Quote from: Simon on December 09, 2012, 02:10:44 AM
I think about this a lot. Being on the threshold of a full dose of T and surgery after all these years is a bit overwhelming. I know I have to do this and I feel strange for saying this but I think I am afraid of the possibility of being happy.
Is it possible that someone can get so comfortable in their self loathing and dysphoria that they don't know any other way to live? It sounds strange. I know and even I have a hard time understanding it. I think my dysphoria has become my scape goat. My reason to be stand offish and defensive.
It's almost like dysphoria has become my security blanket. The thing that keeps me alert and safe.
Wow. I know this is slightly late, but I have to say this is EXACTLY how I have been thinking lately. For me, I feel like I have been having an easier time than I used to in social situations and have been able to make friends more readily. Basically I have felt like I was caring more about reaching out to others--I actually wanted to--than I used to. But I have had such a difficult time--basically my life falling apart b4 my eyes--the past three weeks that I notice I seem to be going backwards, like things don't come as naturally, I have to work harder to pass and I just don't care. Its like I have returned to being like stone, because I know being cold and emotionless and hating the world... it dulls the pain inflicted by those around me, because I am detached from everything. But then the dysphoria starts inflicting pain from the inside out.

Just suffice it to say, my worst fears EVER have come true now, it has been extremely upsetting and stressful, more so than I have ever experienced, and I've just imploded onto myself as a result. I usually say my male personae was actually just a shell of a person--me suppressing myself--which is actually difficult to go back to--difficult to suppress my true self--now that I have taken large steps forward. But in one night, one horrible night, I seemed to have just suppressed it all, I've imploded, because it hurt so bad its like my mind had no other recourse--I can deal with it under the stonefaced mask I've been buried under for 20+ years, but I can't deal with it now--a woman newly exposed to the world... I used to have thoughts of suicide when I was younger, but I dealt with that by, instead of literally killing myself, killing myself on the inside... and I feel I've suddenly, without meaning to, gone back to that, so that on the outside I am impenetrable.
I'm sorry, I did not mean to go overboard with my comment here and seem like I'm begging for attention or sympathy.

Just wanted to try an express how true Simon's comment rang for me, especially right now. Dysphoria, for me, is definitely a security blanket. One I try to throw off, but for some reason keep picking back up.