It sort of controls mine at the moment. My friend Albert has begged me to go with him to the Renaissance Festival this year, but as much as I'd love to go I know that I would have to endure hours of being misgendered. That would take the fun out of everything. We might have some fun, humorous moments, but then someone will "sir" me and I'll just immediately want to leave. I just don't have the clothing, the makeup, the voice or anything right now to feel comfortable going out to a huge social environment like that. My day gets dragged down just by going into Starbucks in the morning and hearing, "Good morning, sir. What can I get for you?"
I told him that I promise I will go next year, because I'll be in a better place by then. I'll have had almost a year of HRT, lots of new clothes, and plenty of time to have feminised my face and my voice. I even skipped an amazing costume ball last month. People just need to let me do what I need to do, and stop trying to drag me into things. I appreciate that they want my company, especially since that's generally a rare thing that happens to me, but once you realise and accept that you are trans the dysphoria just skyrockets. Plus, I'm a perfectionist. I don't want to "half-ass" anything.