I hope I'm posting this in the right place.
This has been one hell of a ride already. Over the past seven days or so, I've had more internal conflicts than I've had in a long, long time. And that says a lot, to be frank. Although I'm still early in the process and haven't exactly found out where I feel comfortable yet, I still feel like I need to get some things off my chest. Just in hopes that someone can nod and tell me: "This is normal, you're okay."
I started sorting out in all my girls clothes today. My initial idea was to give it all away, but when I started looking through it, some part of me ended up making a "keep" pile - just in case. It's like I have this inner voice that, no matter how right it feels, keeps screaming at me. "You might regret it", "It's just a phase", "You're a girl, stop being silly", all kinds of evil stuff.
I got my first binder yesterday, and I love how it makes me look. It fits perfectly, but because it's a struggle to get off, my anxiety spikes a little when I wear it. I'm sure it's just a matter of practice - or getting one with velcro or a zipper instead.
I've also started subtly wearing a deodorant marketed towards men, and got some "manly" soaps. I enjoy using them, but there's still that voice in the back of my mind. It makes me doubt if this is really right, even though it feels like it. I keep reminding myself that it's only been a week and that no one expects anything of me, but I'm an impatient person with high expectations for myself - if that makes any sense.
Tonight I got a serious bout of... Something. I'm not sure if it was dysphoria, or what it was, but I had this urge to pop out of my own skin. I was so upset I could barely believe it. I've felt this way before, but I've always thought it was me hating my body "just because". Suddenly it doesn't feel like it's "just because" anymore.
At the same time it feels like I have this... "Phantom limb" that wasn't there before. I can't touch my breasts without feeling my heart sink a little.
What really freaks me out is how fast it's all happening. It's like someone flipped a switch. I'm not even done having the internal arguments yet, which leads me to believe that I'm fooling myself. I keep on having this fear that I am transgender, and at the same time I'm in the entire opposite corner, fearing that it is just a phase and that none of it is true. I need constant reassurance that I'm okay, and that there's nothing wrong with me (thank you to the very patient people in my life). It's like it's become an obsession to me, in a way I can't quite explain. It's like I'm having a one-sided crush or something.
Takes deep breath.
Does any of this ring a bell to anyone, or am I going crazy?