Hey all...so despite my eloquent and oft times chipper and humorous posts on the forums...I have quietly been having a rather rough time over the last month or so with my dysphoria...
I know! Danniella having a rough time and talking about it! That's not a vain attempt at a funny or motivational thing! OMG STOP THE PRESSES!
Yeah...>.>
So the big thing that is messing with me right now...is that pre transition, I was not too bothered about my genitals...
I was in a long term stable relationship, we had lots of sex, I did the normal things a gent is expected to do with said equipment, and the whole time I never really had much of a PROBLEM with my own genitals...yeah I would have preferred to have female parts, but I never really HATED my own...
I pretty much saw my male parts as a tool to please my partner with rather than anything I was...particularly attached to...
To me it was just a fancy sex toy...and an admittedly convenient way to vent excess fluid from my system while standing up (God dammit Danniella...can't you be serious for once

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-sigh-
But as I continue through my transition, and the person in the mirror becomes increasingly feminine in appearance and mannerisms...I find my dysphoria towards my genitals is increasing at a seemingly exponential rate...
Every day it just feels more and more...wrong to have that thing there

In the past, every time I tucked was thrilling, seeing the almost smooth crotch and feeling more feminine...but now they are tiny little moments of depression that pepper my day.
Masturbation is becoming increasingly difficult...not due to any reduced functionality, but simply because if I actually look at myself, or undertake any overtly "masculine" behaviours (Read as "Jerking" etc) I am instantly overcome with misery...
I am constantly paranoid during the day that I have, or will, come un-tucked, that everybody is staring at my crotch. and that no matter how tightly I tuck...everybody can tell what is between my legs just by glancing at me...
The concepts of any relationships or intercourse instantly depresses me, because I know I can't and wont have anything serious for a long, long time, just because of my genitals...
And there are countless other moments like that during the day...
The worrying thing is...I have spoken to a lot of girls on the forums now about their own experiences, including their feelings towards their genitals pre and post op. But most seem to say that they either A: Always wanted rid of it, or B: That they gradually care less and less about it as they transition socially.
But it's just getting worse for me the more I transition

I am still at least a year away from realistically getting my SRS...but at the rate these feelings are mounting up, I am worried that I may break before I reach that point...and I don't know what I can do to stop it, or slow it down.
I have been to the edge before...and landed myself in a mental hospital for a time as a result...easily by far the worst time of my life...And I am genuinely becoming increasingly terrified that if things continue at this rate...I will end up back there...or worse

I don't even really know what I am asking for here...because it's not like anybody can fix my own inner turmoil through the medium of internet posting...but I just needed to say something I guess...a somewhat overt cry for help I guess...
I promise I'll get back to using humour as a defence mechanism soon...probably >.>