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				<title>13 years</title>
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				<description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Content warning: brief mentions of domestic abuse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;At the beginning of 2026, I was thinking about my otherkin past, and the roads not taken. Of reading things I had created in the community the last time I was around (under a different name), and wondering to myself what I would say to people about my current journey.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;hr&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;In 2013, I came to the realisation that I somehow felt like an elf. I felt so bizarre and alone in that feeling and even though I found some comfort in the writings of others, I was really at unease with myself. After a few years abd some pretty unpleasant interactions with various otherkin community members, I decided that enough was enough. This felt embarrassing, I hated myself, I had been around too many emotionally immature or unwell people and I needed to go.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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