Livin' in the past

It feels so... defunct. But so many do - live in the past. No more. (well, I vow, but reality can take a different tack...)

It used to be a problem - yep, my own woids! Who'd a thunk it? But it feels like that is not the case now. It's not a problem, it just is the way it is. I am that dual/bi whatevered person.

Consider: you go to a therapist (many do) to figure it out. "Doctor. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I feel like a girl and a boy?"

Doctor: "You have Gender dysphoria."

And there it is. You have a disease. Normality is confined to non-diseased bodies. Since others have determined that in fact, what you feel is somehow, well, not "normal", it must be categorized placed in a box, put on paper and placed neatly into the taxonomy.

[Footnote: I wonder how things would look had the taxonomic reality of things, medicine in particular, had been arranged by Borges?]

What if, instead, the "profession" simply said "you're different"?

Leave aside the money and institution questions. How many lives might be saved THAT way?

My TIC session will, I hope, address that.