To be honest, it is killing me. Every time I talk with somebody I have a lot of confidence and friendship at work with, it's like having a muzzle in my mouth. The people I have a better relation with tend to worry about myself. Why I am so skinny now, why I want to change my appearance that much, and... The better I have a relationship with somebody, the gloomier and depressed I feel, so talking with them is awkward, making me look like a little piggy going to the slaughterhouse.
Every time I am asked the same question: How do you feel? How's today? Are you better? By default I always reply "Tired. Very Tired". I just want to pick one of those people I can trust, and privately explain to them everything. The only time I had gotten a bit of relief is when on last monday I opened to a therapist from an LGBT association and felt I could be myself.
But I still don't know how they would deal. I have changed a bit my appearance by removing my male defensive behaviour, depilating everywhere waxing my eyebrows, or removing my beard shadow with laser... The person with the most suspicions is like my best friend at work. She knows that oddly I understand a bit too much about fashion or make-up, but I probably look more like gay or metrosexual to her (Already told me a few times "You look like a girl"). I want to at least tell her one morning during our coffee reccess when we are alone. We have a good relationship, since she has helped me on my darkest moments (When they tried to fire me) and have been trying to repay her (One or two gifts for her sons that they loved it).
But whenever I'm back to the mirror, I see the Man-shell again. I have a manly face, ugly and deformed it (it can be my BDD, whenever I look too much at the mirror or photos I curse my face and the testosterone and end crying again). I am afraid that if I tell her, she will think I am joking, or that I am just plain crazy. They know that I'm on antidepressants to keep going and actually worried about how depressed I am every day, but... I don't know what to do.
When I was with that therapist on monday talking for around 90 minutes, she was extremely convinced that I was real, bu I still haven't been seen by the official GD therapist (which is also a psychiatrist). I don't have a gender dysphoria diagnose and I believe to have other mental issues (body dysmorphia and maybe ADD. I think I overcame this last one just by being extra careful, but the BDD is filling my mind with deformity obsessions constantly, not letting me work properly), so I'm afraid of telling to later being told "You don't have Dysphoria, it was caused by XXXXX. Take this pill and go home to being a man".
What to do, What to do. It's the same as usual, I'm not confident of telling a person I may be seeing on a daily basis if I don't have proof to back my feelings. Like when my father said "Do you have a medical proof? I don't believe you".
To sum it up, I want to come out, but I doubt I would get a "we were imagining that" replay. I don't have a female looking face that causes confussion, soft skin (oily, pig pores, dark eye circles and a acne ourburst from time to time(, a girly voice and today I am wearing standard wide clothing, nothing skinny or androgynous (I don't have that much clothing). This, paired with how disgusting and malformed and asymmetrical I see myself , makes me think that it is going to be like Frankenstein telling them he wants to be a girl. And without an "official proof", It feels even more fake.
Things have changed a lot since I started to accept myself. At first I only wanted the female body, even if it was a secret only I could see. But now that I know, I want to be seen, stop lying and say what's been on my mind for the last months. I'm tired of telling lies about why I feel so bad and disconnected, having them altering my conversations. But... What if I am wrong? I still have not been with the gatekeeping therapist.