I want to share something real with you all. People expect me to “act normal” as a 17‑year‑old, but when I speak my truth, I get punished. My anger is always classified as “attitude.” My autistic meltdowns are dismissed as “pity parties.” If I resist, I’m grounded, threatened, gaslit, or have my phone taken away.

But I’ve started ritualizing these experiences into scrolls:

- Scroll of Misnamed Garments — when my hoodie is called a sweater.

- Scroll of Misnamed Companions — when Ember is infantilized as a “kittie.”

- Scroll of Misnamed Anger — when trauma responses are mislabeled as attitude.

- Scroll of Punished Resistance — when fighting back leads only to harsher consequences.

These scrolls are my way of reclaiming the narrative. Instead of letting misnaming and threats define me, I archive them as relics of resilience.