So, I have been on and off of Susans for the past 7 years now (Who can believe it is 2017?!?!). This isn't a question but rather just my thoughts I need to let out this late night. Over the years I have tried to suppress my gender dysphoria, and have went through many question, override, give into my dysphoria phases. Of course as much as I try to eliminate my discomfort with my assigned gender, I can't. Dear god, who knew such displeasure could be possible? But alas, here I am today.
Anyways, as always I have fallen back into dysphoria in the past few days, and subsequently slapped a transdermal estrogen patch on my torso and a downed a spironolactone from a stash of past in a moment of self pity today. I remember just six years ago when I was about to let out the truth, when my sibling preempted me and strangely came out as transgender too to my family. Of course, I had to remain 'strong' for my family and no one knows still who I really am beneath this male veneer. I cringe every time my father expresses to me how disappointed he would be if another child came out as transgender. Little does he know... Here I am. In the mean time, I have attempted living the male life. I found a girlfriend of nearly four years who has no idea my second life I consume myself with daydreaming of the day. Robotically, my body acts like a male at work and in public, and I try the best I can to ignore my masculine actions. Just a total cringe fest. Jesus, the only aspects I recognize in the mirror are my feminine attributes, everything else is just testosterone-added blah.
I can't wait for the day when I can act like the girl I am. I can't wait for the day when I look in the mirror and see the face and body that expresses me. I can't wait when I am living the life I know I was meant to.
The only pleasures I receive of life derive from gender-neutral to feminine rewards, so what is holding me back from living the life of who I am supposed to be? I am so done feeling automated/ male. I hope this next round of medicating actually gives me clarity and the confidence I need on my condition to move forward. Sometimes I read this forum and others discussions such as ->-bleeped-<-, and feel so disconnected from the 'T' community. Other times, and most of the time, I feel this deep bond with my t-sisters/ brothers. Who knew life could deal us initial lemons to overcome? Ultimately to say the least, I wish I was born female. I know that not everything would be perfect, but at least I would be content in some senses with the basic form of my body and the expectations laid upon me. My male physique and the assumptions held by others upon it just feel so foreign to me. I want to be expressive, to look down and see a form I recognize, to have permission to be girly, to know the path laid before me is conducive to my inner-being. I can't stand looking in the mirror and seeing the tall and muscular male everyone knows me to be.
Well, if you got to this point in my rant, I appreciate you reading this. I can't wait to see what the New Year's brings for both you and I, and hopefully some sustainability will be added to my condition. Loves 🙂 Ashley.