Author:Paul Gilmartin

Jensen Karp

The writer/ ex-rapper/ entrepreneur/ podcaster talks about living with Obsessive Thoughts Disorder, being molested by a 19 year-old female when he was 13 and the ways his disorder interpreted the trauma until he saw it as such.

Follow Jensen on Twitter @JensenClan88

Visit his website www.jensenkarp.com

Check out his art gallery Gallery88 on Melrose Ave in Los Angeles.

Listen to his podcast Get Up On This

 

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The First Time I Dressed Up As a Transwoman: A Guest Blog by Christiana Cranberry

In 1989, I was a sixteen year old with a mother who was a very heavy sleeper. Nights meant I could finally “dress” in the outfit I’d collected by sometimes unsavory means. Mostly from shoplifting sometimes at the mall down the road. A black skirt, high heels, and a simple blouse weren’t something I could just carry to the cash register and buy. I knew stealing was wrong, but I could finally soothe that nagging feeling. The purr that quickly turned into a roar, and me into a monster who yelled at my friends incoherently. Maybe because they all seemed so comfortable in their skin, and the eyes of society. I was angry, and dejected from a night of not fitting in, so I began dressing up as soon as I was home for the night. It was very late, and I was as drunk as I had ever been.

Up to that point I was buying cigarettes to share with my friends when they came over really desperate. In my cloudy haze I began to think I should go get a pack for myself. This was something I was absolutely mortified of normally, but right then I was feeling fearless. I decided I could take my Honda Elite scooter the six blocks, buy smokes, and be home in no time flat. I park it out front of the shop, but can I go in? Maybe the guy inside would make fun of me? I can only hope that’s not true, but my heart was racing. Next thing I knew, I was inside the brightly lit store. The clerk seems a little confused by my scared look, but with little hesitation, sells me the cigarettes. Easier to just get me out of the place, I’m sure. I left in a hurry, too.

I had done it! I had walked through life, dressed as my true self. As opposed to the walk around the block almost every transwoman has done. So relieved, yet still flustered, I jump on my cycle and tear out of the parking lot. I’m in such a hurry to get home, I speed through the stop sign. In my peripheral vision I barely registered the car speeding up from under the railroad underpass to my left. It hits the back of my scooter with a terrible force that throws me to the concrete. It’s like a thousand fists at once. As soon as I realized what’s happening, and the trouble I was in, I’m up and moving. The man in the car started to get out, and without thinking really, I began to scream “just go! I’m okay, I’m okay! GO! I really saw fear mirrored in the eyes of this poor guy, who might had been drunk as well, equally confused at all that was happening. He seemed worried, but relieved to extricate himself from such a crazy scene. Alone again, I go to lift my Honda Elite 180 scooter off the ground. I have put it down a couple times before, but this time the engine is literally hanging out of the back, so I wasn’t that surprised when it didn’t start.

In a feat of superhuman strength I drag the very totaled remains to the side of the road. After I shabbily covered the lifeless scooter with several sticks, I ran all the way home. I sprinted as fast as I possibly could wearing three inch heels which was pretty fast under the circumstances. Sobered up by the specter of death, I washed my face, changed back into my male uniform, and went quickly to sleep. I just wanted the nightmare to end.

It was far from over though. Without having a chance to dream, I woke up an hour later to my mom shouting the police were at the door. I grabbed a glass of day old water and drank it down quickly. It was either effective at masking the smell of beer, or the officer had sympathy for me. I could only imagine what I looked like. Remnants of mascara around my eyes, tears flowing. I didn’t mention dressing up or drinking that night. Half of an hour later, I was out of his car, and safe at home again. I was given a ticket for driving without a license and leaving the scene of an accident. It would be about fifteen more years before I would get the courage to live full-time. It is unfortunate because I had to experience a few hundred more nightmares trying to live as the guy I was most definitely not born to be. Now that I’ve thrived as a woman for almost a decade, I wish I could tell my younger self how less scary it is than hiding. Once I was out, and I was finished covering the tracks of misfortune and shame, only then could I find true agency, and start to heal.

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Jeanie Bergen

The 30 year-old writer talks about being parentless at 3 and the complex relationship with her mentally disabled sister whom she now has guardianship of.  She and Paul bond over suicidal thoughts, isolating and much much more!

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John H

The 25 year-old discusses his Generalized Anxiety Disorder, social awkwardness, difficulty making eye-contact, compulsive overeating, abusive ex-wife and the possibility of being on the autism spectrum.

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Roxanne R.

The 57 year-old incest survivor talks about growing up in a family “where being born female was considered a moral failure”.  She also talks about her struggles with repressed memories and possible DID (Dissociative Identify Disorder)

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Tiffany Haddish

The comedian/dancer/actor shares about her mother’s descent into mental illness (schizophrenia), the abuse she suffered at her hands, the year she spent in the foster care system and the strength she feels it has given her.

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