So last week I caught an upper respiratory infection which my asthma just took off with and hospitalized me. Now I'm on the mends, I was in friday night and out Sunday evening, but I'm still making a slow recovery which means no chest binder for righ tnow cause it could cause air restriction and I don't need to be back in the hospital right now.... But it's a reminder of the dysphoria when I'm out in public. Like I know it's there regardless, but the chest binder makes me feel better like I can at least disguise it from the rest of the world.
I caught a reflection of myself today and that was just all it took to send me back down that damn rabbit hole of feeling... I felt disgusted with myself, gross, uncomfortable and the dysphoria just smacked me in the face worse than ever. I mean I'm two months on T things have been on the up and up and this happens. I felt like I wanted to throw up over the situation. At least at home when I'm not wearing it (cause lets face it we arent suppose to wear the binders ALL DAY LONG no matter how much I want to), well at least no one else has to know/see and I can feel alright about that. But in public? I felt like.. humiliated like all I was doing was torturing myself and crap. It was horrifying really.
I don't know how I ever managed it up to this point, I really don't. I never felt so gross in my life.
Sorry I just had to rant about it..