"If you're one of us, you matter, and a victim. If you're not, you're an abuser." I've seen this soak into everything. I've forgotten and repressed a lot of shit that came flooding back over the past two weeks, and I remember why I buried it.
No matter what you did, no matter what you endured - no matter your choices or what was forced upon you, if you're good or bad, a real survivor, or a faker, all that matters is the label, the trendy bullshit.
So, people who have been through real shit have to swaddle their selves in this lie, or they don't count. And they're held in equal regard with people who haven't done or been through shit, and just want attention.
I'm ready to vomit.
I've had "women troon for this, men troon out for that" rattling in my skull for years but buried a lot of the horror show that led them to do it that I used to know. Instead of being seen as they are and what they've been through, they're only seen as designated mattering people, or not. You're a victim or a victimizer based on a retarded notion of identity.
You're a woman, but want to be taken seriously? Not leched on? Sup dood you're really a guy! Let's skin your arm and start you on tren.
You're a man, but you're hurt, actually have feelings beyond the projected bullshit of socjus retards? Honey, let me go crack your egg. Here's a fucking butt plug and some socks.
You're not retarded enough to totally fall for it? Oh, enby out. Here's some hair dye.
I want to vomit.