Hi Sydneyblue,
I get the feeling that you have let circumstance dictate to you rather than taking charge and doing what you want. Nothing happens without us really pushing ourselves to the limit. Miracles do not happen, unless you make them happen, and I think you are waiting for the miracle.
Yes you are depressed, as my endocrinologist said when I told her I was depressed, not F'ing surprised you have been in the wrong body for 50 years. She wasn't dismissing it. She had, in very few words totally described it, it hit home like a rock, I thought about and said. OK I'm know changing my body, depression won't help me, I'm on meds they will look after me, but I will go and take the world on and be me.
Funnily, six months later I'm off depression medication for the first time in god knows how many years.
You are struggling for a job, why? You are a licensed plumber, do it. The only thing stopping you is you. I had a woman transitioned where I work, she was an electrician, transitioning didn't stop her form being an electrician, her male colleagues didn't get on her case, just the opposite, they cared about her and protected her and became very very sensitive about her. She was a similar build to you, she accepted herself and walked the walk, and guess what, people very very quickly treated her as the woman she was, and transforming physically into.
I have a very strong belief, because it is how I have transitioned, is that looking female and girly has very little to do with being accepted. It is your mind, your confidence, your drive, your love, that gets you accepted. Ok I think I look pretty good now, but I couldn't wait to look like me, to be me. It would have been as equally ridiculous, I may as well have gone to work in a tutu and said Hi I'm now a woman!
I am a woman. It matters not an iota what I look like. It matters nothing of how I dress. I am a woman and I demand to be accepted as one.
How do I voice that demand?
By being me, by being the female me, by casting off the shell.
Oh I'll be subject to ridicule! There is not a creature that walks, crawls or flies that can ridicule me more than I can. I know what I am.
You want to make a joke about me? Tell me one I haven't lived.
There is NOTHING anyone can say to me that makes me feel bad. I know me. I'm proud of me. I have lived in Hell and I walked out. They don't know what Hell is. They do not even know the colour of the walls in Hell are.
Sydneyblue, where am I going with this? You have fallen into a spiral, you have in fact started to come out. I responded to your first post and you are making progress. Be proud.
You can do this Honey
Hugs
Cindy