Hello, I am new to the site, and am not really sure where to post this.
Sorry I am going to ramble a bit. I just need to get As well I am sure I will repeat certain things.
I am having a really hard time, lately.
I have known for several years I was transgendered and I wanted to try transitioning, but due to several reasons, I decided to leave the issue alone, and see if I could come to terms with being a male. I did not, instead it was constantly on my mind, and it left me emotionally numb.
Several months ago I realized I cant deny it any longer, with the help of one of my friends. Presenting, and being refered to as male is taking a psychological toll. I have tried moving forward some, but not as much as I wish I had.
I still live with my parents, though at times it almost like living with a pair of roomates who never talk.
I realized I had a deep longing to be a female back in highschool, but I had never heard of trans people. Or if I had, in my naivety I belieived that they were perverted. So instead I thought I was gay, but still found myself attracted to women, so I identified as bi, after all to me, both genders were about as attractive. (I now identify sexually as asexual)
Looking back I realize how ignorant I was.
But this was still a scary thing, as my father did not really speak fondly of non-heterosexuals.
I chose to remain closeted, as I didnt want to disappoint him or risk losing the people I depend on.
This led me to become very anorexic and very numb, causing me to hurt myself just to feel something. And eventually trying to kill myself. Luckily I came to my senses while I was downing the pills, and called an ambulance. I spent the next few months, in a youth psych ward. Over the next few months I got better, and eventually was released.
I made a promise to myself, no matter how bad it got, no matter how now I got again, I would not hurt myself, and I would try to take my own life. (And over the years, being an atheist I have added "A horrid life, is still better than nothing."
But out the experience I remained closeted to my father. My mother was told, but we both agreed, telling my father would be a mistake... but sometimes I wonder.
Then a few years ago, I began learning about trans issues. It made me reevaluate what I was.
I realized where my deep longing to be a girl, and my disappointment when I was shunned from girl exclusive events.
It explained my dissatisfaction with my anatomy, especially with what lies between my legs. Just to name a few things.
I tried seeing the psychiatrist who dealt with my prior issues. But she was not very helpful, as her expertise were with adolescents. So when it came how to deal with it, she was not very helpful. She suggested I should wait and see if it goes away. Which I suppose was not bad advice, but was defeating.
I considered trying to find another psychiatrist, but decided not to, as I was unemployed at the time, and still living with my parents. I realized how futile it was.
Now several years later, I want to try to begin my transition, at the same time I am scared.
I am still living with my parents sadly. And I suppose this should be the first thing I rectify, but I suppose I am scared. I have never lived on my own before, which is scary. As well, I currently dont make enough to afford a place on my own, which means I would have to find a room mate, which sounds terrifying to begin with, add to that, the idea of finding a transgender friendly room mate.
But really, I think the biggest, thing for me is, it would be the first step in my transition, which as much as I want to start it, it also scares me.
I also need to find a psychiatrist who has some experience with dealing with trans issues, but I am unsure of how to go about that.
I know I will have to move out soon, as having to perform in a male role day after day is starting cause me to have a panic attacks. I can sort of keep it together, while at work, but outside of work I am an emotional wreck.
I dont know who I am anymore. And am sure I have the strength to do what I need to do.
Sorry if that sounds a little depressing...