Quote from: Viktor on July 16, 2017, 06:45:42 PM
I hope at some point to feel that way.
I'm not sure I understand the idea that the things I spent time doing were not my things, but everyone is different. The disconnect still exists when dealing with others but in most recreation I like to be alone so perhaps that's part of the problem. Maybe I was steered toward doing most things alone due to the disconnect. It's hard to tell. I've spent a long time thinking there was no disconnect and that there was instead just some 'issue' with me I couldn't figure out. The extent of the disconnect is still being discovered but so far I found it to be greater than I imagined. Who knows how much behavior can be attributed to it.
But if finishing up transition manages to lead to feelings of completeness and a lack of disconnect it'll be worth it in my view. It's already been worth it just to get shut of the generalized feeling of anxiety that until now pervaded everything.
For me, it always very much felt like I was an intruder in someone else's body. Any accomplishments I managed never felt like my own so, eventually, I just started self-sabotaging.
For example: I'm an artist. In ninth grade, I was in AP courses for seniors and preparing portfolios. Some of my work was displayed at the governor's mansion in my state and I was a major part of several art gallery exhibits. My art teacher was always pushing me to go further and assuring me that I could make a very comfortable career off my work.
My favorite part of it all? It was the first time I felt 'visible' in my entire life. I used to go to the gallery exhibits and quietly walk around listening to the commentary people would make on some of my pieces.
"Wow, he's awesome."
"I like this guy's work"
No one had a clue the artist was standing behind them and I never spoke up because, to me, they already saw more of me than anyone else ever had.
Things shifted. I started to realize that I could likely become successful and the last thing in life I wanted was to be labeled a 'female artist'. Everything stopped.
The talent never goes away (barring physical injury to extremities, of course) so I recently began again, but I missed that golden window of youth to work with to get anywhere. A waste, really.
No matter what I ever did before, whether it was building something, lifting weights, hiking, or metalworking, this loud buzz was always in the back of my head screaming, "Your tits are getting in the way. You're curvy. Your hands are too small. You're invisible. Why are you bothering?". Joyless, pointless.
So yeah, the other night when everything aligned? First time.
I never knew how broken I was but now there's nowhere to go but up.
Honestly, I think that same alignment will come to you when you least expect it. You'll just be doing something and
everything will click. That's when the full breadth of the rift will come into focus.