Thought I'd share. I walked down the "feminine hygiene" aisle at target yesterday. I got a shock to my brain remembering how awful of an ordeal that stuff was each month. All the planning and consideration that goes around staying "clean" and stain free. Idk if it was dysphoria or if this is how girls feel but I swear to god every waking moment on those weeks were spent thinking about the horror show between my legs. No sex, no masterbation, no tight pants or reveling shorts, no sleeping naked, the list goes on!
I count my blessings each month I don't get shark week. I hope and pray that you all make it speedily to the other side in your transition.