The World’s Worst Blogger Returns

… and is ready to belly-flop into your inboxes once again.

So I’ve managed nearly six months of digital inactivity*.  “Achievement” is probably not the word.  It’s been a harder year than even I’d expected, and the longer I went without posting, or even reading, the harder it became.  Which, I guess, is the story of my phobey life.  And whenever I did have time left over which could have been spent wordspinning for your, erm, entertainment, most of that time was instead spent trying to figure out what the hell I was thinking starting a blog at the same time as a chemistry degree.

But life has not been dull.  Well, it has, actually, in many respects, but I’ll be reporting some of the highlights (and lowlights) because changes have happened, and progress has been made as well as lost.

I’m aiming to do separate reports on gender things, uni things and mental health, because all three together might be a bit on the concentrated side, like trying to drink a bottle of mouthwash in one go.  Gender things first, because I can report on those more easily.  Ready?   Here I go.

Bad news first.  I found out yesterday, as the last Thing in a long line of Things so far to hit me on my holiday (which have proven to be ultimately sanity-shattering, especially when timed so expertly), that the referral onto the NHS pathway – which I thought had happened in March – has not been done.  My GP referred me to the mental health service for assessment by an NHS psychiatrist in November, and I got a (rescheduled) appointment in March, which lasted no time at all, and where I was told that there were no problems and the referral would go ahead.  I knew there were long waiting lists, so I hadn’t expected to hear from them for months anyway, but apparently they’ve not received any of my paperwork.  So that’s something I’m going to have to chase up; whoopee for incompetence everywhere.  Anyway.

There have also been problems with my injections – although there’s been a glaringly obvious correlation with stress which doesn’t need explaining – where I’ve found it harder and harder to self-inject as time’s gone on.  I’m not remotely needle-phobic, nor am I any more pain-phobic than anyone else – as far as I know – and I never had problems to start with, until uni started again.  Then I started having problems; it took me longer and longer to psych myself up, and last time I couldn’t do it without help.  I know why – it correlates with stress, and I could probably set an equation to it, which has been worsening steadily as uni’s progressed.  But that’s another post for another time.  Point here is that I’m working on it.  There’s no way in hell I’m letting myself go backwards permanently.  A lot can be said for stubbornness.  So there.

So that’s that.  On to happier things.  I actually have some, which should count as a Happy Thing in itself, as far as I’m concerned.

Surgery.  It’s been researched, and I know what needs doing and when, so it’s just a matter of setting a date now.  I meet the criteria for top surgery on 30th June, then I need to obtain a letter confirming it, and then I’ll be off to Brighton – haltingly, twitchingly, phobic-ly off, of course – some time this summer to rid myself of those unmentionable alien shapes.

That’s all I can manage for the moment.  I promised myself I’d post as soon as I had the time, but I’m doing less-than-brilliantly.  Trigger warnings for food related issues under the cut (also, I’m explaining my current mental health, so please don’t bother reading if you don’t want to!).

I’ve been going downhill since exam time, but since the holiday started only last weekend, my brain state has deteriorated more rapidly than ever before.  Doubtless affected by circumstances – yet to be explained, I know – I can sit, type (albeit slowly) and sort of shuffle, but that’s my limit.  My poor, long-suffering parents are monitoring my food, although they’re not quite at force-feeding point yet, and gently sort of verbally prodding me to get up, wash, and so on.  So I do apologise for any continuation of bad blogging etiquette, but I wanted to let anyone who’d still willingly read me know that I’m still alive.  And I intend to stay that way.

* Although admittedly, I have been updating Tumblr with more success, mainly because I feel less guilty about plopping my incoherent and worse-written-than-is-usual-even-for-me ramblings in the “published” pile; it’s a lot easier to scroll on by when new posts aren’t sitting motionless in your inbox, so it’s not such an energy-consuming task.  Plus, it’s a lot less likely that anyone would bother to comment to tell me I’m being a whiny twit when the reply system is so lacking… thank Christ.

About JC

I'm a no-longer-nameless trans asexual autistic, chemistry undergraduate at a London university, pronoun enthusiast, amateur photographer and budding proofreader. Son of Optimus. Join me and be amazed. Or just join me. The sense of awe and wonder is optional.
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10 Responses to The World’s Worst Blogger Returns

  1. Meike says:

    I’m glad you’re intending to stay alive! I’ve missed your posts.

  2. howanxious says:

    Good to see you back.. 🙂

  3. doubleinvert says:

    JC it’s so good to hear (read?) from you again. It had been so long, I was starting to get worried.

    The referral problem is bad business, but I’m excited to hear about your top surgery! This is wonderful news!

    Take care, Mr. Prime, and I hope things start improving for you!


    • JC Prime says:

      Thanks Connie, it’s good to be back!

      It is good news indeed – one of few things providing me with motivation to do anything at the moment! I’m sure I’ll find a way to sort out the referral (although I’m not surprised it happened in the first place, which is saddening in itself, but still).

      Thanks again, I hope so too, and I’m looking forward to having the time to catch up on all your posts at long last… 🙂


  4. Eli says:

    He’s back!

    He was missed!

    Now I’m going to stop praising you (as you *obviously* have enough admirers on here), and switch to admonishment:

    What a fucker you are, being gone for so long.
    Nevermind that I was gone for a long time too, that’s not the point!


    • JC Prime says:

      He’s back, with a vengeance 😉

      He’s missed all of you too!

      He would hide in the corner from the shame of his absence, but he feels that would be somewhat nonsensical given that absence is the point of the shame in the first place, so instead he will resolve to blog shamelessly and incessantly and drive the blogosphere to distraction in the process. And maybe start adding pictures. Or even drawing them, by hand (or graphics tablet).

      Also, just to add, it’s fantastic to hear your voice a-rumbling, my friend!


      • Eli says:

        Oh J.C. I would love some pics! I think I saw the corner of your ear on tumblr once. By the way, can you give me the link to that tumblr thing. I don’t have one, but I do like reading you there, and I can’t seem to find how to get back there.

        please and thank you, chap.


      • JC Prime says:

        Duly noted… and yes, my ear appears to be the only part of me that’s not a phobe 😉

        My transition ramblings can be found here, although I’m sure soon enough you’ll regret having ever asked…


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