A blog by Katie Cruz
I was recently asked a few questions… 1. How did I get comfortable being a public MAP? Years of being in the MAP community. Years of philosophy. I know who I am, and I know what I’m not. No one can take that away from me. 2. What’s it like being out and a public
I have a natural disposition for clinical depression. I think it has something to do with my ADD. I get bored. I’m creatively understimulated. There’s all these things that I want to do, yet for whatever reason, I’m unable to. Whether it’s lack of money, health issues, lack of connections, where I reside, or simply
I recently received an unsolicited message asking if I would like to be interviewed about being a minor-attracted person. This would be a great opportunity to share my experience and insight into being a MAP, with an audience that is not generally supportive of MAPs. When vetting the interviewer, it became clear that their site
Since when is it ok to harass people for experiencing grief? Even if the grief seems to be extended and unreasonable to you, it’s not to the person experiencing it. Reminiscing, and crying, over the loss of a relationship is not bragging. It’s part of the healing process. When a loved one is taken out
I need to take a break from the MAP Community. My mental health never completely recovered from the stressful events of last February and last summer. I’ve always been depressed, and anxious, but over the last few months I’ve become vengeful, chaotic, and numb. In the past month, I’ve hurt people who are close to
Welp. It looks like it’s time to speak out. I’ve been contemplating how to go about this all day. Desmond Tutu once said, “If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor.” For too long, I’ve defended Newgon and given them a pass even amidst shitty behavior. I
I’m burnt out. It’s been a long time coming. Once I realized I was starting to burn out I tried to make changes to better my mental health, but by then it was too late. Over these past two years, being off work from a traditional job, I dedicated my time to the MAP community.
I’m always thinking about Lucy. Even three years after last seeing her. Yesterday, I imagined what if I seen her out at a store? What would she say? What would she do? Did her parents feed her society’s narrative that I’m a monster, and change her opinion of me? Would she avoid me. Would she
