felt only as warmth on your face.</div>
> Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
<div class="verse">But even that would not be enough.</div>
> Only I will remain.

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TIASAP stands for *The Ill-Advised Self-Administration Period*.
This is why.
I was unsafe about it.
I lost my sexuality for years.
I turned the need for change into punishment.
The color drained from my universe. The flavor was gone from food. I could not smell.
> And when you added in a bit of estrogen, you wept at the return of sensation.
I tell myself now that if I belive something to be true when I'm depressed as well as when I'm hypomanic, it's more likely to be right.
And, well.
<a class="pulse" href="/transition">Now I knew it was right</a>.
But I was unsafe, I was punishing myself, and I did it all on purpose.
> Why ruin your life on accident when you can do it on purpose?

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