Dear whoever reads this,
It has been a whole year since I stopped lying to myself and accepted my inner female self. I haven't been on here in ages. Mostly because my mom and brothers accepted me as daughter and sister. But now I'm in a different country for the next 3 years and I need support outside the family again.
In the US I could never do anything beyond dress and practice putting on make-up because I could not afford the psychologist sessions for approval of HRT, much less the HRT itself. I lived in a very catholic town and was afraid to go outside while dressed. Now I'm in Israel and I'm even more scared. I live in a poor town (because I couldn't afford better) and there is a lot of assaults and rapes here. The police force is tiny and doesn't speak a word of english. On top of that, despite everything medical being semi subsidized including esthetic surgery, transsexualism is considered a private matter and therefore everything related to it is not covered here either. Even therapists, who are covered, won't be if its a matter of gender Identity. Or at least so I'm told by my doctor. I can barely afford my rent and bills anyway. Whoever heard of a tenant having to pay property tax? Such BS.
I know some people spend years before transitioning but I'm already decided and believe in it so strongly that I don't want to even live passed the age of 30 if I'm not at least making progress. (That doesn't mean I want to kill myself either so no need to try dissuading me just yet, plus I'm only 21). Point is I'm not happy with my progress in a year. I've been completely unsuccessful in heightening the pitch of my very masculine voice. I have days I wake and look into the mirror to a pleasant surprise of looking like the girl I feel, shoulder length hair falling just right, my somewhat androgynous face leaning to the feminine side. But there are days I get up and cry in front of the mirror because I don't see her anywhere. Then there's the fact that in my family we bald early and I'm struggling with a receding hairline and my hair thinning to the point of seeing my scalp on top of my head. And I'm hairy as all hell. And I haven't been able to lose weight despite dieting and exercising (my doctor in the US said stress prevents weight loss and his expert advice was to avoid stress).
I think I'm the only transsexual in this whole town. There isn't even a gay community that I've heard of. Now I spend all day on the computer hoping to catch a friend online in passing, while I wait for administration after administration to give me more papers to sign and wait for their response, but I am so very lonely and depressed.
Hope I didn't bore anyone with the long whiny post. I know there is worse off than me but I've never been the type who rejoices from other people's even greater misery. I am, however, the type who has a panic attack if the toast falls butter side down on the floor. Or I would be if I used butter.
FML,
Coppélia