I thought I would post here, to see if anyone can perhaps relate and understand. But, I will apologize a head of time for this little rant of mine, and I will also put a warning here for the details to come. So, warning, not for sensitive stomachs?
Well, before I came out of the closet and came in terms with the fact that I was indeed a trans guy, I had been seeing a therapist for a while and she was one of the first few I told. Luckily for me, she is very trans friendly and has nothing against it, but after a few sessions with her she came to the diagnoses that I have perhaps an eating disorder. Usually I eat on a rather regular bases when I remember to, but when I feel extreme disphoria that goes out the window. I somehow I ether tend to starve myself till I crash and then I eat, and eat till I puke, or I just go for a whole lot of comforting food that I know my stomach does not handle, such as any milk product, and I again just get the same results as the other since my stomach just does not handle it and goes into so much shock I puke. And to be frank, it really tends to linger there most of the time. And really, I am actually rather ashamed at myself for what I do to myself...
On one hand, I was over weight perhaps about a year or two ago and have now lost about 66 pounds, which leaves me now I think somewhere around 132 pounds if I'm correct. I have such a hard time seeing myself in the mirror since all I see are hips, thighs and... as much as it pains me to say, boobs. Those are the only three places I actually gain the weight at and I hate it. I just somehow can not manage to see the weight I have lost when I look at myself in the mirror.
To tell the truth, lately my disphoria just has been getting worse and worse, but I also think I know the reason behind that. I know it is most likely due to the fact I know that I have to wait at least a year before doctors here will even consider allowing me to start T and after that it might take six more months till I can actually start T, and the thought of that sometimes weighs down on me. And, I also think it could also have something to do with the fact that the rehabilitation program I am entering tomorrow has gym two times a week and that freaks me out since I know no one is going to see another guy at the gym, what they are going to see is the body I was born with and I will be identified as that. I understand why, the concept of that is not so strange... But still... It weighs me down.
I do tend to try to keep myself optimistic and tell myself I will get there one day, but some days are harder then others.
Perhaps I should end this with a question...
For the guys who go to the gym and are pre-op, do you bind when going to the gym? I know a binder is not a good idea to wear to the gym, but any tips to at least minimize that area for the occasion?