Wow, 2 years with a mismatched ID? That can't have been fun. The jobs I've applied for, you have to provide ID at some point. I just can't deal with the stress >~< and you have to put your gender down
everywhere on the application forms. I don't know whether to put male or female - if i put male, I'll have to explain my "situation" during the interview, which I really don't want to do. But I know that, for the sake of my sanity, I can't put anything else.
The answer I suppose is to volunteer until I'm in a stronger place. Less paperwork, fewer awkward questions. I'm still living with my mother and as long as I maintain the illusion that I'm doing something with my life, I'm in a (very fortunate) position where paid employment is not yet a necessity.
Anxiety ;-; I want to kill it.
Thanks for the link Laura, and the welcome

that's very true. Bearded ladies, men with breasts. We must take all the comfort we can from their existence.
Max, it's great you've managed to make such productive use of your time. Sounds like you're going to be unstoppable very soon! I've given up on education (it's apparently incompatible with my mental health), but I can certainly use this time to work on my CV and maybe build some skills. Or find some skills >.>
Oh, the misgendering. Never fun, AD. Speedy healing to you. I don't tend towards anger myself but when I do feel violent, I find an open-ish space and visualize my enemies. Then take them out one by one with my woeful kickboxing skills, while listening to the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack. It's fairly effective - worth a go, if you haven't tried something similar.
Thank you all~ it's nice to meet you, and you've given me some good stuff to go away with.