I have no stomach for people who whine about identity or gender politics. We need to fight until America stops abusing people for their demographic characteristics. This isn't about that.
What bothers me is identity medicine. Many of us take comfort in collecting diagnoses. Seasonal Affective Disorder. IT Band Syndrome. Allergies. Sleep Apnea. Acid Reflux. Restless Legs Syndrome. Gingivitis. Sensitive Skin.
I'm not suggesting these conditions aren't real. They're real. They explain things about us. Treating them offers us hope.
It's that hope that concerns me. I see myself becoming dependent on that hope. Codependent? Another diagnosis.
I may have self-diagnosed last weekend, a practice I avoid. The assessments I used were inconclusive, as are my feelings about it. The condition isn't something I judge in others. It's more a question of my identity.
An analogy. How would you feel if you found out one of your biological parents might not be? Would you want to know for sure?
It wouldn't change anything. Your corporeal body. Your experiences. No one worth a damn would change their opinion of you.
There may be explanatory power. You might go easier on yourself. Change your plans a bit. You might find new wells of forgiveness.
Would you want to know the answer? I'm not sure how I feel about considering the question.
Welcome to April 2023’s Disappearing Moment, an inventory of my experiences. I hope you enjoy it.
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Thanks for spending a few moments with me. I look forward to corresponding again next month.