Hi,
This is my first post here. I'm a 18-year old male from Finland. I just realized that I may be transgendered a few months ago. I still can't say I'm 100% sure... But then again, I feel I can't honestly say that I'm not 100% sure...

Bah, sounds like I'd better find myself a therapist or something...

I don't feel there's anything to gain in intoducing my background any further, so I'll just cut to the topic.
I had been growing my hair for a couple of months and went to my usual place to get a haircut on Friday. Well, I gave pretty strict instructions to just trim them to shape with as little shortening as possible. The result: Pretty damn short,
clearly masculine cut.

Guess if I'll go to that hairdresser ever again.
Argh!

Just when I had spent a couple of months exploring and releasing my feminine side, I was back looking more like a guy than I had for maybe six months... In all honesty, I wasn't at all sure about being transgendered until now. But now, looking in the mirror and clearly seeing a guy there...

When I came home from the hairdresser's and saw myself in the mirror (I had my doubts already at the hairdresser's but it didn't look all that bad
there) I just totally flipped. I slammed doors moving around the apartment, screamed, kicked a closet door so that it broke, accidentely tore a poster when I threw my bag at it (it's right beside my bed, and the bag just, well, hit the wall when it was suppoused to land on the bed)... I still live at home, so I was lucky my parents weren't home. I later explained that the door broke when I accidentally fell against it, and they haven't noticed the poster.
The good thing is, now I at least am sure about who I am,
and who I am *not*. The bad thing is, this hair (or the lack thereof) remains here to remind me about the G.I.D. every single time I look in the mirror. When my hair was longer it was never this bad. Funny how how a seemingly small thing like this can make a big dirrerence...
Oh yeah, one more thing: there are no therepists specialiced in gender issues in this country... The treatment of transsexuals has been centralized to a two hospitals in the entire country and you have to get referred there by a doctor. Any doctor will do, so that's not going to be a problem, but travelling there for the appontments means telling my parents... And I can tell you that *that* would lead to a disaster. I'm pretty sure they wouldn't understand. So, I'm stuck.
Well, this turned out be mostly whining about my situation, but I still have some specific advice to ask. So, how do you deal with the anger and depression when you look at the mirror and know the person staring back at you, however far from your true self, is who other people see you as? So, in a nutshell, how on earth am I suppoused to deal with the depression etc. when there is no one I could talk to who actually understands my situation. Well, maybe exept for you. I've been reading these forums almost daily for little over a month now, and the members here seem very supportive and understanding.

Thanks for any help and sorry about my maybe a bit unclear English.

It may be less than perfect at times and besides I'm horrible at explaining things anyway.