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  Today was hard. It gets more difficult everyday. Being large chested and trans, with little hope of binding well. I'm instantly the purple cat and I can't even hide and pretend that I'm orange, or white, or cream, or anything normal. I'm just me, the friendly weirdo. I hid behind an aisle today. Because, I was buying boxers and axe, and I didn't want any of the men to see me, or the women. They like to ask uncomfortable questions, or point out things I already know. That's for men. Why do you like it? What are you doing in this section, this is the men's. My shy nature doesn't help any, I'm not the type to speak up for myself. This experience as a trans man, is really teaching me to bite my tongue, and how to speak my mind at the same time. I learned a long time ago that you can't argue with those people, you won't win. It gets difficult..people stare..they stare. They whisper and gossip and watch me like I'm reality TV. I pretend not to notice, not to care. But, I feel ashamed, unwelcome and like I should give up/run away. Oftentimes I do..I run away leaving behind my precious items, terrified of their intimidating postures and hateful looks..and too ashamed to fight for who I am, my freedom. It's not any different at home. Everyone wants to know why I'm trans, why a name change, hormones, having bottom surgery, means so much to me. What do you even say to those questions? I've tried every answer. I'm a man, I should look like one outside as well. It makes me happy. This last one makes them confused and outraged. How can something so dangerous, so wrong, make me happy? I just don't know..it just does. I'm tired of the shame and humiliation, the quietness with looks, but no words. I'm scared. I'm getting hormones soon and changing my name legally to Ashton. I'm coming out to everyone I know, explaining why I will be changing with hormones, so no one goes into a panic from it. I believe it's only going to get worse..I can barely stand it now. How do you just let it roll off your shoulders, like nothing? It just..it hurts. From everyone. But, it hurts more from my family....
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Northern Star Girl

@Ashtonrocks
Dear Ashton:
I am at a loss for words that will help you to make your situation more immediately bearable. 
FTM and MTF Transitioning takes fierce determination, willpower and bravely as you go "out there" .... enduring all the stares, rude comments, uncomfortable questions and all the things that you mentioned.  Please know that almost all of us transitioners here on the forums have gone through the very same difficult gauntlet to eventually gain acceptance. 

As a MTF when I was early in my transition journey, I faced many personal difficulties when I would shop in the womens section, trying on clothing, comparing and examining panties and bras, and other feminine attire, cosmetics, etc. 
The good news is that it does get easier as time goes on and as your transition journey continues.

When accosted with rude stares, comments and difficult questions I always found it was best for me to just ignore, not make any reply comments, smile and walk away with my head held high... That was how I handled it but of course you may have develop your own unique personal action plan to deal with these kinds of things.

These are all important experiences that will help refine your appearance, your body movements, grooming, etc.... so consider the issues that you encounter as learning experiences.

Hang in there and persavere, you have like-minded forums friends here that know what you are going through.  Always feel free to vent and share your thoughts and problems....  we are your biggest fans and are here to rejoice with you in your good times and to support you in your not so good times.

If you feel comfortable doing so, please continue to keep us updated.
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krobinson103

Quote from: Ashtonrocks on September 10, 2018, 09:33:19 PM
  Today was hard. It gets more difficult everyday. Being large chested and trans, with little hope of binding well. I'm instantly the purple cat and I can't even hide and pretend that I'm orange, or white, or cream, or anything normal. I'm just me, the friendly weirdo. I hid behind an aisle today. Because, I was buying boxers and axe, and I didn't want any of the men to see me, or the women. They like to ask uncomfortable questions, or point out things I already know. That's for men. Why do you like it? What are you doing in this section, this is the men's. My shy nature doesn't help any, I'm not the type to speak up for myself. This experience as a trans man, is really teaching me to bite my tongue, and how to speak my mind at the same time. I learned a long time ago that you can't argue with those people, you won't win. It gets difficult..people stare..they stare. They whisper and gossip and watch me like I'm reality TV. I pretend not to notice, not to care. But, I feel ashamed, unwelcome and like I should give up/run away. Oftentimes I do..I run away leaving behind my precious items, terrified of their intimidating postures and hateful looks..and too ashamed to fight for who I am, my freedom. It's not any different at home. Everyone wants to know why I'm trans, why a name change, hormones, having bottom surgery, means so much to me. What do you even say to those questions? I've tried every answer. I'm a man, I should look like one outside as well. It makes me happy. This last one makes them confused and outraged. How can something so dangerous, so wrong, make me happy? I just don't know..it just does. I'm tired of the shame and humiliation, the quietness with looks, but no words. I'm scared. I'm getting hormones soon and changing my name legally to Ashton. I'm coming out to everyone I know, explaining why I will be changing with hormones, so no one goes into a panic from it. I believe it's only going to get worse..I can barely stand it now. How do you just let it roll off your shoulders, like nothing? It just..it hurts. From everyone. But, it hurts more from my family....

Being trans and transitioning is both wonderful and frightful. First you think why do I need to do all this just to be me? Why has the world dealt me these cards? How come everyone else is happy but me? The answer is quite simple... because you can handle it, and learn, and adapt, and come out the other end stronger and more in touch with who you really are than most people out there.

The beginning is hard. You think how can get past these impossible hurdles? Being almost one year in on my mtf journey I can tell you... they aren't as high or as impossible as they seem. Break it down, challenge one tiny little fear at a time and soon enough... you are you, the inside matches the outside and life couldn't be better.

People don't understand. Your closest family are often your biggest problem. People talk of our 'choice' as if there was any other option. You need to stand firm and show them that its not a 'choice' or a 'lifestyle' but the real you and HE won't be scared, or shamed, or suppressed.

Also be aware that most of what you feel now comes from inside you. The walls and road blocks are 99% inside of you. :)  It gets easier... and you will look back in a years time and wonder what you were afraid of.
Every day is a totally awesome day
Every day provides opportunities and challenges
Every challenge leads to an opportunity
Every fear faced leads to one more strength
Every strength leads to greater success
Success leads to self esteem
Self Esteem leads to happiness.
Cherish every day.
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Ashtonrocks

  I got my first job, which the money will go towards my hormones and the name change coming up in November. Which is quite a ways away, but fastly approaching. I'm nervous, but excited about the coming changes. A lot of paperwork for the name change. I'm facing issues with family lately. Such as explaining the Axe in the cabinet and the lack of dresses. But, the most horrifying is clothes shopping "for fun" that most "girls" do, that's considered a bonding experience with various family members of mine. It means, explaining why I no longer wear women's clothes at all, like the section is the shamed area. Family ask a lot of questions, that I don't know how to answer. It's only going to get harder when I start hormones. I plan on coming out to my classes and family as soon as I start hormones.

  The difficult part is that I don't pass well, I confuse people, but for the most part people wind up calling me female anyways, so starting hormones is going to get me some weird looks as soon as obvious affects take place. I'm safe at my college classes as my teacher there made it very clear how she felt about descrimination and bullying among her students (long story, let's just say a student made fun of a guy in a math video lol) so, I know I will be safe there, but at my high-school I am quite worried about what the reactions will be.

  The sighs in annoyance everytime I do something manly such as buy a man's product, or I don't know, check out a girl, those annoyed sighs really are getting old, I wish they would stop. I most of all don't appreciate the confusion as to why it's important people call me by the proper pronouns and name. What do they think being trans means? A boy in girl clothes?? A girl in boy clothes?? Do they really believe we'd do surgeries & hormones, if we did not want to fully live the life of our preferred gender?? I don't understand that thought process. Also, the idea that other lgbt people influenced and I'm confused is a very hurtful accusation. The lgbt+ group is not a cult, I cannot be brainwashed into it. Yes I am aware of health concerns from hormones and surgeries, I'm not delusional and crazy for wanting them anyways. That's like saying I have the choice between suicide, or happiness. How insane would that be, if I chose suicide? Very insane. Their logic makes no sense. At least it's that extreme for me, but I've been fighting to express myself since I was 12 after being humiliated and shamed when explaining who I was. It was a very traumatizing experience..

  What's sad to me..is the excuse that "oh you're 18, mess yourself up, if you want" is a prevailing excuse among adults, especially parents. It's like, they don't support you, but since you're 18 you can no longer disappoint them, or anything, bcuz you're your own responsibility now. Kind of like they're saying they don't support/accept and what you're doing is clearly wrong, but they're not going to stop you. Which just irks me, they can't accept/support you when you really need it during your struggles when you're too young to get anything for transition, but they can support you easily when you're 18. How is that any different? It's like they can't accept you unless they realize they have no choice too, unless they want to be alone when the kid moves out and doesn't come back. But, what support exactly are they doing? Like my mom is making me explain myself to family and will just say "I don't know 'she' wanted to do this" when questioned about my transition rather than stand up for me. I can't even get comfort for my daily struggles as trans, without being excused from comfort by the "You chose this, suck it up" excuse. I can't even proudly display my masculinity without being looked at funny and getting an eye roll from own mother, it's infuriating!!
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Ashtonrocks

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  Mom also claimed she has lgbt friends, so she automatically 'knows' the proper way to treat an lgbt person and knows the proper lgbt member when she sees it. So, apparently her trans friend claims I'm not trans. What would mom know about my trans experiences? I haven't told her a single thing, so of course the trans friend thinks otherwise, they got an account from my delusional parent who sees what they want to see. But, mom believes it is solid proof of me being confused. Claiming that 'my own people's say I'm confused. Which honestly pissed me off. Not to mention I had a majorly dysphoric day at the time and the rejection from another trans person, really stung.
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krobinson103

I can relate to the suicide or transition thing. I got to that point. I don't want to die so naturally the way forward was transition. I lost my wife and her comments still are "You made this choice and we have to live with it."

I ask this.. given the choice between living and losing a few people and dying what choice do you have? I think its selfish of others to make you feel shame for not wanting to die...
Every day is a totally awesome day
Every day provides opportunities and challenges
Every challenge leads to an opportunity
Every fear faced leads to one more strength
Every strength leads to greater success
Success leads to self esteem
Self Esteem leads to happiness.
Cherish every day.
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Ashtonrocks

  I'm really scared lately. Everything I've ever wanted is right there withing reach, almost tangible. But, it rests on one thing, my job. I don't have a car, I struggle to get rides and my rides are severely limited and affording my hormones and a bus ticket? Things like that are impossible, not to mention my mother wouldn't let me do that. I'm trying to juggle my pride, my job, my friends and my school life, all in one hand. It's really difficult and I don't know, if I'll make it. I'm hoping and praying and working my ass off in school and work.

  But, at the end of the day..it's up to fate..all the little things adding up. But, I refuse to give up. Another year without hormones isn't so bad, as long as I get them. I've been on this journey 6 and a 1/2 years now and it took me 5 years to get the courage and strength to stand up for myself and be who I am. To everyone else this is incredibly fast, because they've only known me this way for a year and a half now. But, for me, I've waited a lifetime. I'm done being dissatisfied with clothes, because they're not male. I'm over the obsession with glitter and pink and being beautiful. I'm sick of constantly explaining my actions, because "women" don't do that sort of thing. I am here. I exist.

  It's not easy..being the curviest and the highest pitched voice and the inability to be intimate with a partner, if ever I were to get one, the weird feeling of being an inexperienced virgin again, after all the rapes I endured. But, I'm here and I'm real. I am struggling. Everything I need is hanging in the balance and people haven't even been using my pronouns. The name acceptance is so easy, so hetero and cis-normal. But, the pronouns..people can't seem to understand why they're so important, so necessary and I don't know how to get them to understand. I may not be a man under my clothes, but in spirit and mind, I am one. That means I will never fit in with women, because I am not a woman. I can't confirm to their ways, or understand them, just because I lived as them. That's something that is difficult to understand. People see my body, my personality, but they still, don't see me.

  They cared about the pronouns at first. People called me the right thing and did so for a while. But, the others who didn't know said the wrong terms and now I'm back to where I started. I can't seem to get some people to use the proper terms and it messes up the others. I will come out to and fix the gendering of those that I can. As for the ones who care for and respect me, but don't seem to want, to use the right terms..I can't help them. I will do my best, but they will not understand as easily.

  I will get my binder in November and my hormones. I will also slowly get my wardrobe to be full of male clothes. I will come out to family and others. Lastly, I will also be fully in the public eye, a proud, open target for descrimination.
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