Nevertheless, Molossus Spondee Coded

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Originally posted at dev.to

be me

be born in Vancouver

high cost of living

dirt poor

second son of the family

my dad was a failed starving artist

my mother worked at data entry at a bank

she was fat with a broken back

and at home they didn't do much but eat and watch TV

I mostly grew up alone on books and the computer

at school I was never really bullied

I'd come home and my parents would ask

Were you bullied today at school?

Nothing happened at school

I just hid behind the back at lunch and did nothing

all of my life just nothing

I got a job below my skills and paid my way through college

but the rage ate away at me

I would walk along the streets for hours

just walking away the rage

I had violent and suicidal and sexual and jealous thoughts

I began to suffer at college

I sat in a haze at the library through exams for courses I hadn't been to all semester

but I pushed through

I got an Associate's Degree in CS

I worked part time 10 hours a week

barely

are a job that didn't really use my skills

at night I would feel like I was choking on the smell of burning garbage

so I would go for long walks

I started writing poetry

just sitting at the library and writing poetry all day

I developed weird pains through out my body

I always had body issues

and when I was 24 I got badly sunburned

I freaked out and went to the emergency room

fully convinced I was dying of skin cancer

I kept going on in a fog

in pain and suicidal everyday

I was convinced my face was swelling up oddly

it was round about a year after that

I began meditating

and it really saved my life

I became really accomplished

I meditated a lot

I had to because I was in so much pain

but soon the choking rage came back

eventually I bought a skirt

and it was when I put it on I had to admit I was trans

There's no conclusion here except maybe things didn't have to be like this and you don't really know what handicaps people are struggling with just by looking at their skin or apparent gender and I don't really believe in bad guys and punishment anymore. When you've been to that point where you're a danger to yourself and others you know it's already punishment enough.

Things are getting better. I'm working more. I hope I'll be able to get a job making real use of my coding skills eventually.

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2022-12-17
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Molossus Spondee
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