During the 90s, before I had even the slightest hint of being female, I suffered the hell of disability.
I watched as all my dreams just basically died. It was not pretty.
Then I had to cope with the fact I was on disability, and hearing comments often from persons in the US always about socialism this and socialism that and how so many just don't give a damn about helping their fellow man. Well it sure beat on my self esteem. Because I am basically a ward of the state. It's not my money, I am not supporting my family, the Ontario government is.
I became very harsh on myself. I denied myself any form of relaxing, any manner of pleasure, I was not deserving of my hobbies. Nothing. It was not a good time in my life.
But it's wrong. I didn't ask to have my dreams go up in smoke. I didn't ask to be incapable of doing the one thing I love so much.
I didn't choose this life. I'm glad my country though at least gives a damn about me.
So I have had a lot of training to cope with my current challenge.
You are who you are Larisa, stop hating yourself for it.
I don't think you woke up one day and decided 'hey lets totally mess up my life'.
You have challenges, but, life is nothing but challenges when you look at it.
You were born in the wrong body, but, you could have been born in a female body and had something else wrong eh. Life is like that.
I know of lots of boring cis people that actually have worse lives than me.
Be who you really are, and be who you really are in your own fashion.
You owe no one else anything. But you owe yourself to be fair to yourself.