Hey there, I'm Alex. I've been living with this GID or GD or whatever they call it now for what seems to be my whole life. I've gone to therapy for my other issues and worked through them aside from the depression, which I think is linked to this at this point. I have the wishes to become a girl, and they ebb and flow. Some days its worse than others, I wont want to look at myself in the mirror and dont want to be called "guy" or "dude" or "bro" or "man" and I just want to go to my room, curl up in my bed with the room dark and silent and sleep and cry until I can wake up and that this has all just been a dream, and when I wake that I'll have really been a girl my whole life and that everything will be okay... not good, not great, not that I'm rich or have some easy life, but that I'll be okay with me, and that I'll feel okay inside of my own skin for once in my life. On the not so bad days, its just there, the thoughts lingering in the back of my mind like some pervert watching me on the bus, breathing down my neck, that no matter where I go or what I do he's still there... that's what it feels like.
Some days I've taken hours just to pluck out every last hair on my face and chest, only to realize that didnt help make my skin smoother or feel or look less like a man's because I have these large pores left behind. I used to crossdress at friend's houses when I was younger and sometimes go out and pass, but now I can't do that for a list of reasons, the least of which being htat I wouldnt pass, the worst of which it follows me back to my job in the military, and I face charges and get the boot.
I've tried therapy for it and though the therapist confirmed that I am a good candidate to start transition if I wish to, yet again my military contract gets in the way of all that. I re-enlisted last year in hopes that I could finish college before I ETS to make life easier when I get out and any minute possibility that I am able to afford transition smoother, but now and then I am too depressed to even care about school.
I've tried talking with friends and family, and it doesnt help much anymore the way it used to. Most of the time when I'm with friends or family I can be interacting with them and having a good time, all the while on the inside I feel alone, like I'm in an empty dark room with only my thoughts around me. I tried drinking heavily in hopes that I could get drunk enough to forget and maybe the thoughts wouldnt bother me anymore, but that didnt work and never has so I've given up on the drunken stupor option. There are many days where I wish for death because I know that I cannot do it by my own hands, just to not exist anymore feels like it would be such a relief.
I dont know what to do. I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I dont it feels.... if I go through with transition now and maybe get a moments reprieve, I'm out of the Army and not on my own terms, not with a good rap, it'll be bad, but if I dont go through with transition now I feel like I'm going to continue to be overwhelmed living each day, crushed by the weight of life.
I just want to get better one way or the other. I dont care anymore if it means transition or somehow not having these feelings anymore.
I had a migraine from the stress yesterday that lasted 8 hours... I need help, does anyone know of a good therapist or counselor or something in the fayetteville, NC area? I dont care if I have to pay $100/hr out of pocket just so it doesnt follow me back to the Army and get me kicked out, I just need help.
I'm tired of feeling like an empty shell of a person who cant even be herself anymore. I've given suicide hotlines a try even, and the whole time, though I know its probably not true, I feel like they're thinking "listen to this idiot, what a schmuck, they think they've got it bad... get over yourself and grow up, this is life and life sucks"
I'm in emotional pain everyday, every waking hour. I used to dream at least and that helped since a lot of them I would be the me I want to be, be the girl I'm craving to be with each waking moment, and wake up happy and calm and think, did that really happen... is this waking moment just a nightmare? But then I'd walk over to brush my teeth and see myself in the mirror and realize once again that nope, this is reality, you and your bulky masculine frame, your scruffy cheeks and short hair, your stress lines at 23 and receding hairline from stress, your damned square jaw and manly brow-line... and then I just finish what I have to do to go on with my day and relive every day before with the tormenting thoughts and feelings of wrongness and discomfort.
I cant even have a relationship because I'm afraid they'll find out, or they'll take notice that when I look at them its not just out of attraction or compassion but of envy, like an acid on my skin, burning in me, knowing that what I envy and what I crave I might not ever have...