Hi,
On a less worried note, I had a really tough time last week and only the day after my worst day then were things better. I reached out to everyone, including God. To God, I just said you have to do something, I don't care what, but it has to be certain.
He actually answered that prayer. God is actually there more strongly in the lives of all LGBTI, than in those without a condition as rough as that. My dreams and hopes for the younger crowd is that much that has taken place for us, in the transgender world will free us, as much as the Civil Rights Movement did 50 years ago.
When I was transgendered, no one intellectually understood it, no one medically understood it, even though my condition was in the world for thousands of years, as aptly demonstrated in India, with people like us. Now, however, even the Federal Government, through the authority of Medicare, said basically, we were wrong years ago, now we cover being Transgendered, even surgically. That happened in May of 2014.
My hope is for you youngsters to do whatever you have to, in order to fit in, but do it younger than I , so that you have fewer issues.
Parents are not always right. Friends are not always right. It seems there is fifty years of science, (and I am one of those types, sorry), on the side of there is only one therapy that works being transgendered, it is transition. One of your respondents said to be careful of false depression, which is identical to normal depression, only it is caused by this pill or that pill or that time of the month. And, yes dear many of us have a monthly emotional cycle. Mine is roughly the third week in any month, and it doesn't make any scientific sense to me and others, but it is clearly there, since transitioning. I have done that, and yes I fully intend to be a pretty as I can be, but will accept the fact that I might be to old to be pretty, female wise. And, yes I already know that all of us who are transgerndered girls, identically relate to the normal bodied girls, mentally on prettiness. None of us think we are. None of us, and none of them, for real.
I love the day, or the week after an episode of depression, when the feelings are seen for what they really are, which is real but with unseen errors at the time. At least for me.
Bye4now,
...Kate.
