During my name change, I jokingly wanted my name Cassandra because I feel like Cassandra of Troy. My neurodivergent ass always calling bullshit out and seeing through everyone’s game, picking up on subtle patterns that lead to bigger events everyone else is blind to, yet no one believes me or thinks I’m a fucking lunatic. My wife just replies “you’re so cute” when I act like this, but I feel like I’m being talked down to, manipulated, and more importantly, ignored. I once used the word “gaslighting” in an argument and she became hyper defensive, telling me that’s not it. Uh huh.
I’m a trans SAHM, no friends, nowhere to go, my wife keeps me placated with plenty of weed and video games, among other projects for me to do while I bedrot. Some might think this is the dream come true, but I feel like I’m derezzing all the time. So, yeah. Possible PTSD.
I’m not physically abused, but psychologically she tries to boss me around on everything (just like her bitch of a mother) and would rather just let me bedrot all fucking day so I can be adorable when she comes home. Yet our bedroom has become cold except when she wants “dessert” (bj), and that’s maybe once a month. Meanwhile, I want to meet a nice trans girl and explore my new self, but I got a vehement “no”. Join a polycule? Clearly, I’ve smoked way too much.
I’d leave, but financially, I’m destitute. Medically, I’m recovering from a STEMI, already have back problems (3 fucked discs and sciatica), and my college loans are still deep in the red. I’m basically fucked and unfucked at the same time.
During my name change, I jokingly wanted my name Cassandra because I feel like Cassandra of Troy. My neurodivergent ass always calling bullshit out and seeing through everyone’s game, picking up on subtle patterns that lead to bigger events everyone else is blind to, yet no one believes me or thinks I’m a fucking lunatic. My wife just replies “you’re so cute” when I act like this, but I feel like I’m being talked down to, manipulated, and more importantly, ignored. I once used the word “gaslighting” in an argument and she became hyper defensive, telling me that’s not it. Uh huh.
I’m a trans SAHM, no friends, nowhere to go, my wife keeps me placated with plenty of weed and video games, among other projects for me to do while I bedrot. Some might think this is the dream come true, but I feel like I’m derezzing all the time. So, yeah. Possible PTSD.
is she good to you or abusive?
Because from that description I can interpret it either way and not sure to tell you to enjoy your paradise or run away as fast as you can.
I’m not physically abused, but psychologically she tries to boss me around on everything (just like her bitch of a mother) and would rather just let me bedrot all fucking day so I can be adorable when she comes home. Yet our bedroom has become cold except when she wants “dessert” (bj), and that’s maybe once a month. Meanwhile, I want to meet a nice trans girl and explore my new self, but I got a vehement “no”. Join a polycule? Clearly, I’ve smoked way too much.
I’d leave, but financially, I’m destitute. Medically, I’m recovering from a STEMI, already have back problems (3 fucked discs and sciatica), and my college loans are still deep in the red. I’m basically fucked and unfucked at the same time.
Hope you’re doing better than me!