First, I am a pan-sexual woman with severe ADHD and a sprinkling of BPD. If I have a meltdown or an episode, I am VERY sorry. Let me take 5, and I can apologize and be a reasonable human being again. None of this is an excuse, but it at least explains it. I assure you, I will be tearing myself apart with guilt and embarrassment for far longer than is healthy. I would be eternally grateful if you could have a little patience and not pour fuel on the fire. I would never wish any of these disorders on anyone. I will do my best.
Who am I? That is always a difficult question to answer as self introspection can be a rather painful and difficult exercise. I don’t believe we are always the same. We all change, but we do like to make the same choices over and over. If I had to sum myself up, I am a force of nature who cares too much.
I feel like there are more important issues than obsessing over genitals and monopoly money for the entertainment industry. Maybe slow your roll on murdering people on the other side of the world? How about here too? Improve infrastructure? Housing? Enshrine abortion as a fucking legal right? Wages? Stop erasing the achievements of women and your crusade against dei? I could go on, but my life is already a giant mess this week.
I had nothing but bad experiences as a kid and grew up to find I am extremely allergic to the fuzzy little monsters. Had some allergy test they did with blood work when I moved here, and cats had the scary numbers. Been around a couple I have liked, but the stress of constant hand washing, meds, wheezing, and swollen eyes makes it impractical long term. I appreciate the hell out of friends who go the extra mile to scrub clean guest rooms and basements for visits/parties.
Worst part is my partner is a huge cat person and found out they are allergic too. Grew up with them and everything. We did try and cat sit for a day or two, but I guess it isn’t meant to be.