I didn't care about my birthday until I turned 20.  At that point, I began to severely struggle with each passing year.  Now that I'm 25 I officially feel like an old maid.  I realize that is probably illogical and weird way of thinking, but I can't help it. 

Quote from: birkin on April 13, 2014, 03:15:30 AM
Funny this pops up, I am 25 today.

Happy birthday, Caleb.

I generally enjoy my birthday. It's not as special as it used to be, but it's still not bad. What does make me feel old, is returning to places I used to go when I was a kid, only to have them feel strange and desolate, as they've changed so much from how I remember them. That makes me feel old. That being said, I don't like to think too much about my age (29), as I feel somewhat ashamed and frustrated that I haven't gotten on my feet and established myself by now. I realize a lot of that has been out of my control, but it still hurts to know I'm basically in the same place I was six years ago.

Still, I like cake, I like visiting with my friends, and early June is usually a pretty nice time of year.

Quote from: Ms Grace on April 13, 2014, 02:17:35 AM
Totally off topic, but OMG I love your avatar, Honey Bunny!!! 

Thanks!

Quote from: Lady_Oracle on April 13, 2014, 03:46:08 AM
I'm in the same situation. Still a virgin as well and I'm turning 24 soon. Hugs!! it'll happen for us one day 

I hope so. I mean I could get sex if I really wanted to and there are tons of guys who said they would want to have a hook up with me, but I want to lose my virginity in a relationship. I am just kind of socially retarded.

I chose grateful to be celebrating one and meh just another day. 

Birthdays can be lots of fun, but lately they've just been another day.  It is what it is.

This May, I'm turning 26, but all it is doing is reminding me that I have attained none of my life goals and that once again, I must endure another year as a woman due to bloodwork issues delaying my testosterone therapy. I feel ill just thinking about it.

I was over birthdays when I was 11, and even though I'm turning 21 this year, I'm still indifferent.

I have a "birthday phobia" if you will. Not that it's scary, but I hate being the center of attention in any situation and never has it been more true when I turned 18 and my family who ambushed me with the mother of all surprise parties...bad time.

I was indifferent about my own birthdays until my late teens; I generally just forgot about them. Now, I do my best to forget about them. Last time I invited some people, though, because I had gone through a rough patch and feared being alone. It's not the getting older part that depresses me, but the part about my life having been pretty much stagnant for more than a decade. I keep feeling I'm in the exact same, dreadful place as my last birthday, and the one before that, etc.

I'm starting to think (or at least hope) birthdays will feel different once I get on HRT. Which I hope will be before my next one.

I used to hate birthdays, then I transitioned. Met the love of my life, living with her this last year has been a blessing, I have finally got to become the real me, I look forward to celebrating the years of my life with her as the female I knew I always was.

Indifferent.  Birthdays aren't all that important to me.

My birthday is coming up.  Wow.  Years ago I saw a Garfield calender and it was spring.  There was Garfield with a disgusted look on his face as a bird flew by.  Caption: "Spring is here, big, fat, hairy deal."  I guess MEH is a good reply, but down inside I feel a bit more like Garfield...


Erin

I changed my Birthday to January 1st, 2014 when I officially went full time. I am about to celebrate my 5 month birthday soon! Now they will all have meaning and be special. Bring them on! OOPS! I guess that will be edited since I am under age now!*giggles*

Quote from: Jessica Merriman on April 21, 2014, 02:36:38 PM
I changed my Birthday to January 1st, 2014 when I officially went full time. I am about to celebrate my 5 month birthday soon! Now they will all have meaning and be special. Bring them on! OOPS! I guess that will be edited since I am under age now!*giggles*

I am so buying you a onesie for your first b-day, Jessica.

I actually hated my birthday until I was about 26 years old.  Quite frankly I was a sad-sack and hated my life, wishing I was never born.  A birthday was the painful reminder that I was born: which I never asked to be, and never wanted to be (or so I thought) at that point in life.

These days, I love my birthday and am happy to be alive, but couldn't figure out why if I was happy to be alive, I still battle with depression.  When dysphoria was brought to my attention, it made a lot of sense: you can be happy that you're alive, but not be 100% satisfied.  I celebrate every birthday I have now with what energy I can muster...but after the HRT/SRS I really think the party is going to start.  However, I will use my biological age because I actually am happy to grow old (see below.)  To change my BD to my "official trans" day makes me seem like I will die young...which I don't care to do again.

My attitude towards birthdays changed when I was 26, like I said: funny thing happened...well, if you have a darker sense of humor like me and an appreciation for the ironic, it is hilarious...and that was, I died in my sleep from health complications.  I got just what I asked for: to be out of here.  300 Lbs with kidney failure, looked like I was 50 years old because I didn't take care of myself...my body shut down, and I was gone for about 30 minutes.  When I came to...most painful experience ever, "coming back"...I got frantic.  I realized I really didn't want to die.  I got back in shape, lost 140+ Lbs and am mistaken sometimes for a High School student (pros and cons to that hahahaha), published the books I always wanted to...and from then on, I LOVED every birthday I have had since.  I will be celebrating my 80th birthday (if I make it that far) like I just turned 16 again.  Life is precious, and not everyone gets to make it to even their 30's (like I almost didn't) so I say don't dread them: honor yourself, be proud that you robbed death for one more day, and celebrate like there's no tomorrow. 

Quote from: Jill F on April 21, 2014, 02:41:17 PM
I am so buying you a onesie for your first b-day, Jessica.

Mine came and went recently. It's just another day. I don't love it. I don't hate it. It just is. BUT it was my first birthday with Portia so that counts for something, I suppose.

Quote from: HoneyBunny on April 13, 2014, 01:01:37 PM
I hope so. I mean I could get sex if I really wanted to and there are tons of guys who said they would want to have a hook up with me, but I want to lose my virginity in a relationship. I am just kind of socially retarded.

In my case I'm gay, who knows when I'll find a woman who is in my area. I totally understand though, like thats the reason why I haven't had sex yet. I need to be in a relationship as well. I refuse to just "get it over with" with someone I barely even know or someone I don't even connect with. I'm the opposite though, I'm more of a social butterfly. My issue is that I lack transportation, so it's really tough to go out and about to meet people. On top of that I don't live in an area where there is a big lgbt population either. Which is why I cannot wait to move to a city like Seattle.

Quote from: Jessica Merriman on April 23, 2014, 09:48:48 PM

Quote from: Jill F on April 21, 2014, 02:41:17 PM
I am so buying you a onesie for your first b-day, Jessica.

Pics, or it didn't happen

I can totally relate. I hate birthday for many reason.
often I feel rather sad or annoyed of getting older and I feel like I haven't done enough with my life and start to compare myself with other on my age.
even feeling so I have to fake being happy just for this one day.. arg.. it pretty annoying.

theres also transpart I hate about it, but currently im just annoyed on getting older and not being able to make some awsome partys, which I feel there should be.

I prefern christmas it more about famely and food, than about "you"

It's kind of surreal, I guess.  45 just doesn't seem right to me, but last I checked, that's correct.  I'm having my first real b-day party next Saturday with cake, balloons and a taco bar.  My family and friends will mostly all be there with me.  For my 40th b-day I just told people to leave me the hell alone because I was in a perpetually bad place.  I got really drunk on tequila and passed out.   I felt like holy crap the next day and slept it off.  Last time I ever make that mistake on a landmark birthday.

Anyway, last year the dark clouds parted, the sun came out and I'm like a completely different person now.  I feel like sharing my newfound happiness.

I guess it's true- inside every older person is a young person wondering what the hell happened.

   On my next birthday I will have celebrated my 45 for the 20th time, feels pretty good