Denial (“I feel comfortable being addressed and seen as a guy, so I can’t be enby”)
Anger (“Why do people always ignore the ‘it’ in ‘it/he’?”)
Bargaining (“I just care a lot about respecting pronouns, so that’s why I get upset. I’m just doing this to add to enby visibility, because I don’t really mind.”)
Depression (“I suppose people just don’t like referring to humans with pronouns normay used for objects, that’s just how it is”)
Acceptance (“Okay I definitely feel good about being called ‘it’, so I’m probably agender”)
Bargaining again (“Maybe I’m some in-between? Not really cis, but not really enby either?”) Proceeds to cycle between Denial, Bargaining, Acceptance and Bargaining again, with Anger and Depression playing a constant tug-of-war as backdrop
Insert meme of mother yelling at her kid “Why can’t you just be normal”, but it’s me yelling at my Identity “Why can’t you just be simple”
I mostly exist beyond this menial earthly scale but do on occasion return to anger and depression quite frequently. Mostly due to being purposefully misgendered. I’m not a girl, and not transfem, I don’t have a gender
Denial was never a thing I went through, ever, I am indeed happy and comfortable with being called a boy, even though I’m not really. I still say I’m a femboy because that describes my experience of dressing up and being cute. Doesn’t mean I am a boy.
![Egg🖥irl [Transfem]](https://lemmy.world/pictrs/image/e94e0c73-56a9-4cae-9c30-c8152b72c4f3.jpeg){kind=link}
Also, once you realize you’re an enby you kinda live in several of these stages at once.
Denial (“I feel comfortable being addressed and seen as a guy, so I can’t be enby”)
Anger (“Why do people always ignore the ‘it’ in ‘it/he’?”)
Bargaining (“I just care a lot about respecting pronouns, so that’s why I get upset. I’m just doing this to add to enby visibility, because I don’t really mind.”)
Depression (“I suppose people just don’t like referring to humans with pronouns normay used for objects, that’s just how it is”)
Acceptance (“Okay I definitely feel good about being called ‘it’, so I’m probably agender”)
Bargaining again (“Maybe I’m some in-between? Not really cis, but not really enby either?”)
Proceeds to cycle between Denial, Bargaining, Acceptance and Bargaining again, with Anger and Depression playing a constant tug-of-war as backdrop
Insert meme of mother yelling at her kid “Why can’t you just be normal”, but it’s me yelling at my Identity “Why can’t you just be simple”
I mostly exist beyond this menial earthly scale but do on occasion return to anger and depression quite frequently. Mostly due to being purposefully misgendered. I’m not a girl, and not transfem, I don’t have a gender
Denial was never a thing I went through, ever, I am indeed happy and comfortable with being called a boy, even though I’m not really. I still say I’m a femboy because that describes my experience of dressing up and being cute. Doesn’t mean I am a boy.