Recently things have been really crazy for me. Basically, here's the rundown: on January 12th, my 18th birthday, I moved out of my parents' house and into a homeless shelter for teens. Since being here, I've just been in a state of ridiculous emotional turmoil because there's just so much good mixed with so much bad.
Starting with the good. Since moving into the shelter, life's been a dream. For the first time ever, people I meet in real life are referring to me as "Nicole" and "her". The school changed my ID to read "Nicole S--", and they put me in the girl's varsity locker room after I informed the gym teacher that I was transitioning and expressed my discomfort with using the men's locker room. I am, for the first time in ages, finally feeling a sense of dignity and independence in my "home" life. I can also do fun things, which I haven't really done in quite a while.
But here's the problem. My parents were really controlling. As a result; I'm afraid to disagree with anyone, I don't have much initiative and keep wanting someone to tell me how and when to do things, and so on. On top of this, my depression, while one source has been put out of the way, is still very present. I continually feel guilt about my parents and keep wondering if I could've done something different, but then at the same time I have fits of paranoia about them trying to come and interfere. (Not to mention, it really hurts that they disowned me and said that they didn't want to stay in contact with me. It hurts badly.) On top of this, my gender dysphoria is getting worse. Now that I'm away from them and don't have them stopping me, it's almost a mania. I have to make myself as feminine as possible every day, because I can barely look at myself if I don't. Not to mention, every single time I become more aware of "my" genitals (through showering, going to the bathroom, or that thing acting up), I invariably think of kitchen knives and how easy it would be to just chop them off and end the pain they cause me. It's even got to the point where I planned it out, so that the doctors wouldn't be able to reattach them. To further this, while people have been telling me that I pass (visually anyway), I always find the flaws. And my voice is a nightmare.
Then, just because this isn't enough, I have to worry about the rest of life: getting Medicaid so I can go to the doctor (hopefully the endocrinologist), getting EBT so I can eat, figuring out how to answer the CollegeBoard Profile thing since my parents aren't with me anymore but their form is kind of set up to force me to have them on there...
I'm having mood swings, I'm having trouble thinking straight, I'm starting to get behind on my schoolwork, and I still have to get a job so I can pay for things because having ten dollars in the bank isn't going to cut it...
If you have even an idea what I should do, please tell me. I'm so lost right now...