/feels/ - Advice & Venting

Disillusioned. Spent a large part of my life being inclusive to people who are "different" because of feeling like an outcast in childhood. Shit just blows up in my face. I don't consider myself GC or anything like that but I am noticing a sickening pattern.

Why is it that nearly every trans woman I've befriended or have to work with has caused absolutely fucking chaos in my life and acted like they were the poor little victim when I called them out on it. I can't talk about this shit anywhere or I'm a bigot apparently.

I remember when I came out as bi to my friends over a decade ago, my family somehow found out, and then it was a total fucking nuclear explosion of issues. I was ostracized in my small town for something I didn't even want to be known publicly. But now it's some bizarre purity test to be some flavor of queer and if I don't mention it I don't deserve respect?… Maybe it's because I'm so past that point, but my orientation is such a small part of my life and has little to do with how I view the substance a person has.

I don't want to dictate how other people live, whatever you want to do go for it. But I've been used, stalked, screamed at, and professionally sabotaged by people like this more often than the rest of the population, totally unprovoked. Ten in a row is insane and a pattern. I rarely get treated this way elsewhere. Even the men I work with are decent and kind in comparison.

My boss will be pretty assertive with anyone except the trans women on our team. I was being creeped on by one of our clients and one of the trans women basically sabotaged my safety. The other sabotaged me at a public event. Boss just shrugs her shoulders when I bring this up and is way too nice to them. Says some shit about second puberty and calls it a day. What's worse is I think her processing is skewed because she has a trans daughter that's financially and emotionally abusive to her. She is an elderly disabled woman, and I feel like they're only getting away with this because she's walking on eggshells. It hurts to watch because I'm also disabled and was abused by my family for it. But her daughter just gets away with it because “she's going thru a hard time.” That's not love.

Weren't we still expected to have accountability while we were going thru puberty?? I'm so sick of this bs without being able to talk about it.

What do I even do? Who do I even talk to?…