KP_the_writer
Jan 13 · 1 min read

Trans Journey Day 104: A comment today got me thinking about my egg and wondering if it cracked when I was younger and if the ‘parents’ simply taped it up so well, I didn’t see the crack until the tape disintegrated? It’s a thought!

Pity I can’t ask them. Actually, that’s a lie — it’s not a pity. I yeeted their asses for a reason, lol. I’m quite relieved I can’t ask them.

But, I have so few childhood memories. It’s something I’m working through with my therapist — not to FIND those memories, but rather, to be grateful that I kept myself safe from the trauma of the past and to just move the fuck forward.