i wish i didn’t have breakdowns from being around too many people or unfamiliar situations or too many sensory inputs.
i wish i didn’t have to act hard to blend in with others.
i wish i didn’t have to constantly worry about my access to healthcare and medication.
i wish i didn’t have to worry about getting harassed or hurt any time i leave my house.
i wish i didn’t get misgendered by strangers daily, especially when i talk to them.
i wish i didn’t have to avoid social media and reading news because of the constant attacks and lies and negative rhetoric about people like me.
i wish we weren’t constantly being litigated out of existing in public.
i wish we weren’t a constant target for political gain.
i wish people didn’t constantly look at me with a mixture of horror and disgust whenever i pop out to the shops or for a walk.
i wish i didn’t have that tense feeling of danger whenever i go for a piss.
i wish i didn’t look at myself in the mirror, never knowing whether i’ll like what i see or be miserable.
i wish my brain and feelings worked to an understandable, consistent set of rules so i could better look after myself.
i wish i was normal.