One thing to know about me is I absolutely loathe talking about myself. But I guess if I want to sell books I'm gonna have to get over that. Quick. 

 

I was born in Ottawa in June of 1994 and my parents moved up to Elliot Lake before my second birthday. My mom is from Elliot Lake. Her family moved here when the town was just tents along the shores of Horne Lake. When she was born my grandma had to be rushed to the hospital in Parry Sound - it was the closest one. My uncle was one of the first babies born in our hospital. My dad is from Ludlow, New Brunswick. Both he and my mom were in the military, dad the army and mom the air force, and both specialized in finance.  

 

I just noticed I immediately started talking about my parents. See? I suck at this. The only interesting parts of me are symptoms of something and I don't want to bum you out the first time we meet! I'm being assessed for autism next month so that might be a part of why I'm so bad at this.

 

I went to Catholic school growing up. I was bullied pretty bad there and I really don't remember most of my childhood. Catholic school is the reason I didn't feel comfortable coming out as bisexual until I was almost 19. Everyone could tell, and so could I, but the teachers and general societal culture I was around during my formative years made it very clear that being anything but straight and cis was BAD and I was terrified of hell so I just. Shut that part of me down. 

 

I was lucky though. None of my friends were straight and my sister had been outed by her guidance counsellor like five years prior so I knew I had a support system that wasn't going to drop out from under me when I did finally acknowledge my utterly sinful desires. But admitting it in my head filled me with so much Catholic guilt that the thought of admitting it out loud was just not an option. My best friend in high school was pansexual for fuck sakes.

 

Thinking back now I just shake my head at myself. 17 year old me had way too much on their plate. I think that's upsettingly normal for every teenager.  

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After high school I spent three months in my bedroom due to my first depressive episode (turns out it was Major Depressive Disorder). Then I spent about 6 years battling my own brain to keep myself alive. That bitch is not on my team, they try to kill me way too often.  

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And on that note I'm going to end my rambling. This page is most definitely going to change as I figure out what I'm doing. But here is my first attempt to introduce myself to the world! 

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Miigwetch/Marsi/ Thank You, 

​Metwaikamekenang