Miscarriage
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This page contains descriptions of my personal experiences. Who am I? I'm the person who made this website. Most of this website is dedicated to general information in terms of facts and such. While this page is factual, it will not apply to everyone's experiences. Probably because it is not about everyone's experiences. It is about my experiences.
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Miscarriage
A word that I was not allowed to say in court.
"Did you have a pregnancy?"
"Yes."
"Did that pregnancy come to term?
"No.
Why was I asked that?
It wan't relevant at all.
I wasn't the one on trial. I was only testifying as a witness.
A witness to a crime that never happened. I know for a fact that it didn't happen.
Those are questions that I was asked by an incompetent lawyer.
A lawyer who should have asked better questions. A lawyer who went soft when she saw that woman pretending to need a wheelchair.
Despite never using one. Never needing one. Never wanting one. Never having touched a wheelchair.
Except for when she was testifying to a crime that didn't happen.
I walked out of that courtroom. The judge told me I could leave for lunch if I wanted. She seemed nice.
I sat down outside of the entrance to the courtroom. Waiting.
I wasn't really sure what to do with myself. I was texting back and forth with people. I was ignoring the conversation that I was about to hear.
I didn't start to tune in until I heard the phrase "What a bunch of baloney!"
Oooh. I've got to know what this is. Did they see a goofy AI video on their phone? Did they hear something funny, see something funny.
"How could somebody who looks like THAT ever be pregnant?"
:O
:/
???????
I didn't say anything.
I looked up at the security camera, hoping that it recorded audio.
I took a photo of the door they disappeared behind on occasion. The one to the room with security monitors.
I should have recorded a video.
Why didn't I record a video?
Ten minutes.
They had a conversation that lasted ten minutes. Ten minutes of conversation.
"No man or woman on any jury would ever buy that."
"Megan's gonna get him on cross for that.
Then there was that one voice. That one voice I recognized. I'd heard it on the body cam footage enough times. That cop. The one who thought that me and my deadname were two separate people. Who snooped through my packers (no one will let me see this particular body cam but if anyone knows how I can get ahold of it, please contact me in some way). Who told me to "go to therapy" when I was begging for a restraining order against the person who had quite literally attempted to murder me via strangulation (with their bare hands) while also screaming "I'm going to fucking kill you" which was ON VIDEO because I had to have SECURITY CAMERAS PUT UP IN THE HOUSE BECAUSE THE BITCH WHO KEPT TRYING TO MURDER ME WOULD GO FROM "YOU'RE A STUPID LITTLE PATHETIC FUCKING DYKE BITCH WHO WILL NEVER BE A REAL FAGGOT, I NEED TO END YOUR LIFE" TO "please help officer i live my life in fear of this big scary man."
I was marked down as the "primary aggressor" for having a miscarriage in response to a murder attempt.
I didn't even fight back, hoping that the security cameras would help.
All I asked them to do was to please stop. I asked them to stop. That's it. I didn't touch them.
"Second Degree Harassment"
Had to wait until she was trying to get herself evicted to be rid of them.
I'm so sick of roommates.
Barely two months later, they stabbed their girlfriend while high on cocaine because they "wanted to know what it felt like to stab someone."
Allegedly.
At least she got a restraining order. I didn't. That time? With the stabbery. A week in jail.
You don't have to see the inside of a cell if you try to murder me. Apparently.
My life doesn't matter very much.
The woman who faked needing a wheelchair had told that person that I was pregnant, barely a day before the attack.
It was deliberate.
I could tell while I was being attacked.
That that person knew I was pregnant.
I could tell.
It was too early to even make an appointment.
The woman who told someone I was pregnant in the hopes that I would be attacked, and then immedeatly started to fake a pregnancy after confirming that I woke up bleeding after the attacked pretended to be a wheelchair user in a court of law where she was seen as a more credible person than I am.
I seemed like a not-credible person because I was claiming to be transgender.
Me.
How could anyone believe that I don't have a penis?
What a completely absurd thought. Me? Being transgender? Never.
Obviously, I'm cis now. I'm a cisgender man now.
Assigned Male By Cop.
New acronym just dropped. I have become a cisgender man. I actually don't need to figure out a way to save up for bottom surgery. I have a dick and could have never been pregnant.
Completely impossible.
This is a website that was made by a cis man. A cis man who knows the ins and outs of the transgender community and has been compiling so many links and resources that it is hard to find new ones.
I'm a cisgender man now, because only the cisgenderiest of men could possibly know what a xenogender is off hand.
Yeah, average CisHet man over here who can conjugate neopronouns.
"Uncredible."
"Aggressive."
Apparently that's how the jury saw me. So unbelievable. How could anyone think that I have a vagina?
But that woman who has never needed any kind of mobility aid in her life who can't keep a single detail of her story straight?
They believed her.
The woman who committed a burglary moments before making her report.
Edited for clarification - A woman told someone that I was pregnant. The person who was told then attempted to murder me within the next 24 hours of finding out that I was pregnant. The murder attempt was unsuccessful, but I did experience a miscarriage. The attack was fully recorded. It was obvious what was happening. The police didn't care. "Second Degree Harassment" and a temporary "refrain from" order of "protection." Years later, in court, during an unrelated case, that woman testified that she was bonding with me during my second pregnancy. We were not on speaking terms. The police officers gossiped in front of the Jury that I was faking being transgender. The same cops that mocked me when I was begging for a restraining order. I was not allowed to testify that I had a miscarriage. I was only allowed to say that I had had a pregnancy, and that that pregnancy hadn't come to term, and that she looked smug around me after my pregnancy did not come to term. I was considered to be the less reliable souce. Because it was unbelievable that I was transgender. And the woman who was pretending to need a wheelchair was more credible.
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