Hi all,
Finally the meds are kicking in, and my panic attacks are in abeyance for the time being, however I've a sneaking suspicion that dysphoria is quietly kicking me to the curb.
I'm really struggling socially - and the idea of getting out to meet folk is a little overwhelming, but getting out with few folk is manageable, and my range of getting around is shrinking.
Whilst I'm not feeling anxious, I am feeling crushed, and suffocated like I can't breathe and it's making getting moving around really difficult - I've clung on to the facade of masculinity by hook or by crook, and this feels catastrophic - not helped by my partners reiteration that I can dress at home (not knowing the problems I have with dressing, and how I've had to resist for a very long time), and the desire, (or need), to harm is growing as well as desire for it all to stop and go away.
I feel so debilitated.
So, thoughts and strategies please - I'm sinking right now, and it's not good.
Rowan