Ladies and gentlemen, this is what social anxiety feels like.
IMPORTANT CHARACTER IS IMPORTANT. Never has Disney produced such a realistic character, female, male, villain or princess, ever before. This is a woman who we watched grow up completely suppressing her natural gifts and true self. How many of us have had to hide things? Our love of dance from our overly macho dad? Or homosexuality from right-winged parents? A love of the arts because our families want us to have “real jobs”? Our ADHD, dyslexia, or other “disabilities” because it didn’t fit into traditional learning environments? How about the part where she felt completely an under anxiety her entire life to the point where her interactions with other humans were affected determinately? How many times have we all been under so much constant stress that we feel like this nice snow storm is battering around inside you? And let’s not forget her chronic depression, a side affect of her crippling anxiety and years of self denial. Elsa is literally every single teenager who ever existed and she is so incredibly real beecause she reacts selfishly, she reacts rashly, she reacts illogically, because that’s what real human people do. They go through hell and they fuck up. But they’re truly good people at heart who want love and freedom just like everyone else, the road is just harder to get there. But it makes the end all worth while.
And the most important part in all of this? The world is going nuts for Elsa. Everyday I see little girls running around the Magic Kingdom dressed as her, carrying her dolls, wearing her shirts, standing in line 5 hours just to meet her. They’re going to grow up worshiping her and looking up to her and singing Let it Go at the top of their lungs. And they’re going to make the world a better place because she exists. This is a character who is going to live forever because Disney let her be real and flawed and incredibly human. Elsa is the greatest creative achievement in Disney history, hands fucking down.
OI! This is serious bid-ness, young lady! I’m all trying to figure out my feelings and what I want and then he’s all, “Uses handsome! It’s super effective!” and I do this:
So, last night, I was getting ready to go out with my boyfriend to a dance at my school (which was cancelled due to lack of ticket sales) and, I had a nice black vest and a nice white shirt, and my uncle had just came home the other day from the mine (my uncle is homophobic and he has abused me many times throughout my child hood) and when I had came out of my room to show my memere how nice I looked, my uncle was in the room that i thought my grandma/memere would be in (she was downstairs doing laundry), and he asked me why I wasnt wearing a dress.
my memere and dad both know that I am transgendered and they respect that, however, my uncle does not, and he did not know.
so I decided to sit down and tell him the truth.
he listened carefully and quietlly through all of it, but at the end of my explanation he had said, “I didn’t raise you to be fucked up.”
I agreed, I am a huge mess, I have been for years, but my sexuality and gender identity is not a fuck up, so I argued with him.
he got to a point where, after so many months of piece, he slapped me.
and threw me to the ground and kicked me in the stomach, of course I had puked, and it hurt, a lot.
he grabbed me by the shirt and asked me, “are you a girl”, I said no, my sex is female, but my gender is male..and he dragged me to his room.
he once had a big dog, and he made that dog wear an eletrical dog collar, and weve always kept it in his room, because we dont need it (my uncle killed the dog), he threw me onto the bed and said,” ill ask you one more time, are you a girl” I said no.
held grabbed my wrist, and held onto it tightly, I have a bruise from how tight he was grabbing it, and he pulled out the dog collar, threw me back onto the bed, sat on me, and put the collar on me… then he began yelling, are you a girl, you are a girl, are you a girl, you are a girl, and my response of course was no, no, no, I am male, I am male.
whenever I said that, he would shock me, and it was /hell/.
I was screaming, which only caused the shocks to get worse and worse, and then he said, “do you want to find out how faggots have sex!?” of course I already know this, but still I said no no no no stop stop stop.
my memere had finally heard me and came rushing to the bedroom, and tried to make my uncle stop, but he pushed her down, and thanked god she was okay.. since shes very fragile and all.
she then ran back to the stairs to call up my dad, and oh boy did he run.
he ran up stairs and shoved my uncle away from me and started fighting with him, yelling, punching, kicking, and such so on.
my memere got the collar off of me and brought me into her room, and after my dad and uncle were done fighting, my uncle had grabbed the things he needed and left, shouting a few insults at us.
we called the police today, but they cant find him.
we dont have money for a lawyer, all we have is a counsellor, im not going to ask for money, all I ask for is support.
I dont know what this will do, but please spread this around, this has affected me and family members greatly. I was taken to a hospital today to check if there was any damage on my insides that we dont know of and thankfully there was no damage, just scarring, emotionally and physically. i had a horrifying nightmare relating to this as well.
If you have abused somebody, raped somebody, insulted somebody, in any way possible, I hope this can somehow change your way of heart, and realize how much this can horrify a person, and ruin their lives. it made my life 97x worse than it already is.
If you don’t reblog this that’s okay, but I hate you and you are wrong