It felt for a few years that things were looking up. No one really cared when I transitioned, people were largely supportive.
Since 2016 though, things have been in a rapid decline. I’m exhausted, I feel like I have a target on my back, and I’m terrified.
I want to move but the economy is crashing and I have some semblance of stable work now. Not enough to save for a move, not enough to get above water on the debt my ex left me, but enough that hopefully I’ll be able to keep paying rent and keep food in my fridge.
I just can’t imagine another three years of this.
Within the confines of my apartment, I have most of what I need. It’s those external threats that I fear.
I have PTSD related to involuntary institution, and that’s the tool they have that keeps me up at night. Or losing the ability to work and then my apartment. If I can have my space I can survive.