I was in VRChat and we were talking about autism and I don’t remember how exactly it happened but I ended up calling my dad in VR and asking him if the reason I got taken for “physical therapy” at school for several years after I learned to write (originally it was because I’m left handed but didn’t have enough muscles and motor control to write well) and my dad confirmed that it was to help me develop and I never realized.
They had an inside swing, a big ol weighted blanket, a bean bag, putty of different thicknesses to strengthen hand muscles, fidget toys, and the “teacher” had a cool little glass sphere on her desk that had live coral in it. She said there used to be a shrimp but it died. tbh even as an adult I’d love to go back there and just mess around with all the different toys. I still have one she gave me at the end of the school year.
The person I was talking to in VRChat thought it was so funny I never noticed that he friended me and we became good friends for a while. I even visited him to go to formula drift together (drifting cars but a ranked competition)
“That depends. Is the existence of this form going to be known to my family? If so, yep, totally safe.”
yeah i remember they asked something like that when i was in school. i knew that if i told them the truth, my mother would abuse me when i get home.
(because for some incomprehensible reason, whenever there’s any problem, the mother is the first who gets to know about it. doesn’t matter whether i explicitely tell them not to tell my mother.)
I distinctly remember being like 12 and intentionally lying on the long general mental health screening form at the two questions that were screening for gender dysphoria. I couldn’t put into words why it mattered that I was lying about it, but I just had a strong suspicion it wouldn’t go well if I told the truth because my parents might find out. I consider that decision to be yet another instance of me using my intelligence to do something dumb.
Thankfully I never thought to tell the psychologists about how my parents’ fighting made me feel, because oh boy would that not have gone well
Same, except it was do you feel safe at school. It was around age 13 or so and by that point I had solidly learnt that telling anyone just adds punishment to the bruises.
Ugh yeah. We had a bunch of cops come do an assembly at my junior school about ‘violence at home’ and then they spent playtime in one of the classrooms where students could come ask for help and whatnot.
I got all the way into the room in front of them before I chickened out at the thought of the never ending repercussions I was going to face if I brought cops to the house. I just mumbled some bullshit about ‘wrong room’ and left.