Hi! I’m sorry if you get asked this alot or have already answered this but you seemed like a nice blog to ask, could you help explain what otherkin feels like, ive seen posts and definitions but, being not otherkin its hard to wrap my head around

Actually, I don’t remember ever being asked this question before. Its a hell of a question.

Being kin… it feels different for everyone who experiences it, I imagine. But I can tell you how being kin kin feels to me.

Before you know you’re kin, it feels like homesickness, even when you’re sitting in your own bedroom. It feels like a soft, persistent ache in your heart, knowing there is somewhere else that you’ll never be again. Faces, on the edge of remembering, that you’ll never see. Nostalgia, when you’ve barely begun your own life.

It feels like guilt for crimes you don’t remember, and regret for things you never said, in situations you’ve never been in

It feels like a whole constellation of strange pains and joys, that on the surface don’t seem to have anything to do with one another, but when you squint, you can almost make out the shape of a life– like connect the dots made of up tiny feelings.

It feels like being very old, and very young. It feels like waking up in the middle of the night, and expecting someone to be there beside you, but not knowing who.

It feels like being a stranger in a strange skin. It feels like being a gear made to fit in one machine, haphazardly placed in another.

And when you remember, or find out that you could be kin, it feels… right. It doesn’t feel better, but it feels right. Its like going to the doctor, and finally finding out why you’ve always felt that strange pain.

In some ways knowing makes it sharper. makes it easier to understand, and so easier to feel When you have those moments of nostalgia, it all comes into focus. You know who, and what you’re missing. And it hurts. But at least you have something to hold on to. 

And here.. even if you’ll never fully fit here… at least knowing what you are, you can reach out to people who feel the same And that’s good.