Dear senators, politely, storm yourselves, would you like an explantation of dysphoria? Ok well it’s like having a metal D4 in your shoe your whole life and, oh you don’t know what a d4 is? Here *throws metal d4 rlyyyy hard at them*. Anyways it’s like having this in both of your shoes and tiny thumbtacks constantly pricking you, and you think it’s normal for a while then you learn “oh not everyone’s life is awful likes this?” And then it gets worse because you’re aware of how bad it all is. And
