Hii. Is this working?
This is my super-awesome blog that's going to talk all about my exciting experiences in therapy and life! I'm making this because someone suggested I should and it's totally groovier to have my own space instead of taking up space on the Histrionic forum or whatever.
Okay so yeah I'm 20-years-old and I'm also a trans-girl living full-time as female in Boston and I'm seeing a therapist as of Monday. If it helps you relate to me I'm also Asian but it's not something I identify with super-strongly.
Um, so, stuff that's been happening since then. I finally got in touch with my boyfriend since he hasn't really been talking to me for the past few days. He does this sometimes and he sort of has a one-track mind where he won't think of you and say hi or answer your messages when he's doing other things. It really sucks.
He's been thinking of breaking up with me but when I got a hold of him yesterday I convinced him his thoughts were of course wrong. I also told him about all the stuff that's been swimming in my mind lately and also stuff I've been talking about with my therapist. He says he can see why I think I have HPD and he also mentioned that I do have a tendency to engage in splitting but he just didn't know how to word it. He found this frustrating apparently.
Anyway, I promised him I'm going to get better and we also discussed some different approaches to our relationship so things will stay nice. I think we reached an agreement and then he jokingly was all "well, you've successfully manipulated me back into our relationship!"
Also, my grandma came to the apartment this morning and yelled at me for not opening the windows while making hash browns. She says I'm going to destroy all of her stuff since I'm cooking stuff around it and I told her I didn't want to open the windows because I was afraid of bugs and I had the AC on anyway then she told me I don't know everything and that by defying her I'm implying I do! Outrageous. I'm beginning to see how my grandmother must have affected the way my mother raised me. Oh, I'm living in my grandmother's apartment in section 8 housing for elderly and disabled people, you see, but she lives in a different apartment most of the time so I'm alone here.
Anyway, then I got a call from my mother saying the people running the building want to evict me.
Okay, so, is this the sort of content you guys want to read about? Or do you only want to focus on therapy? If this sort of stuff comes up, should I only limit it to short simple descriptions? Give me feedback! And totally feel free to comment if you need to ask me something or elaborate or whatever. It's all cool.
I promise my future entries won't be as exciting as this one.