Hey everyone. I'm Jessica.
I usually don't interact online, and I am very secretive about being TG, so I might be shy a bit. I guess I will try to explain my situation and why I am here.
I've been in transition 13 years fulltime, and while I blend naturally in public, I bear the weight of being TG alone. I can't admit it to my friends. Once they find out "what" I am, they might get offended I hid it from them, or might get grossed out. I don't know. Basically I need friends who can give me advice, comfort me, or help me feel like I'm not alone. I feel pretty damned lonely. The weight of being TG is quite heavy to bear after a while.
I am still pre-op after all these years, and that messes with my head a lot. I did have a bilateral orchiectomy in 2005, which eliminates male horomones forever, but that only fixed half the problem down there. I didn't transition to be a ->-bleeped-<-. I transitioned to be a woman. Now here I am at age 33. Spent half my life as a male. Half as a ->-bleeped-<- that everyone thinks is a normal chick. Not that it's wrong or bad to be that way, but I can't stand it. I'm freaking ready to BE a woman already. Passing is great. It feels nice. It also feels like lying a lot of the time too. Also feels like shame. And fear. And self disgust.
I am making strides towards SRS through insurance but that has not been easy. Insurance is expensive, yo. I haven't been on horomones in years. Can't afford doctors, so I'm about to buy them online and shoot em up. It's BAD BAD BAD that I don't have horomones. Since I had my orchi, my body has had NO horomones in it for a few years now. That's bad. Very bad. So so unhealthy, but if I can't get them the right way, I'll get them any way I can. I order them a week from today. I am an EMT so I know the medical precautions to take. The lack of horomones and surgery had wreaked havoc on my sanity. The horomones for chemical imbalance reasons. The hope for surgery is all that keeps me from eating a shotgun for breakfast. Its the light at the end of the tunnel and I need it like oxygen.
I can't wear what I want. I have to be careful when guys flirt with me (and ultimately reject them), I can't go swimming. I CAN'T GO SWIMMING! That KILLS me. Sure I look good in a swimsuit, but what's the damn point if the water makes my "tumor" noticeable?! I love the water and I haven't been swimming for over a decade! I've never even gotten laid. Not once. I'm 33 and never had fun sex. I've had sex with guys, sure, but it feels like GAY sex, not ... Well ... Not what I want. I always end up regretting allowing them to do what they did. Anal sex simply isn't fun. I want ... well ... Ugh. I'm going to shut up.
Long and short of it, I have been really struggling emotionally recently, and I don't have a soul to talk to. It's like I stepped out of one closet, and into another. It is very lonely, and I need someone who understands and can relate.
Maybe I am an idiot for coming here. I haven't had much luck with the internet or social media.
Regardless. Thanks for listening!
-Jess