Today started well, and then this evening turned bad and has left me in an incredibly bad mood, wanting to curl up in a corner and cry.
WARNING: Contains a considerable amount of ranting and may have some triggers for people.
First for some background as regards my current situation. At work I present as male, have done since I started a year ago, however I only recently (bout 2 weeks ago) started hormones. The people I work with were introduced as male, but they know my history due to the fact that I know the people on the floor below. Some of the people on the floor below knew me before I changed my name, some after I changed my name just before I worked with them back in 2010. I didn't tell them why I changed my name so they still knew me as female. When I applied for my new job, I still hadn't come out to the people downstairs, so naturally the people I now work with know my history as there was some initial confusion as to my gender, however this was all resolved before I started and I wasn't aware of all this until a while after. I knew people would find out anyway, I don't pass all that wellI have also met people since then and I have no idea if these people know my history or not. To be honest, I don't really care. There's nothing I can do about it anyway!
So, the main point of this is about bathrooms etc. At work the toilets are unisex, which I am eternally grateful for. Unfortunately the same isn't true in pubs. Every Friday we all go to the pub after work and normally have a good time. However I spend the entire time freaking out about toilets. I quite often freak out and use the womens toilets, but it depends where I am and who I'm with as to which toilets I feel comfortable using. I hate myself for doing that and feel like a coward, but when you gotta go, you gotta go. In this particular pub I generally use the womens toilets, but only when I really have to. This means I don't drink much and spend a lot of energy worrying about needing to go and figuring out if I can hold it till I get home. For this reason I tend to have only one drink and not stay that long.
The extra stress is the fight that is going on in my head. I don't want someone who only knows me as male seeing me in or coming out of the female toilets, but I don't want to come across someone in the mens who knew me from before and is uncomfortable with me being in the mens. Add to that the fact that I know if I were to be questioned in the mens I would probably break down and run away crying. Good way to deal with it I know!!
Anyway, back to tonight. We started off at the pub, then went somewhere else. A couple of us decided to walk whilst the others got taxis. The reason I wanted to walk was purely so I could do a slight detour to my flat to go to the toilet. Pretty pathetic, I know. I made an excuse about wanting to drop my bag off.
Once we got to the new place, there was the usual bathroom stuff. The problem is the more I think about it, the more scared of using the mens I get. Using the mens has to be pretty spontaneous generally (and quiet!). So afte hanging around outside the toilets for a good few minutes I finally dived into the womens (hating myself for it). Whilst there I discovered that the red death had arrived and I had nothing with me. Because I am a bit naive and stubborn (otherwise known as big time denial) I thought that with being on hormones AND blockers I wouldn't have to deal with that again. How very wrong I was. Up until this time I have been having a good evening, hanging out with people and having a good laugh. And then this. I had to leave then despite everyone trying to get me to stay. I REALLY wanted to stay, but I couldn't. I even sucked up my pride and asked someone if they had any 'products' I could use, but unfortunately they didn't.
So now I'm back at my flat in an awful mood, wanting to curl up in the corner and cry for a few days. I'm sick of my first thought being 'what am I going to do about the toilet situation' whenever anyone invites me out. I've passed up many a social engagement because of this. I'm fed up feeling pathetic and a coward because in some situations I am just too terrified to use the mens. I just want to be able to go out with my friends and not have to be constantly worrying about stupid, insignificant things (at least to most people).
Wow, that was a rant and a half. Sorry if it doesn't all make sense, I just needed to get it all out. I'm in an extremely bad mood, in pain (because of THAT) and just generally massively fed up. But I do know it WILL get better.