Menopause is still treated more like a throwaway joke than an experience that deserves to be explored with any kind of artistic or emotional depth.
I’m already leading a different life than the nuclear family I’d envisioned. There’s freedom in stepping away from that, but I find it uncomfortable too.
In that sense, we’re still haunted.
I couldn’t fight off the sense that there is a certain absurdity to getting tested for a disease for which there is currently no cure.
Transition needn’t be a straight line.
When you love someone with dissociative identity disorder, you are not building one healthy relationship—you are building many.