It always seems to happen once someone finds out. Maybe it's because people like to put things in categories. Maybe it's because people don't understand. Even my T used the phrase "people like you." I hate being a thing, and it, a not person, just because I have a bad past. Why can't I just be a person? As soon as someone finds out they freak. I feel like a secret leper. A monster in people clothes. Like I'm poison. Toxic for existing. Wrong for the world. Frustrated. Sad.