See, my mum basically thinks I'm feeding into it by being on the internet. One time, she was on the phone with my brother, and as usual she mentioning me by birthname and this time I called her transphobic and then she starts saying something to him along the lines of her being fine with TV, but you can look up anything on the internet blah blah blah... I remember when I came out to her in November, and I said something about research, but I didn't just all of a sudden look up trans stuff and decided "hey let's totally do this for the lolz and go through this awesome thing called dysphoria which you can't really bring on yourself unless you really feel like a guy rather than what you were assigned as but whatever!"
For a long while I was feeling more androgynous or genderless but at the time I didn't know the words. Then I found myself identifying more with males, and feeling male. Then I stumbled upon Loren Cameron, and it clicked. And I sat there looking at his body with tears in my eyes, knowing this was what I wanted for myself. But I was still ignorant to trans stuff, and didn't know about hrt. I thought the only way to get a more masculine shape was to work out like crazy, I love exercise and running and stuff, but it seemed impossible. And then I was thinking I'd never be a true guy, and more specifically, a gay guy. So I shut it away, suppressing it I guess, but then my true self could not be contained, and I learned about testosterone, was unsure about it for a while, but the more I researched it the more comfortable I became with it. I knew what I'd be getting myself into, same with top surgery. I don't dare or bother trying to explain this to my mum, she just won't get it and she'll probably just twist everything...
I'm lucky that I have a boyish sort of face already, and my body's a good base too, I have my dysphoria, and it can be real painful at times, but it'd be a lot worse if I didn't have such a good base going for me, and doing that power 90 workout with the weights has helped.
Man, there was also this one time, a few months ago, where she told she wasn't gonna let me take t and everything as long as I was under her roof and junk, and she was saying crap about how I take things to "extremes." Like, she brought up how I used to shave off all my body hair a few years ago and took long showers. She said something else too, don't remember, but I'm sitting there like wtf is she talking about? What's so wrong with shaving off all your body hair, and wtf does this have to do with gender? Then she asked me something along the lines of if I felt this way because of my chest(my chest is small thank the stars, and looks like weird round pecs, working out with weights has helped) and she was going off about how she doesn't have a big chest (she has good boobage going lol wtf is she talking about) I guess in her mind trying to make me feel better or something stupid, and I'm saying how it'd be awful if I had a bigger chest, and I don't remember what she said after that.
Wow, this has turned into a long rant, I'm just gonna keep going, I don't have anyone to talk to, except my brother who I think is respecting me and kinda getting it and is on my side so to speak. She is just so irritating, I live all by myself in her house, no job (gonna send in my application to a horse farm for an apprenticeship and hopefully get accepted and get outta here) taking care of the twenty cats here, she stays at her fiance's apartment most of the time when she's not at work, so everything can be going swell, I'm feeling okay about myself, "I am Ruthven here me roar" lol, and then she comes home and within no time she starts birthnaming it up. She's the type of person who can say someone's name a lot when she's speaking to you, and it's even better when she manages to get pronouns in there(of course the wrong ones) even though you're the only one in the room with her. I'm usually correcting her and saying "Ruthven" but she just ignores me most of the time, expect for this one time she was basically all like "I can call you whatever I want!" And another time where she called me a "lady" and I was like "No I'm not!" An she was like "Yes you are!" She really disgusts me sometimes...
Quote from: Kelly the Trans-Rebel on July 10, 2013, 01:15:12 PMSome of the reasons you list for not having transitioned are precisely the bits of the 'standard trans narrative' that so few trans people ever really live.. I didn't know I was a woman from childhood, but I do know I'm a woman.
Same thing with me. I didn't feel like a dude since childhood, but then it just started unlocking or something when I was like 18 or so.
Quote from: CallMeJess on July 10, 2013, 02:01:59 PMso my cover photo on Facebook for a while was one from a year ago and I just couldn't stand to look at it. I think photos of me now tend to be slightly more feminine thanks to being more feminine and those pictures are better to look at. It was just shocking to see a picture of me from a year ago and feeling a complete disconnect from that person despite not undergoing any physical changes.
Oh this reminds me of when my mum came home recently holding a very familiar camera. I started feeling very uncomfortable as it dawned on me that a few years ago, when I had long hair and wore makeup, I had taken pics cause I was trying to get a good one to put up for myspace when I was into that stuff (I actually never really was, I've always had social issues/anxiety and was only on there to connect with a guy I liked). I asked her what was on the camera, as I wasn't 100% sure those pics were still there, and she said "Pictures of you" and I'm just like horrified, and she wants me to come look, and I just leave the room, feeling sick. I couldn't believe her, how could she think I'd be comfortable with that? And when she left I was feeling angry too, cause she probably was gonna share them with her fiance, even though you'd think "oh these pics make him uncomfortable I shouldn't do that" I should've asked her to delete the pics or let me, lol I just know she would've spewed something like "this is
my camera blah blah blah.."
I know back then I didn't know I was a guy, and hey guys, gals, agender and bigender peeps, and everyone we can all wear whatever clothes we like, and makeup and so on, but that wasn't me. Not any more, and that's why it made me so uncomfortable. I'd love to rock glittery nail polish and maybe some more feminine clothes sometimes, though I generally prefer "male" clothes, but I wanna wait til I'm on t for a good while, be more comfortable then. Besides, I know if I dared wear nail polish, my mum would use it against me and use it as fuel that I'm not a guy and trans.