Hi. I had a conversation with my mom about a week ago about what being "transgendered" means to me. I quite literally poured my heart out. Now, my mother has been very accepting of me, but she can't support me and when I go and do things on my own, she feels left out of my life [I live at home]. She tells me I'm going to fast. She also mentioned a couple of things that bothered me, namely: that she was waiting for me to become more flexible [aka waiting for me to be able to be a girl but gender fluid], that I was too young to be able to make decisions properly, and that I had spent the last couple of years going through mental illness [which I have] and this was just me "going through the DMS-IV" again. She also mentioned someone we had seen on a house-buying show who I would have thought was a guy except for the voice and that they were reffered to as she. My mom said she looked sad, and that I looked sad when I tried to dress masculinely. I got really mad, but I knew it wasn't reasonable to get mad at her for her feelings, so I stewed for a couple of days, and ended up yelling at a window when no one was around.
Everytime my mom brings up how I couldn't be transgendered, I start questioning. I know I'm a boy, I've always been a boy, but I didn't start to despise my body until I realized it. I feel so right as George, I like mens clothes and always have, but all of these things fly right out of my mind with the thought that I could just be a girl and get over myself. But I know that when I can't hold the facade anymore, I'll break down. So I put on my [lack of] binding, tuck my shirts in and wear my boxers.
But for chirstmas, I had left my sports bras somehwere, so I tossed on my last real bra, some pants and a shirt. I stepped out and looked in the mirror and it was... weird seeing my chest like that. But all day, I kept coming back to the mirror, because there was something "right" about the way I looked, just as "right" as looking like a boy. Later, I put on my most feminine suit jacket to see if it would fit. When I bought it last summer, I couldn't button it for anything. Now it fit perfectly. All night people told me I had lost weight, and that I looked good. I felt beautiful for the first time in such a long time. All I could notice was my waistline, my hourglass figure. I wanted to cry, and I still do, because I don't understand. How can I want to be a girl and a boy at the same time? I've already taken the first steps into the world of transition, can I go back in the way people see me? Can I live in-between? I don't think I would stop asking people to call me George, because it's alreay become my name and I love it.
I would ask my therapist for help, but I can't get her until January and she doesn't know a thing about gender [she's my mental health therapist]. Anybody got any ideas?