I feel like this is all really sinking in. The reality of what could really lie ahead of me, how many obstacles, and problems I could face, the trouble and misunderstanding, and ignorance of others, especially those closest to me...
But it's weird because even KNOWING that there will be so many obstacles... it all just feels surreal in a 'this is right' way. Kind of hopeful.
Because I believe this is the ONE life we get, why shouldn't I live it to the fullest? Why live out the remainder of my life in this female body and constantly miserable when looking into the future and picturing myself as male feels so bright and right?
Geez it's so weird and maybe it's because I'm writing this at three in the morning and it's shark week so I'm just a mess all over haha.
It's been a good day, though... I called a therapist who specialises in Transfolks, and she was so nice... asked me if
I was FtM or MtF(my voice is deep naturally so I hope she honestly didn't know), what my preferred name was, if I wanted male pronouns... She said she would make note of it and let the staff/office know as well so they won't get it wrong when I go in Saturday to see her. She was so considerate... I hope it carries through when we meet in person, but she seemed genuinely to be looking forward to meeting me, and I kinda wanted to cry. I wonder if my anxiety-- whose source has been a mystery all these years-- will end up being related to my gender identity problems. Guess I'll find out eventually.
I went to the store and bought more male clothes-- tank tops, shorts, and short sleeve shirts since it's still hot as hell out and I only had feminine tank tops. Was a bit weird though when my sis and I ran into one of her friends and after her friend asking what was up, my sib was like: Oh nothin', just shopping with my sister!'
Made me feel odd inside, because increasingly I'm becoming more uncomfortable with female gender markers as I get more comfortable and accepting of my being male, but I'm not out with my immediate family, aside from my mom who is still processing things. So for now, I get to hear 'she', and 'her', and 'daughter'.
I've been researching and reading a lot, watching a lot of videos, regarding testosterone and I have few doubts about wanting to start it. The only effects I don't want will be the fat going to my waist and possibly losing my hair but no one wants to get older and who knows! that might happen regardless of T lol. I'm a physically healthy person, though, and beginning to get more active, and I'm only 18. So I'm not too worried.
I was looking at before/afters of top surgery and wanted to cry. The thought of not having this literal weight on my chest and feeling so free being shirtless.... I already felt so blissful just riding my bike today wearing just my binder for my shirt.
I love the thought of my voice getting deeper, my muscle structure changing, my jaw line getting stronger, seeing if my cheekbones get more enhanced, along with my brow ridge... Facial hair I'd be fine with or without. I like beards, but I cosplay so being clean shaven is probably how I'd default.
Then I got squeamish at the thought of getting my uterus out, but that's something I've ALWAYS wanted, even before I recognised I was trans. My mom knows how much I've been like: I want this thing out of me ASAP' over the years since I started shark week.
Anyway... I feel a strange mix of happy and sad. Sad I have to wait for any of these changes, scared of what my family is going to think while simultaneously knowing that this is MY life, and regardless of what they think... I have my best friend's support, and several other friends who would support me, but my best friend is who really matters. Sad that I still have to keep binding, even though I LOVE my binder... it's pretty much a part of who I am right now. And it's really comfy.
But I'm happy I feel less confused, more at peace with myself when I'm in male's clothes, binding, and packing, and happy that my family doesn't care that I already present as male despite not being out as trans.
Happy to picture myself as male in the future, as impossible as it is to know what I'll look like. Hopeful I/my family can afford any treatment I start....
Very hopeful my therapist will turn out to be a good one and she'll help me through all this stuff...
But there's always that doubt in the back of my mind that's like: Are you kidding yourself with all of this?''
And then the rational side that's like: Look at your life, Mel! It's ALWAYS been heading in this direction. ALWAYS. Any doubt is just natural, normal reaction, but it's only to be acknowledged, then dismissed...''
Yeah.... Text wall of emotions. Surreal... interesting emotions. I feel so strangely peaceful for once... Nothing's ever really made sense before. There's always been that /one/ thing that's been missing and confusing the hell out of me and I think I might have found it.