I Feel Like An Unwanted Dog Dropped Off At A Shelter For Having Bad Behaviour. I Only Bite When I'm Scared.

I feel like an unwanted dog dropped off at a shelter for having bad behaviour. I only bite when I'm scared.

Be active in the things you care about!

Upset about misinformation spread by younger therians on tiktok? Instead of just reposting and being upset about it, go make a tiktok account and start posting informationally about therianthropy, try to include sources!

Want more alterhuman buddies on tumblr? Go interact with your community!! Reply in length to posts, and not just in tags, comment your thoughts, send in asks to blogs you think are cool saying hello! I do hope I speak for most when I say that everyone would be overjoyed to chat! Don’t be embarrassed or intimidated, we’re all in this together!

Want to help stop alterhumans aiding the fur farm industry? Post a list of resources and shops that sell actually humane fur and bones, and update it occasionally!

Tired of having no otherkin meetups in your area? Organize one! Start small, just a meetup and a few activities, you’ve got this!

Want alterhuman books? Congrats you’re a writer now! Want fictionkin music? Check out that cool musician right there, on the other side of the screen! Stained glass pieces, website building, art, woodworking, games, embroidery, streaming, and on and on! You can do whatever you put your mind to! Don’t wait for others to pick up the slack, you can be the first!

Good luck everycreature, and happy howling!

Teetering between “I want a collar, I wanna be pet! I wanna be loved and cared for” and “if you as much as exist within a radius of 10 metres around me I will bite off your face” and nothings clear at this point

this fucking guy

Fully prepared to accept my alterhumanity as a symptom of mental illness.

Why?

Because it changes absolutely nothing.

Maybe it's a delusion. Maybe it's a reaction to dissociation. Maybe it's a coping mechanism to hell knows what. Maybe it's the onset of psychosis or related disorders (though I highly doubt it).

But all that doesn't matter, but it's still real to me. It's my experience. It's my identity. It doesn't matter what it's caused by, I still feel how I feel. Just because it's a delusion or disorder to the rest of the world doesn't mean it's not my own personal reality.

At the end of the day, I'm still not human, because that's how I experience my own identity.