Quote from: Jerred1985 on May 01, 2013, 11:13:30 PM
I'm still feeling a bit of the frustration, and it's kind of a shocker to me. Like it's hard to explain... up until recently I always like said stuff like I wish I were a guy or I should've been born a guy.. and I always knew I've had the mannerisms of a dude and I felt like a dude half the time but until it just up and dawned on me why that was I never felt a whole lot of dysphoria, but it hit me in the face today and I just felt uncomfortable and a bit agitated from it.
This is me at the moment, only in reverse. Up until 3 years ago, I always felt out of place in my gender. Kinda like "I shouldn't be this way. But whadayagunado?" Then I took a class in anthropology and the professor discussed transgender issues and I nearly jumped up and yelled "
Holy pigmeys, THATS ME!"
Even then, it took me 3 more years of thinking and soul searching to get to the point I feel that it's time to stop trying to deny it or ignore it and do something about it. That was about 3 months ago. About all I've done is experiment with makeup when I know my wife isn't around. It makes me feel pathetic that I havn't done more than that so far. I can't even bring myself to even try on women's clothing at the moment, because I
KNOW I'll look like a man in a dress.
Baby steps, Amy, baby steps.
But anyway, over the last three months I went from this pretty much just being something in the back of my mind that was my dark little secret and that was the end of it, to where now? Now there are times when I want to just burst into tears about it. But wait! I can't even do that! Because, and like you, I have to refer to myself as my assigned gender for the moment, which I
hate having to do, but I'm 'a guy'.
Guy's aren't supposed to cry. 'We're' supposed to be stoic. Stable. Strong in the face of advesaries and challanges.
But the truth is, I want to throw myself on my bed and just cry for hours, especialy when something comes along and smacks me in the face that I'm
not a woman. Like just a bit ago. I brushed my teeth. Simple little thing, I do it every day.
But today? Today I looked in the mirror and just stared. It's not that I'm unattractive. It's just . . . I'm keenly aware that the person looking back at me isn't
me. That's a typical realisation for me too. It just . . . today? Today it really made me feel pathetic. How am I going to make
THIS look like
THAT. I'm just thinking to myself at the moment, "There's no way. There's no freaking way you are ever going to pass. And when you try? Amy, You're always going to look like-like a freak!"
I'd be lying if I didn't admit that throwing myself from one of the near by dams in the area doesn't some days sound like a good idea. I have no idea what it is that keeps me from doing that, but something does. So I continue on.
But i'm so unhappy about it some days because I really just want to give up rather than hurt my family, risk loseing the respect I have from people, and so on, all in what some times feels like little more than a selfish need to
be myself.
Guess . . . I'm just saying, I think I know how you feel. And You're not the only one who feels that way. I just need to do what's best for me. The hardest part about it is I
know I'm going to hurt people doing it. But if I don't do anything, then eventualy I'm going to snap and do the above. And that would hurt them too.