Disclaimer: Please don't read this if you're feeling blue, I really have no intention of depressing anyone, and this are rather negative confessions.
I wake up every day, and look at the mirror, and I just feel ugly, so ugly. Like a ugly duckling, but who never actually becomes pretty.
I was once a really happy, vivacious and fun-loving kid, but when I look back at the mirror I see no trace of her, she's gone forever and I can't go back to find her. My once shiny and happy eyes have lost all of its life, I now just drag myself out of the bed every morning, I do the possible to deal with dysphoria (shaving legs, armpits, plucking, lotions, etc etc) but I just do the possible to survive and get by one more day. It's not like I am even living life.
And it's funny, because I don't even realize just how lucky I am. I have a very high voice, a fairly feminine face and my body is not masculine at all, yet I'm still here complaining about my life, when I should be thankful my mom hasn't disowned me for being trans. I had been going to a therapist since my 14 to treat my depression and I finally could talk to someone about my body and what bothered me about it.
Finally, when I come out to her, she had the most explosive reaction ever and just started crying, she took me out of the therapist (I really liked her) and now I'm going to a new one, to be evaluated cognitively and emotionally and it's funny because she criticized my other therapist because she did not involve her in anything, but here I am now and she has no intention of actually explaining what's going on wih me to the therapist and psychiatric, since they treated my "gender problem" as a non-issue. Now it's like nothing happened, my mom doesn't even take me seriously, it's like I never told this. She thinks a new therapist will fix everything, also she believes I am sick so she has to "help me get over this".
And it doesn't get better. My parents basically forced me to go to Science class, when I wanted Literature and Languages but I was very indecisive and they told me they'd better enrol me in a public school because Literature and Languages doesn't give employment to anyone, anyway. So I actually went with what they said, and my mom filled in the questionnaire for me putting Science as a first option.
It backfired totally. But obviously I was the one who had to put up with everything. Bullying, social exclusion, never had the child in me felt so mistreated, so abandonned (my friends are not in that god damn school, and my previous friend of middle schooljust abandonned me), they didn't even know me but that didn't prevent them from badmouthing and excluding me. Even after i became friendlier and nice (and I know people are not obligued to like me), I was left out from every project like I never belonged there, it was ridiculous, the teachers had to point out my existence, it hurt sooo bad. And I got really bad grades at Science subjects and excelled in writing, and languages. I don't think I should ever taken their advice, since not only I was not meant to be in Science but in Literature and Languages people are so much nicer, and accepting.
And it's funny because my mom noticed I had basically no social life all these horrible three years. And yet she didn't do anything, but now that I have come out, she seems all worried. But what she is worried about? That I am an abnormal freak? That I have so little friends and a stupid, meaningless life? Because I honestly don't know, I really doubt, if she had been all that worried she would have taken action before, I think she believes I am to blame for refusing to conform to normality but I am not that sure. She criticizes my previous therapist for not involving her in a process that was so violent and radical, but.... how could my mom expect to be involved if she just stayed in her car waiting for the session to finish? I don't understand, there has to be some contradiction here and it's just so ironic.
My friends. I have so few. But on that school (which btw is catholic, oh I love the hipocrisy) most friends have ever had use me and abuse me in some way and then throw me out when they longer need me, and they never apologize. My true friends are not in this school.
I guess I should be over this, but I am not. My life truly sucks, it really does, and it's funny because I would have probably killed by myself by now wasn't it my huge fear of death and my family, whom I don't want to hurt. those are the only reasons that keep living, I literally don't have that much to live for.
I guess I should be over this, but I can't. It's hard dealing with wasted teenage years, and all that has happened to me. I feel forever stuck, I just hope better times come
thank you for reading,
xxx