The past months have given me ample time to think and reflect on things, including the specific reasons why the eviction case I'm dealing with upsets me so much. It being baseless and an aggressive attack to shut down tenant's rights is pretty bad already, but there's something more. Something far more fundamental. Something about me being a liar.
What's the central theme about the past twelve years that I have struggled to find recognition and help for my intersex condition? Being called a liar. About making up being intersex, having female genitals. Lying about having a period and monthly pains. Lying about worsening chronic pains. Even as the physical evidence kept mounting, the accusations kept coming.
The eviction case is similar: I have identified a problem to the best of my abilities, followed all the rules and then get assaulted regardless, called a liar and a thief, and have my integrity as a person cast into doubt again.
Clearly following the rules is meaningless. Being a nice person only helps others.
The only truth which matters is the one which those who are more powerful can force upon those who are weaker.
Ergo, I'm a liar and deserve all the misery which comes my way.
Maya
1 comment:
You're not alone. Many have been falsely accused, for no good reason. I'm not belittling your challenges, but trying to let you know that false accusations in a cruel hearted world are not alien to honorable people. Sending you heart and a hug! as lame as that might seem.
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