Right now I want to just crawl in a hole and sleep forever. My boyfriend is buzzed, and if he's not asleep by the time I come to bed, he's probably going to want to "do the deed" since he's been away for almost a week.
I ran out of my anti-depressants over the weekend, had terrible nightmares last night (a side affect of no meds), and am stressing out over my grad classes. I dressed as male as possible today to help me get through without breaking down. Unfortunately this caused my bf to confront me about why I am dressing like a guy. I had planned on talking with my therapist about my emerging feelings on Wed., and was not really prepared to have this conversation with my bf yet. I almost lost it in the restaurant as I am trying to think of what to tell him now and what to save for a later discussion when my thoughts are a little more collected.
I told him I prefer dressing as male and being perceived as a male in public, and that I've felt that way for some years now. He was confused, and said he felt blind-sided by this. He told me that it hurt his confidence and that it is a huge turn-off for him when he sees me dressed more masculine. He said that he didn't think it was ok that I would wear my baggy guy jeans and a loose t-shirt everyday, even if I'm just going to class. He said he wouldn't mind it if it were only every once in a while; he said it would be "cute" if I did it only a few days out of the week. That word..."cute"...like it's just something I do for fun. He even said he thought it might be related to my weight, or that I just want to appear more confident, mistaking it for masculinity; both of those I firmly denied and said that is not why I am dressing this way. I don't know if he really believes me...
Before you came out, did you fake it so well that when you finally show your true self no one believes it's the real you? That you're just going through some phase, or mistaking your feelings for something else?
I'm going to end up wearing "cute" feminine clothes tomorrow, since my only pair of guys jeans are dirty now and I don't have many other masculine clothes. I hate how they feel, how they look. Like I'm wearing a neon sign that says "HEY LOOK AT ME LOOK AT MY GIRLY CURVES AND BOOBS AND BUTT. IGNORE THE PERSON I AM ON THE INSIDE."
I'm sorry for the wall of text. I literally have no one else I can talk to about this, aside from my therapist who is paid to listen. I just needed to type this out before I go get reminded of how feminine my body is.
Thanks for reading; hope you had a better day than I did.