Quote from: tangobravo on October 09, 2010, 06:39:00 PM
coming out alone relives a great deal of anxiety and sorrow from someone. a lot of it is a matter of accepting that this is who you are. i'm not so sure if starting testosterone would medically make depression subside. or if it's the mental awareness that you're finally on the road to becoming the person you want to be that helps.
for me, even before starting testosterone, when i finally admitted to myself that i have always been tim, i started seeing the more masculine traits in my appearance.
I can state with absolute certain confidence that T is having an effect on my depression.
I've been dealing with depression (of several modes: major depressive episodes, seasonal depression, cyclical depressions from hormonal changes, and pregnancy and postpartum depression with psychotic features) since I was 12. About 3 months into my pregnancy when I was 19, I became suicidal (I'd had suicidal episodes before, but short-lived) and I've been pretty much continuously suicidal since then. For eight years straight. On "bad" days I literally wanted to die; on "good" days, I mostly wanted to live, but still had intrusive unwanted thoughts of suicide. Most days were bad days.
Antidepressants did nothing but make me nauseous - I've tried one from every group, none of them worked. I've been hospitalized twice. I've only actually made one serious attempt, when I was 16; the only reason I haven't tried again is the fear of what would happen if I failed. I spent almost every day for eight years wishing that I could just die from an accident or something, hoping that every car I was in would crash, praying that someone would kill me on one of my midnight walks, wishing that I'd be blown off the aircraft carrier I worked on. Or, on a "good" day, not hoping for those things to happen, but visualizing them in an uncontrollable repeat loop.
When I came out about 8 months ago, nothing changed. I felt "better" in a sense because I was no longer repressing my trans feelings and was able to live more-or-less honestly as myself. But I was still depressed, anxious, suicidal. None of the transition steps I made changed that. Not cutting my hair, not passing, not being called "he," not being supported and accepted by my friends. Not even coming out to my dad and getting the most incredibly supportive reaction I could ever have hoped for. In fact, the depression and anxiety intensified somewhat because of the stress of explaining myself to my husband and the sheer panic at the thought that I'd eventually have to explain to him that the relationship was over because I was going to physically transition. And the fear of not passing was a constant stress that made it almost as hard to go outside as it had been before when I was trying to pass as female.
Two weeks ago, I started T. I still haven't had that conversation with my husband. I'm stressed all to hell because now the clock is ticking on that. I'm scared half to death of what's going to happen when people at school notice physical changes, because about half of them including my advisor know me as female. I'm worried that I won't even like the changes I get from T, or that the ones I really want will take too long. My face is getting bloated and puffy, I'm getting a cold, and I generally feel kind of like crap right now. And because of the face puffiness I'm passing
less than I was before. I'm having a bloody terrible day today for various reasons. And yet, despite all that, in the past three days, for the first time in eight years,
I don't want to die. No part of me does. The part that used to make me think about killing myself even when I was happy...it
finally shut up.I can't possibly overstate the difference. It's not a placebo effect from me wanting it to work. God knows I wanted everything else I tried to work - antidepressants, St. John's Wort, CBT, DHEA, vitamins, diets, I tried so many things. Nothing made a difference. Not even coming out/passing/going mostly full-time, not even getting the approval from my therapist to start T. The only thing that has ever made a difference was actually having the stuff in my system for about a week and a half.
I'm not all the way out of the woods. I still feel anxious (though that's lifting), I still have trouble feeling hopeful about the future.
But my brain is no longer trying to kill me. I can't begin to describe how grateful I am.