Evelyn-Yeah. I'm happy for you, but very sad reading this because I worry I may never have this in my own life. I don't get any of that. Ever. I have literally never had even one of those experiences, and, as much as I dislike this whole notion of "chivalry", in it's sexist nonsense, getting some of that stuff every now and again would be pretty darn validating. What does that mean then? I still don't pass? Two years on hrt, two long years of stares, breakdowns, and utter misery, and I am never going to be any sort of woman? Probably. So...I'm sorry for keeping this post dragging on, but it's all I can think about-how do I get there? What can I do to get to that point? I'd really, really appreciate any advice anyone has to offer.
To everyone who keeps telling me not to care: I simply can't. I don't care about strangers, not in the abstract, although I did spend the majority of last night seriously contemplating suicide or detransitioning (a far worse fate) because I had gone out for the day and I couldn't handle all of the stares. But I care about how this is influencing my personal life. I'm lucky to be in an accepting community at school for now, but when that ends, I might wind up totally alone, and unemployed. I'm in a relationship with someone I have literally no interest in simply because nobody else has shown a sliver of interest, and I don't want to spend all of my time alone. I'm going into a very competitive field, and if people know I'm trans before I become established, my career could be finished before it begins. So in theory, I do not care very much about how strangers treat me. What I care about is that it's a sign of the fact that I am an outcast who has no place in society, that this is going to follow me around for the rest of my life, and that, despite the struggle I've been through, I am a man. I should have been a woman, not a trans woman. Until other people agree with me when I say I am female, I personally do not think I can consider myself that.