A Note to Young Milla, Addressed Backwards Through Time.
Dear Milla,
I know you're thinking about zipping through electronics at DeVry after graduation. But it doesn't work. You drop out due to a crushing depression caused by your complete lack of self-esteem. It's rooted in your lifelong gender dysphoria. Go to a real university instead. In fact, make it OSU, because Columbus is where your soon-to-be gender therapist lives. Get a pharmacy degree; forget computers. Work.
That one guy you met a couple years ago? Ditch him nicely.
Fix your relationship with your sister now. You won't have to be jealous anymore.
Oh, one more thing: I know you're just about to graduate, and you're still figuring things out.
And I know the very idea terrifies you.
Let her out.
That's the real you. You're an intersexed girl, not a crazy pervert. Do it. Now.
If you have any questions, I'll be here in the future, beating my head against the desk.
Oh the things I could say to younger versions of myself, books could be written. I have however found that I can (do and have) sent hugs and very small messages of support back since I learned Reiki.
I too have a mood disorder, so I share your pain, wow, do I! Better living through chemistry girlfriend!
"You gotta keep on Rockin, ya just can't stop..."
I have NO idea why Jutebox Hero floated through my mind, but I figured why should I suffer alone!
A Note to Young Milla - 04/17/06 03:34 AM
A Note to Young Milla, Addressed Backwards Through Time.
Dear Milla,
I know you're thinking about zipping through electronics at DeVry after graduation. But it doesn't work. You drop out due to a crushing depression caused by your complete lack of self-esteem. It's rooted in your lifelong gender dysphoria. Go to a real university instead. In fact, make it OSU, because Columbus is where your soon-to-be gender therapist lives. Get a pharmacy degree; forget computers. Work.
That one guy you met a couple years ago? Ditch him nicely.
Fix your relationship with your sister now. You won't have to be jealous anymore.
Oh, one more thing: I know you're just about to graduate, and you're still figuring things out.
And I know the very idea terrifies you.
Let her out.
That's the real you. You're an intersexed girl, not a crazy pervert. Do it. Now.
If you have any questions, I'll be here in the future, beating my head against the desk.
Love,
The Real You
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*thump thump thump thump thump*
Posted in hindsight by Milla | Comments (2)
If you find a way to get this letter delivered, let me know--I have some more you can send to past selves! That or a pillow (you know, for the desk).
Posted by patita at April 17, 2006 11:21 AM
Hiya Milla!
Oh the things I could say to younger versions of myself, books could be written. I have however found that I can (do and have) sent hugs and very small messages of support back since I learned Reiki.
I too have a mood disorder, so I share your pain, wow, do I! Better living through chemistry girlfriend!
"You gotta keep on Rockin, ya just can't stop..."
I have NO idea why Jutebox Hero floated through my mind, but I figured why should I suffer alone!
Samantha
Posted by Samantha at September 17, 2007 12:48 AM