A collection of musings around gender transition, existing as an anomaly, coming to terms with existence, and the quest for love in a loveless landscape!
Monday, 18 September 2023
The Consciousness Struggle
Wednesday, 8 September 2021
Future Me
So course is still going well, I am on placement with the Salvation Army in their Reintegration Service which is essentially helping clients who are leaving prison after a sentence of more than two years to find their feet in society again. This mostly means finding jobs, housing, setting up accounts etc
It is a really interesting placement to get really, and lets me use some of my personal experience, so I am actually quite lucky in that regard.
So assuming I get all of my hours done and pass the last few assessments the game plan is to graduate mid-December, and then I will be moving back to Dunedin to continue my studies, three more years of this stress just so that I can be a registered counsellor.
But it does mean I'll get to see all of my Dunedin people who I absolutely adore, and I will hopefully be moving in to an amazing house with some people I have already lived with before so that will actually be fantastic.
Everything feels like it could actually work out, which is awesome and gives me that bright shiny glow of optimism that I feel like I have been missing a little bit this year.
I'm still more tired than I would like, some days its really hard to get up, or focus on the things I need to.
So I am hoping I can do something about that soon too, because I'd be unstoppable if I could get that under control.
I keep meeting amazing people, and sharing amazing moments, and it actually sucks that I won't be seeing some of these people so much for a few years.
So if you're reading this, I love you, and I won't ever forget you hehe
Love.
Abigail
Monday, 11 January 2021
Slipped Through a Curtain of Thought
Okay its been a week or so now, so I finally feel like I can write this one, and I just won't share it directly to Facebook since this is going to get a little bit out there.
Let's just say this girl, we'll call her Sabrine, who was most definitely just someone I know, had a very peculiar new years experience.
And I feel like I should tell it so that nobody else ends up having to follow in her footsteps.
What the hell, lets even see if I can write it like its a story.
This is going to be disjointed and inaccurate, recollections of it are hazy, and I don't feel like pushing her to work it out.
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Her day had been frantic and full of energy, trying to keep a music festival on track and somewhat functional requires a lot of people doing exactly what they need to be and at exactly the right moments.
So she had been doing her best to be there, but the time was rapidly approaching where she could at least temporarily become just another party goer for New Years Eve.
The last hours of her gate shift were a blur of hasty makeup application and drunken punters, casual chats while checking tickets, and chasing after people who couldn't follow directions and would disappear into the crowd before check-in was even complete.
It was just after 10PM when she finally escaped back to her friends campsite, just three exhausted ladies keenly looking forward to cute outfits and the ingestion of some substances to enhance the evening.
I am absolutely certain at least this step of her evening was dignified, so as they changed their outfits and she found the small strips of LSD she had acquired in the days leading up to the festival.
They were the off cuts from a large sheet of blotter, the very edges, and so the actual quality and doses were a somewhat unknown. And for some reason she had in her head that at the absolute worst there would be five doses worth. So she swallowed it all.
Finally outfits were on, makeup was finished, and this squad of lunatics were somewhat ready to face the world and listen to some music.
And then it happened... it was not the usual slow build up of a slightly energised and anxious body, the subtle blurring of vision that takes an hour or two to really turn into a trip. It was a kick to the face of colour, and sound. And it happened in minutes. She panicked. This was far too much for this soon.
Her friends had taken various other types of LSD and were both also remarking about how quickly it had happened, but they seemed fairly comfortable with their progression.
Sabrine knew that this was going to get a LOT worse, the thought crossed her mind to find some benzos now and terminate it before it could get there. The last sober and sensible thoughts she would have for the next twelve hours, and it wouldn't be until much later that she realised she should have followed that instinct.
But no... you can't kill it before you have at least enjoyed it a little right?
"What time is it"
"11:50"
"Shit we have to go, its almost midnight, come on Sabs"
Panic... the idea of being amongst all that light and colour was terrifying, the concept of walking enough to get there when the physical world kept blinking out.
"I don't think I can... I really don't"
"Yes you can, you have to, we came here for New Years"
"I don't think I actually can though"
"We'll fucking carry you if we have to bitch"
"You might actually have to...I just can't"
And with that they each took one of her arms, and guided her to the exit of the tent, past the treacherous tent strings and out into the world.
She had the overwhelming desire for sunglasses even in the pitch dark, as protection from the inevitable light, but also so that nobody could see how off planet she was...
There were other people everywhere, apparently everyone had the same idea.
Miraculously they were at the first bridge... the arms around her were gone, but she made her way across and actually almost felt like she was in charge of herself for a moment.
The wall of sound hit her like a slap to the face, and she could see the glow of the light across the next bridge... along the path there were soft lantern-y lights, and the whole scene looked very tropical like a nice lagoon. So she stopped.... unsure if she could deal with the actual stage area ahead of this, and enjoying the cuteness of this spot.
They came back and found her.
"Bitch we have to go we are going to miss it"
She could have sworn it was already past midnight, since a bunch of people nearby had stopped to say happy new year and hug. But apparently not.
"Oh, didn't it already happen?"
"Shit.... did it? WHAT THE FUCK!"
"Well I guess, um happy new year then..."
Hugs... always nice, until your entire body feels like its made of some kind of glowing liquid.
And then Heather checked the time... 11:59....so stroke of midnight round two!
They walked, though she had no idea how, to the dance floor of the party.. it was a sea of people, noise, light, and this was still in the first hour... there were so many feelings and distractions, it was like being immersed in the entire crowds existence all at once but individually.
Her bones were vibrating against the glowing liquid of her body.
And she had to keep looking away from the blinding flames.
She followed her friends... they bumped into various people she knew, but was barely capable of saying hello to, she felt like she was scaring them simply by being there. She felt like she was scaring herself just by being there too. She felt sorry.
Too many sensations occurring simultaneously.... panic.
"Sabs, shall we go to the Chai tent?"
She had no idea what that meant but she followed anyway...
There were moments of feeling quite together, and cute in her floaty dress and cute sparkling shoes.
Back across the bridge and its Gilligan's Island vibe... a little quicker than she'd like, over the slightly more troll vibes second bridge.... and a hard right into the Chai Tent/Safe Zone.
Stepping into that space felt surreal, its an enormous black tent, with a few sketchy pillows to lie on and some provisions for chai tea making and strangely enough a bunch of condoms, she worried about the people who come to safe zone to fuck... hopefully the condoms were a takeaway concept.
She lay down, closed her eyes, and she felt everything slipping away...
The concept of self, the knowledge that she was lying on a pillow, the tent, and even her friends... it all floated in and out of her mind as she lay disconnected from it all and thinking.
The void was not empty... it was like her thoughts were taking physical form only temporarily and then disintegrating into molecules and blowing away on some form of theoretical wind.
She had no body, and no name here. Just an observer watching as the universe unfurled itself in this unknown space.
"Sabs, are you okay?"... the real world came rushing back like a sharp breath in.
"No" she replied. And the exhale returned her to the other universe.
"What can we do to help you?"... inhale
"I don't know... I don't think anything"... exhale
Commotion... exhale...
Nothingness. No molecules. No Sabrine.
The void was darkness this time, the dimness of the tent had stripped it of all the shifting colour.
The thought molecules were more like the exhales of her cigarette earlier, vaporous and drifting slowly apart and into the darkness.
Inhale... Rose was gone to fix her bleeding nose, Heather was asking if some other people could also come inside to chill out. She thought that might be okay...
Exhale... fuck... other people, and their energy, what if they are really freaking out, what if she has to try and talk to them, what if they are angry, what if... what if... what if.....
Inhale... she stood up and walked out of the tent and started putting on her shoes, much to the surprise of Heather who had just told people we were fine with them coming in.
Her shoes sparkled in the moonlight, she struggled to get them on her feet.
And eventually Rose came back, and decided she would change her outfit a little, so they walked back to their campsite.
The landscape on that walk felt completely different than it had just ten minutes earlier, it felt twisted and alien, like it stretched out forever but her legs were taking giant strides across it.
Depth perception and spatial awareness were just words at this point, words that meant nothing to her anymore.
Finally, they made it back to the camp... she lay down... and returned to her other universe.
They started talking amongst themselves, she wasn't really following the words, she was drifting in and out of here and there.
They laughed and joked as people tend to in this state, but she wasn't in that state.
It all sounded so loud, and so chaotic, it shook through the other universe she was still floating in.
It burst through the thought molecules, smashing them away rather than drifting off on a breeze.
"Shhh", she attempted.
Which just invoked even more raucous laughter.
This went on for some time, it might have been weeks for all she knew at that point, but the other universe was less serene now.
Every time she tried a "Shhh" they would laugh more, so she learned to not say it, she felt the "Shhh" inside her soul aching to get out but knowing it would make it worse. It hurt.
She felt like she had become a monk that had taken a vow of silence to try and make it better.
As the laughter and shenanigans continued she tried desperately to get her friends to at least tone it down a little, she heard neighbours in other tents yelling for them to shut up.
A few tents away she heard a lady say "I am going to get up and deck that bitch in a minute" and her partner quickly ask her to calm down.
The tension, aggression, and the way the noise was shattering her strange bubble universe forced her to try and seek solace somewhere else, she somehow gathered herself up and walked outside.
The real world was there briefly, it was completely alien and incomprehensible but it was there.
She staggered forward looking for a quiet place, she stood and looked at the stars like brilliant diamonds covered in clouds that looked like they were made of silk.
It felt good to breathe the cool air, she found a log to sit on near an old campfire and managed to light a cigarette. Cigarette lighters have a tendency under these conditions to stop emitting flame in her mind, instead they rather spit out a red coloured pixel which you must catch on the end of your cigarette.
She enjoyed the smoke in her lungs, and watched it slowly drift away as she exhaled... it felt like you could see it forever as it disappeared into the night.
"SABS!" a voice yelled....
"Shuuuuuuuuut up!" another replied.
Somehow she managed to find her phone... it's screen burst into life, spewing colours and light in every direction. 1:23AM
How the fuck... how had so little time elapsed, how was she in this bad of a state.
Her friends appeared out of the darkness, but she was still unable to talk, her vow of silence had not yet worn off, it was like the only thing she needed in the world was complete silence.
She tried to smile, and waved them onwards.... they looked confused... but they walked away.
She sat there for some time, people drifting in and out to check on her, just floating between universes and staring at the stars. It was getting cold, and she realised she had been here alone for too long.
And so she headed back to the dance floor... to try and find her friends.
Her makeup felt smudged, her fake lashes felt as though they were barely holding on, she was a mess in every sense of the word.
The walk was different every time, as though the world was reconfiguring around her every time she turned around, and yet inexplicably she found herself back at the fire dancing area with her friends.
"Should we find somewhere to sit?"
She fetched herself some water from the bar tent, struggling to comprehend the various sources of water and cups available to her.
She had decided that maybe some MDMA would help ease her out of this manic incomprehensible monster of a human she had become, scrambling in the pocket of her jacket where she had kept it, and struggling to get it into her mouth. She swallowed them, and tried to follow her friends.
They walked slowly up the steep hill, trying to find a place to rest and watch the fire dancers from a safer distance, and enjoy the music without being deafened. But there was no sanctuary, only more hill.
They reached the top of the hill, the tree they sat under was dropping leaves which she could have sworn were a swarm of bees, that she tried frantically to bat away. She felt super exposed and visible, like people could be watching their frantic states perched in a shrubbery.
There was no calm. Only thousands of sources of stimulation slamming into her at once, the relative safety of the other universe actually felt preferable at this point. At least there were no bees there.
She pulled the hood up on her bathrobe, attempting to block some things out, to lower the sensory volume. It didn't work. She flattened out her dress underneath her, trying to make sure it was not getting muddy or wet.
"Do you need to go somewhere else?"
"I don't know... I want to listen to the music, I want grass, and stars, and I don't know... I want a meadow" she said softly.
"What the fuck... a meadow?"
"Yeah y'know a serene patch of flat grass, farmlands, open spaces, I don't know... a fucking meadow"
The girls stood up...
Sabrine stood and almost fell face first down the hill, the girls edged their way carefully down.
And somehow in a miracle of self assured ridiculousness she almost skipped down the treacherous slope, past the people sitting by the fire pit and flounced her way through the crowd on the dance floor.
And so they started walking back toward the music, and remembered the Yoga tent which sits beside a stream, and near a bridge with a nice big flat patch of grass.
She immediately lay down, and glared at the silken clouds for how much they were obscuring her view of the stars. She definitely couldn't really see them, but she absolutely could see them in those moments. Her friends were wandering around again, she wasn't quite aware doing what, but she was finally happy temporarily.
The music was nice, it was all quite funky and had a lot of attitude so she just lay there with her knees up bouncing her feet and loving the whole universe for the first time in a very long time.
Exhale.... the other universe was a bright candy coloured world now, all lavish pastels and soft clouds of imagination. Everything was sparkling and the colours were shifting in time with the music which she was still aware of.
Inhale...
"Hey Sabs, Rose wants to go somewhere, are you going to be okay?"
"Sure"
Exhale...
She floated for so long... blissful and happy.
Thinking about all of the wonderful people she had met the past few days, thinking about the year ahead, thinking about the people she loved.
Sometime later...Inhale...
Slow drops of rain, darkness, her friends had gone somewhere and suddenly she became profoundly aware of how vulnerable she was. Her dress had slid up because she had her knees up, she was lying on the damp ground, still not really aware of where she was a lot of the time.
And there were wasted men walking past constantly in full view of her, and so she was in full view of them. Panic.
What could she even do if one of them came and caused her any trouble, words like rape, stabbed, and haemorrhage floated through her head. Panic AND dread.
She stood shakily, and rearranged her clothes... unsure where to go next, would they have gone back to the dance floor? to the camp site? She had no idea... she headed for the dance floor, security giving her a slightly concerned look as she floated back over the bridges.
At the fire dancing area she saw some people she knew, tried to ask them where Rose had gone, tried to ask them how their night was going, but they all just seemed so distressed by her that she couldn't stay long.
God, what do you do when you are scared, and other people seem scared of you.
She remembered her time on the log, four hundred years ago, a younger more at peace Sabrine.
The walk back was more casual, she floated, she skipped and she flounced her way back to the log.
And once there managed to check her phone, 3:17AM...she lit another cigarette and took a deep breath.
The rain had eased to a slight mist, she stared at the sky which was just a sheet of rippling clouds now.
Groups of people walking back to the campsites, and she still had her intense feelings of vulnerability, a group of men stopped to ask if she was okay, she said she was fine, and one of them had that familiar look of shock and possible outrage...."Is that a dude?"
Thankfully his friends quickly grabbed him, and dragged him away further into the camp sites.
She managed to find her phone, and message her friends...
AT MY LOG, NOT LOVING BEING ALONE, CREEPY WASTED FUCKERS EVERYWHERE.
She lay down on the grass and leaned against the log, trying to make herself smaller, and less visible.
Soon enough her friends arrived, and the world felt much better again, they lay there and she played some music to try and soothe their fragile little minds.
She found they could talk again, she was finally at that fun stage of an acid trip where you can talk absolute nonsense and laugh your foolish asses off, she no longer wanted to "Shhh" she just wanted to explain why her night had been so insanely hard.
Rose disappeared back to the campsite and bought back her gigantic Bluetooth speaker, and suddenly it was a party within a party by her log, a soothing girly vocal psytrance sub-party. Which made her immediately feel a million times better.
Random people stopped to say hi and listen along with them for a bit. And eventually a little after 5AM they decided they had been civil enough keeping the noise away from their campsite, they walked home... and it felt amazing to finally be somewhere away from it all, safe, warm, and able to relax.
Sabrine had refused to get out of her cute dress all night, through cold, wet, muddy, and generally dishevelled states it was still on. And damn if it wasn't staying on, she fetched blankets and some pyjama bottoms and made herself a nest.
Eventually the friends and neighbours found their impromptu chill out party, and as the morning started she was surrounded by all kinds of people and in the midst of numerous amazing conversations with people. Life stories were exchanged, jokes were had, all of those amazing things that happen when the MDMA takes over from the trip.
Slowly their guests drifted away to their beds, or to find other people and check on them, and she was left with her friends who were also floating in their own universes.
Things felt relatively normal again, but only from her perspective, for any normal person this was still definitely more fluid and strange than you'd call normal.
he rain on the roof of the tent slid down the canvas looking like delicious watercolour paintings...she sipped some nitrous oxide and felt the way it shifted the tone of the music, and intensified the visual effect of the acid briefly... it felt nice... she sipped again.
THE END (well the end of the most interesting pieces, the silly bitch went on to do several more days of this foolish nonsense, but those are stories for another time)
Friday, 8 January 2021
How To Be Attracted to Everyone
Friday, 18 October 2019
Intimacy
But I haven't really dated or had anyone touch me in years now, and the last girlfriend I had to break up with because the pressure to be intimate was a bit much.
But its really starting to bother me because I do miss personal contact, and sharing my life with somebody else, and all of those other things that come with being in a relationship.
I miss emotional intimacy more than physical intimacy I guess you could say, but thats not to say I am completely anti physical, I just need there to be enough emotional first.
I get anxious even thinking about it though, all the things I used to love the most about the start of a relationship scare the shit out of me now, those first awkward conversations and the first few times you touch one another used to be so exciting.
I really hope I can work this stuff out sometime soon.
I just needed to get this out.
Love,
Abigail
UPDATE: fuck okay I would be kinda negligent if I didn't update this a bit after my last weeks owch fest, so basically on my way to go to court I also stopped to visit one of my close friends and stay a few nights with her. And it was seriously the nicest thing I had felt in literally years, just being that close to another human being, spending time around someone, sharing in life.
But the double edged knife of suck that we all kinda know is coming, is that I have had the biggest crush on her since the day I met her, so for me it actually kinda hurt, because it was like this amazing preview of what that life would be like. And so here I am again at the end of that, just feeling kinda empty, don't know whether I should talk to her or not, don't even know how to have those kinds of conversations anymore. I am beyond out of practice at these things, all I know is I really really miss feeling loved.
Wednesday, 17 April 2019
What Happened?
And I am really writing now because I don't want to go into this too many times more for each new person I tell, and I want to get a little more to the heart of things than I have been in person, I have a nasty tendency to make light of serious situations so here is a much better place to get honest.
I went for a visit to Europe earlier this year, and when I returned I made the worst decision of my life and bought with me a schedule B restricted substance, in fact I probably mentioned that substance in my entry about drugs (GHB/GBL)
As a result I was arrested at my border reentry to New Zealand, spent a week in prison, and am now out on bail pending my court case where I will be pleading guilty.
Before you all play Google lawyer, the maximum charge for that is around ten years, with my relatively clean criminal record it might be more like two years, so that has really changed my life in an instant.
So why would somebody risk something like that? As some of you know or probably guessed I suffer fairly extreme anxiety and PTSD at times, and GBL in very low doses does a phenomenal job of alleviating those symptoms. In the past I was prescribed Valium but in New Zealand that is not prescribed and Quetiapine does nothing for me.
And I remembered what GHB/GBL were like in recreational doses, so tried some in sub-recreational doses just to see how it would go, and it was like a weight was lifted.
And of course that is a really problematic attitude to have, remembering that GBL was legally available in Germany I decided I would get some there and just bring it home. Of course if you are going to risk something like that it's kind of a case of bring as much as you can.
So anyway, I was caught, with quite a lot of it.... and as a result I am no longer at university, my court case is on May 21st and life is somewhat on hold until the outcome of that.
I am doing everything I can to try and prove to the courts that I am not the evil drug dealer they think I am, that I am usually speaking an incredibly positive person with a lot to offer the world, and that this was an isolated incredibly stupid decision.
I have started seeing a drug counselor, and will likely spend some time in a residential rehab center, and then I just need to hope that its enough to avoid a very serious sentence.
Whats bothering more right now is my future, this is going to impact literally every area of my life, my transition and my ability to travel. And I have no idea what to do once my sentence is over, I am going to need a lot of help over the next few years.
So that's the short version of events, I may write another post about my time in prison at some point as well because it was fairly traumatic and life changing.
In other news, I have started testosterone blockers which make me really sleepy all of the time, but have noticed a little bit of breast growth which is exciting.
I have an at home laser hair removal device which I am using whenever I remember to, I figure any amount of progress on that front is a good idea.
And I am going to start doing my vocal exercises soon, though I need to find a way to do these alone now since I can no longer afford or reach the vocal coach in Dunedin I had found.
Anyway, if you read all of this thanks, I just needed to put it somewhere I can point people to.
Wednesday, 5 September 2018
Therapeutic Word Menagerie
Anyway I have been going through some relatively simple and entirely complex things at the same time really.
So as most of you know I quit my job, moved cities, started university and I thought I had a pretty solid life plan organised you know? Get a psych degree, write some books, council LGBTQI folks...
What I probably didn't elaborate on was how I actually came to that decision, and it could best be described as the result of a serious head injury and a fucking ridiculous living situation.
I was working in a job where I felt incredibly undervalued, I was living with a flatmate going through her own fairly serious mental health concerns, and then to top it all off I needed to spend a few months essentially lying on my back with almost no stimulation. So that was a LOT of thinking time.
So there I was lying in a dark room, with nobody but myself and my thoughts, and you'd think I had done enough of that in Germany being mostly isolated for a year. But no...
And I basically came to the realisation I needed to be doing something more for my dreams, I needed to be taking steps towards my goal not away from it, and I needed to be away from all the things exacerbating my own depression.
And because I was depressed and recovering from a head injury, I did what I have been known to do on a number of occasions and made an incredibly impulsive decision to uproot myself and go chase the dream. Relying on a LOT of things to work out in my favour along the way for it to work.
Here we are a few months later, and guess what... those things didn't work out in my favour.
Mostly monetary things to the tune of tens of thousands of dollars, which has left me even more anxious, even more depressed, and of course not really committed to my studies to the extent that I really need to be.
Shits bleak... this is probably the lowest I have felt in a long time, but simultaneously the most free I have felt in a long time.... so let's get to some of the better things.
My appointment with the endocrinologist has been booked, so on December 17th I will be seeing them, and hopefully soon after I can be approved for hormone replacement therapy, assuming they don't find any crazy hormone/thyroid type issues which is entirely possible given that I have felt exhausted my entire life. Not the "Uuuugh Mondays" kind of exhausted most people feel, but rather the "I can't face getting out of bed ever again" kind associated with the glandular fever I had when I was 20 that never really ended.
But anyway, its a positive... things are happening and I am really excited about it. It has made me think about all kinds of weird things. Once I start hormones its unlikely my penis will be useful for much within about a month. And to be honest I haven't really used my penis for anything much in the past six years, but just knowing that soon I wouldn't be able to even if I wanted to sort of makes me want to go get rampant with it. Like a disgusting genital montage, taking cute pictures by a lake with a picnic basket, scrapbooking memories of the peen, throwing a goodbye party like its going backpacking in Europe...
I probably won't do any of those things though, because any kind of sex that actually involves dealing with it is a bit weird in my own brain still..it has kinda been an issue the past few times I even tried.
Like there is a scrolling list of things making me feel uncomfortable going through my head at the time. Penis... Stress....Money....Emotions.........and.....sorry I don't think this is going to work.
The other positive, is I feel really free, I think when you are so close to complete collapse you reach a really unhealthy but satisfying point of not really giving a single fuck about anything. When bankruptcy is a very real possible outcome you can really just throw yourself at any scenario knowing whatever the outcome it won't be as bad as the potential shitstorm you are facing in the future. It's fantastic.
More people than ever know about my plans, I have been really considering getting my name change out of the way as soon as I can actually afford to do it. Just so that I have that extra step along the path covered, ticking a thing off a list for the endorphins, that kind of thing.
Anyway I guess that's all I really have to say for now...I am like the cat in the tree, hanging in there baby... and I will endeavour to let everyone know if that status slips much further.
"One could imagine a delight and a power of self-determining, and a freedom of will, whereby a spirit could bid farewell to every belief, to every wish for certainty, accustomed as it would be to support itself on slender cords and possibilities, and to dance even on the verge of abysses. Such a spirit would be the free spirit par excellence." Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science, Book V, Aphorism 347