I went back, partly because of fear, partly because I just couldn't find the resources or support.
I posted a picture of me when I was living properly, from many years ago. I recalled, before finding that picture, many of the things I felt then. But seeing it has brought so much more back.
I remember that, inside, I felt a peace, with myself and the world. I could relate to the world as me rather than continually having to figure out how to behave.
There was a warmth in my stomach, whereas now I have this exposure in my middle. I don't know if that makes sense. I'm so conscious of the ugly bits. They are the dirty. They are the reason I couldn't play with my friends and had to be tough. They hurt, they smell, they look terrible and I couldn't give any male companions the pleasure that I wanted to.
I've just finished a short job, filling in for someone who was away. I work in building. Today, since I wasn't going to be back on Tuesday, many of the men were wishing me well, as they do. But several asked if I was gay. I hadn't realised but I've been relating to people in a much warmer, more open manner. The job is in a maternity hospital, a refurb on one of the floors. We've seen a few of the babies of course. I suppose that put a big smile on my face.
I am determined not to give into regret. Regret is for suckers. We need to deal with disappointments and loss by learning. That is what being human is.
If I have a vicarious interest in any others here it is in rejennyrated and Jerica. Jenny has achieved so much and while I'm sure she will be the first to say she had many advantages, not least brilliant parents, I doubt it has come without struggle. Jerica is such a charming and beautiful person who is facing her challanges with more strength than I had. I look at the contentment in her pretty face and know how she feels.
The last week has renewed my faith in myself. Sorry if this post doesn't have anything constructive.