So yeah, life. Kind of an outlook on myself. Things are...interesting. Basically, I'm okay with my looks, after 15 months of HRT, which was a mental, self-image issue for me for years. I got told by the presenter of a university transition program that hormones made me look like not even the same person, and that the 'before' photos looked like my brother. That's good, but I mean, I feel like I'm invisible, shallow as it is to say so, when I post in the Fabulous thread. It's like I'm not there, too much of life is like that these days. Makes me wonder if I even look okay...I thank Jamie for a remark about my smile, but alas, self doubt creeps in. Discouraging. At least I have my mother, sisters, family, and basically everyone super supportive of transition around me, as nobody's given me a negative reaction, guess maybe they expected it.
There's also a lot missing from my life, whether it be I have no life outside of class, missing my father, depression, hating my down there, being single, and just doing terrible in my classes. Regarding classes, I got a 38 (out of 100) on this accounting exam, got told I should drop the course by the professor. I won't because I want to prove her wrong, just need to get two 80s on the next two exams, totally feasible if I put my mind, effort to it, but it really stings, and really is representative of how my academic life is going. I used to be a statewide known student for my brain, and now I'm this piece of stupidity? I'm afraid to tell my mother, because she'll want me to graduate on time this spring, and I don't want to let her down, even though I feel massively overworked, overstressed, with 6 courses this semester. I can finish my other major in time, though, so at least I could graduate in that respect? I have another exam tomorrow I am sure to fail. I honestly am at the point where I'd rather not go back to class, because I can't stand my performance any more, and I want to see me succeed again. Right now, that seems impossible. Not to mention, a course I had to get an incomplete it over last summer since my father died then, still haven't finished it because of course I haven't. I feel truly pathetic about that. despite my circumstances.
But that's just it...I have no life, no friends outside of class, because my family has that demanding of a schedule for me. I'd love to be making friends, just as I am, since I find it so fun, easy, mind easing to just talk with someone about life, funny stories, how our relationships are going, and making each other laugh. I rarely get such opportunities, because I don't drive (back pains), and live at home (mental function is too low), I have to live off the schedules of those around me. I rarely complain about it, but it's eating into my social life, to help me develop, grow, as a young woman.
Of course, this goes back to my father as well: If he was around, making things work for activities I'd want would never be an issue. That, and I miss him tremendously. We could discuss anything together, be it sports, politics, modern events, and so on. He was a fellow academic of the world around us, and I rather miss that in my life. We just could wow each other on bizarre facts, histories, and it always wowed me. He was an inspiration for me to do well, to succeed, to talk about how my classes are going in a very even keel manner. I lack this in my life. What he brought to me in support and everywhere else, it can't be replicated. I wish I could see him another day, I want to be with him again, give his warm body a lovely hug, and discuss things as we used to. As a tear up when I write this, memories exist. They sure do, you just read them. But I want new ones. It would have been better if I had gone instead of him (note: not going to do anything that would compromise my safety and/or livelihood), for not just my sake, but my family's. I'm a freaking lazy, ungrateful mooch who has no sense of anything.
My life is depression filled, aside from an amazing Friday, where I had a great dinner and saw a French ballet out on the town. Made me feel very proud of my function in the world as a young woman. But now...my life seems to be a re-telling of the story of King Midas; everything he touched turned to gold, everything I touch, in contrast, turns to broken, unsatisfactory crap. I hate myself, and transition is the only thing going remotely well in my life these days. Nothing goes right for me, I hate myself, aside from the fact I'm female. That is the only thing right in my life at this point.
Except, of course, for down there. I just don't know how I'm going to get that right, as I twinge in pain, cry out in vain to try to beg valiantly to get it changed, but to no use. Had a good opportunity to get it via a game show, naturally failed that when I was so close, of course. That hurts on two levels, one a life dream, the other SRS. Also was going to have family willingly volunteer to pay half of my surgery. With my father gone, that naturally went with it. My only other option is to hope I get into grad school, supposedly not too hard, and take out a loan for living expenses for SRS. I have no other student debt at this time, so that needs to happen. I also have no boyfriend because of this. Not because I couldn't find a boyfriend who doesn't like me the way I am (ugh, no), but because I cannot freaking stand myself with this...this thing, this vile disgusting yucky, male, tube! Just, God, WHY? I need help with it, like now, I can't stand having it...I never could, my memories go back to age 3 on that, but I really can't now. It sticks out, and feels like a knife is jabbed in me, unremovable, and knifing in my true appearance. I hate it so, I need SRS really, really soon.
I do have a few things on the bright side, but too little, it seems. First off, I'm doing a documentary with the working title What I'm Made Of, as to hopefully make a difference in children's lives, to get them the help they need. Likely to change, but yeah. It's fun, and I see the producers next on March 24th, when my first and middle names get legally changed to Jessica and Danielle, respectively. Also, hopefully presenting twice at the Philly Health Conference this June, one with a local FTM named Andy on our lives as teen transitioners, and another with my mother, and Jazz and Jeanette of 20/20, about making expectations, not limitations about us as transitioning youth and their experiences as parents with us, through various arts of expression of ourselves. (Come see me!) I also hopefully can graduate with my double major this May, and I have a trip to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico this summer, in a villa we're staying at, for a graduation gift, to show off my body.
Please help. I really do need it, and yes, I have a therapist. I appreciate your reading and response. I wish I was being too hard on myself, but given my history, it's all unfortunately too real. So sad, I'm just the state abbreviation of Montana. Can't even focus to study these days, I'm so down on myself, and then it cycles, sigh. Thank you in so many ways.