This time last year, I got lost going hiking with a queer hiking group. I told them I needed to use the bathroom, and they told me they would wait for me, but that never actually happened, and they left without me. I was never able to find them, and I had no phone service aside from calling 911 so that’s what I did and 911 alerted a ranger to come find me. The group leader was pissed at me, even though it wasn’t my fucking fault. I constantly am let down by my own community

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This is only one example of some fucked up things that have happened to me in my own community. There is so much more. I’m healing, but I’m doing it by myself, meaning I have mental health professional support and medical support, but most of my “community” have ghosted me. It sucks healing alone, but I would rather be alone than to be around people that are so quick to judge when they don’t understand someone’s needs.

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I try very hard to be there for my own community and to make connections, but it’s hard when there’s very few spaces that legitimately care about being accessible

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