Posted on Dec 6, 2015 ; related to Updates, Real life, School, Looking Back. Leave a comment?
So I have two more weeks of school term until I get to go to Thailand for break.
I’ve come so far I think! One year ago I was still kind of fucked up and very lonely because I was living alone and isolated in Milwaukee. I didn’t have anyone I could really call a friend until the last 2 months of my time in Milwaukee which was April. I was still not technically “clean” since I didn’t want to be. I was dissociating regularly and still reeling from being harassed during my first quarter. I was also living without my regular hearing aids since they were lost in the mail, but I did not know that then.
But the main thing was the loneliness. It was horrible. Even while I lived in the dorms, my social anxiety combined with my hearing loss and culture shock resulted in my not making many friends in freshman year. While other first year kids were already grouping up, I isolated myself in my room. I rarely kept my door open, and I felt like I had to be vigilant all the time.
Although after I moved out from the dorms and got my apartment which was very nice, I was even more isolated. I went for days not talking to anyone. I remember one night where I just completely dissociated and spent the whole night just thinking about how lonely it was.
Even though I already was past the point of wanting to kill myself, I remember relapsing several times that first year. I had good grades and even pulled a 4.00 my second term and got a 3.93 GPA the end of my first year, but I was suffering.
But now to the good stuff.
After only 8 weeks at my new uni, I have what I could even call a friend group. People whom I study with, who I eat with, and who I laugh with. They might make me annoyed sometimes, but these people care about me, and I for them. Being with these people made me wonder how I ever made it without friends.
I’m 9 months clean today. I just finished my final project for computer science class. I might be pulling a 4.00 this term. I’m going to Thailand in two weeks.
I’m going through my first term again, but this time with friends there with me.
Posted on Jul 2, 2015 ; related to Real life, Looking Back. Leave a comment?
Last month, after coming back from college, I had my yearly checkup. I had prepared myself to tell my doctor about my being transgender, about vaccines and about my weight. Before stepping on that scale in the doctor’s office, I didn’t weight myself for several months, since before I left for college.
Because I spent most of my childhood and teen years agonizing about my weight and going on countless diets and exercise routines, my weight is a touchy topic. Growing up as a Thai American girl, and especially as the oldest kid, I was under pressure to look and act a certain way. The acting, I nailed down quickly, but the looking part remained a disappointment.
I learned to get used to my parents making comments about my body and how I should lose weight. I joined sports teams to play sports, but also to lose weight. Scrutinizing myself in front of a mirror, grabbing bunches of fat, and picturing myself as a beautiful, skinny person was something I did every day without fail.
While infrequent, trips to Thailand were marked with dread as relatives with good (and less than good) intentions stared me down, looking at how much I gained or lost weight since they last saw me. I simply learned to accept the comments about my eating habits and advice on how to lose weight, but that didn’t make their remarks hurt less.
Fortunately, at sixteen, I decided to stop all this diet and weight loss nonsense and decided to pursue Health at Every Size instead. I rejected dieting and calorie counting. Instead, I tried eating until my body told me it was full. I exercised with a different mindset, because it was good for my body and it gave me energy, instead of because it could help be lose weight. All this helped a lot with my body image issues, and I was able to keep my body hating thoughts to a minimum.
And now, here I was again, in the doctor’s office, facing my judgement in the form of a scale. Most people gained weight after their first year of college, I tried to reassure myself. Besides, why should you care about your weight anyway? I thought you were past that. Still, I hesitated to step on the scale.
When the numbers appeared, I looked at them, at first not registering them in my mind. 192 pounds? I lost over 10 pounds at school? I didn’t know how to feel. As I stepped off the scale, I was reminded of the time I lost 25 pounds at 11 years old only to gain them back a year later. I was reminded of the time I tried to starve myself at 12 years old because nothing else would help me lose weight. And at 15, when I gained 20 pounds in less than a year due to depression.
After all these years of trying to lose weight and failing then giving up, here I was, 10 pounds lighter. My old self would have felt elated, but I tried to blame it on a fluke. It might have been an error on the scale’s part, or just weight fluctuation. It could have been the stress at school. Strangely enough for me, I did not want to lose that weight.
When the doctor congratulated me, I smiled outwardly, but internally, I was conflicted.
I was afraid that if I accepted that I lost that weight, then that old feeling of hating myself and feeling that losing weight for the sake of doing it was a good thing would come back. I was afraid of falling back into old habits, and, really, of wanting to lose weight again. While I tried to convince myself that this was all past me, and that I was fully body positive now, I still had that old part of me that thought if I lost weight, my life would be much better.
While I would like to say that I am free from my baggage, I can’t make that statement. I still feel jealous of conventionally attractive people, I still sometimes think that I would be so much better looking if I were skinnier, and maybe I could even find a romantic partner if I would lose weight. It’s hard to escape feeling inadequate about my size, and even though I do acknowledge that I still hold some privilege over people who are bigger than I am, I don’t like my body a lot much of the time.
Still, even if I cannot shout, “I love and accept myself and my body all the time” from the rooftops, I can say that I’m constantly trying to accept my body for what it is, with or without fat, with or without illness, and with or without scars.
Posted on Apr 22, 2015 ; related to Updates, Real life, School. Leave a comment?
So I’m transferring from my school in Milwaukee to Kettering University. It’s been a long time coming, at least for me, even though I tried to deny it since day 1.
I don’t think I’m such a horrible person as to be stuck up or to not be friends with anyone, and I like to think I’m an open person, but honestly being at my current school is very trying. It wasn’t just being harassed; it felt like I didn’t belong in the school. When I was applying for colleges, I often scoffed at the notion of “fit.” If the school had a good reputation and gave me a decent amount of money I would be willing to go: the more money, the better.
Naive me had a rude awakening. The first day at school, or rather, the first day of orientation, I felt like I didn’t belong. I made acquaintances, I went to the welcome week events, I tried to get to know people, but the longer I was there, the more and more I felt like a freak. These kids weren’t like the ones I was used to back in my hometown-whatever that meant.
I grew up in liberal Ann Arbor, a hippie/hipster town where diversity wasn’t even a thing you had to encourage, it just happened. I grew up around all kinds of people, and I never had the luxury of only interacting with people who were exactly like me. In Ann Arbor, you learn to be totally okay with people of different race, religion, and sexualities and genders.
Not so in Milwaukee. Everyone was white. I would say 90-95% of the school population was white. I thought I was used to that, used to being the only nonwhite kid in the group, but what I didn’t realize was that the general climate of the campus was more close-minded (I hesitate to say conservative because not all conservative people are close-minded). Even in my first week, I felt acutely aware of my race, that I wasn’t white like everyone else.
Presentation was very hard for me, too. At home, after coming out I could dress as masculine as I liked and use any gender restroom I preferred, but I couldn’t in Milwaukee. It felt like everyone fit their gender role so well that any difference would be strongly discouraged. I went so far as to hold my pee in for five hours straight just to avoid using the bathroom.
That, combined with getting harassed, and having my hearing aids break and the school losing my replacement which was supposed to come by mail, felt like the final straw. Things did get better, I got a job, and I made more friends, but I realized that I didn’t want to stay in this kind of environment. I didn’t want to stay in a place where I felt like I didn’t belong because of my gender and race, where the LGBT student club refuses to send campus wide emails because they didn’t want their members getting harassed.
I applied to Kettering as a transfer student and got accepted. I’m in the process of getting a co op position, and am considering changing my major from mechanical engineering to computer science. All in all, right now is a time full of changes.
What I want to do for Wacky Onion is to keep it up, definitely, but now that I’m more busy with life, I can’t regularly add new content such as site layouts and articles like I used to. I will keep those up, mostly for nostalgic purposes, maybe keep them under an archive, and repackage Wacky Onion as more of a personal blog.
Here’s to hoping that everything will work out.