I once had a grad class that let out at at 10pm. On the bus ride to class, I was fine. On the ride from class my stomach was in my throat, all the nausea. After a few classes I figured out the difference: on the way to class, there was traffic and people getting on and off. On the home the bus just booked it over all the potholes because it didn't have up constantly stop.
That's also when I learned Dramamine [anti-nausea med] makes me wicked nauseous on an empty stomach.
[not the person you replied to]No worries. Especially with some is the less well-known identities, if you don't know it exists you can't know it's an option to identify with it.
For me, being asexual was a possibility and identifying as asexual was an option, neither of which I was aware of in high school.
What I'm trying to say is words are hard.
He might have been an engineer unlucky enough to be promoted to project manager
Now, I was lucky in high school. I was one of the "good kids" with impeccable grades and a quiet demeanor, so when I shoved a kid down the stairs for pinching my butt, no one saw anything. (LPT: don't pinch someone's butt as they are going up the stairs. They have the high ground and might be startled. I'm still pissed at that kid. He was fine, we were only a few steps up.)
"it takes two to tango" that is, there'd not be a fight if the victim didn't resist. Therefore both parties are at fault /s
Tbh, I'd grow them myself except
I have no idea. Dad never complained about them and had a whole trellis of them.
Yeah, they're really cool.
My dad grew tomatoes, loufas, and those decorative gourdes you turn into bird houses.
Look, I can't be autistic. I fit in perfectly with all my board game geek friends in engineering school.
I grew up closeted queer (trans and ace) and the only non-queer facet of me that I could also describe as closeted was my religion. I grew up in a very Baptist area and I was not any flavor of Baptist. I was Catholic in a county with maybe 0.3% Catholics. My classmates were all about Bible camp and questioned whether Catholics were even Christians. You better believe I masked as generic Christian.
Then I went to college several states away and figured out I could just be as queer and agnostic as I felt.
Edit: saying yes, non-queer folk can grow up closeted and masking, but it's not the same as just figuring out who you are as you age. There's fear and hiding yourself for safety's sake.
I have an uncommon birth name. My only known name doppelganger has a high prestige job and has started over taking me in search results. I'm happy to finally be a bit less Google-able.