Just a little under a year ago I finally bit the bullet and spoke to the sexual health clinic about my ->-bleeped-<-, they set me up the start of the procedure to see the gender therapist and the ridiculousness of it is they have one Gender Therapist to deal with many people such as myself who want to transition, the longer this keeps dragging on with being no closer to speaking to a Gender Therapist the more I resign myself to the fate I'm stuck male, due to circumstances in my life and my childhood as a whole I always have had a negative look on life and being TG doubly makes this so, if this was a poker game life would have the winning hand and I'd be stuck with all the jokers as life seems to always set out to make my existence annoying or depressing as it can be.
I'll be 28 in March and frankly I'm at the point of believing that this route in life is a lost cause, I'm no longer feminine and slender like I was when I was 17/18 and my voice is deep and obviously masculine, as a guy standard I'm average but as one co worker said to me which really rubbed it in they said I looked totally masculine, it's stuff like that which is almost comparable to being hit point blank with a sledgehammer.
I feel and am somewhat overweight, I have a very masculine sort of build at this point and wide shoulders, big hands so the very opposite of girly, I fail to see how any amount of make up could hide that, I can't speak remotely feminine and I can't practice make up at home even if I wanted. Honestly the biggest killer is when and if I finally see the Therapist he'll expect me to live as a female to get approval for HRT when at this point in my life my chances of passing off as a girl are about as slim as winning the lottery, if they can not be lenient on this then I will not be taking further therapy sessions and will drop this silly idealism of mine like the dead weight it's proving to be.
Combine this with debts I stupidly accrued through bad decisions when younger I honestly feel that this TG path in life has been snatched from me instead all I'm offered is the chance to lament on what I should have done years ago when I was at least passable from an appearance aspect if nothing else, now I have an ideal vision in my head that I just can't achieve and I'm no gambler and I like certainties or odds in my favour before risking anything, at this point all I can't think is all I'll achieve is making myself into one big ugly target or someone to give hassle to and unable to reach the standard I idealised in my head, I really, REALLY hate my life at this moment in time, not enough to want to commit suicide but to the point I'm thinking why even try anymore when I'll never look even quarter as nice as CIS women or those TG girls who turned out amazing when sods law always gives me the worst hand to play against it with which stacks the odds in it's favour only every time whilst I'm left the loser as per usual.