Here I am, half crying in the morning. I spent the night dreaming I was a fully normal girl, my family accepted me as if had never ever en a guy, and even looked and moved naturally (Then it would change into being a tatooed freak with a gaping hole with teeth in my tummy, but that is a different story.
I was supposed to have lunch which my parents (real reason: Find a KVM I forgot at their home) which had been repeating constantly the how I had to present exactly in front of them.... And here I am, in the morning, all of my sports bras dirty in the sink where I am washing the white ones (so I don't have anything to hide my breasts, while I called them to say that I was not feeling ok and would not be coming, while crying.
The truth: I don' want to present as a dude and less with today's dreams. I'be been depressed all the morning at the perspective of having exchanged quick transition for the safety of a home (goodbye budget), and that my original idea is on hiatus until I can work again. And then spending an afternoon as if nothing had ever happened perpetuating a lie in front of others. One thing is to go out in androgynous presentation but in fully female clothing and being OK with myself even if that gets me misgendered, but I can't live with my appearance being tailored but others to be accepted by society. My fathers, possible employeers...
¿Why do we have to go through this Conga of humiliation? Two years to change my name, 4 years waiting list for healthcare SRS (which will disappear in less than one years as things are)... Even if the doctors want to help us, the legal system hates us and will never accept us. The 2007 law change to include our name change is just a leash on us that makes us go through hell.
Well, here goes my morning rant I'm going to the shower, spent an hour with my hair after that and dedicate today to counterfeiting proof for the name change, and see if I can pull it (Not going to happen).