Quote from: Vestyn on November 17, 2014, 07:47:51 AM
Carrie Liz, what if society had said you could wear those shorts - or that skirt - without having to present as a woman? Would your dysphoria have still been as pressing, do you think? (That's a very personal question - it's not meant to be directed only at Carrie Liz).
Pre-transition, I basically said "okay, you know what? I don't have to be a girl to freely express myself. To hell with what anyone thinks, I'm wearing short-shorts again, and I'm acting like I want to act." And I did start freely expressing myself in feminine ways... wore short shorts, wore tighter-fitting v-neck t-shirts made from softer material, started shaving my legs and arms again, started wearing panties, (which are WAY softer than the equivalent men's briefs,) and I started acting in a softer manner, using greater vocal range, intentionally being sweeter and more open to people, and basically doing EVERYTHING that I could to try and act exactly how I wanted and dress how I wanted.
It still wasn't enough. For some people who think they have dysphoria, maybe it might just be because of the bulls*** societal gender restrictions placed on them, but in my case it really was because there was no way for me to be comfortable in a male body. Even when I was acting and dressing exactly how I wanted, I still felt dysphoria about the male bulk of my body, my muscles, my thicker skin, my genitals, my blocky shape, my sex-drive, my emotions, and being treated as male socially. So basically I'd exhausted my options and the only choice left was to transition.
It did ease my dysphoria somewhat, (and my dysphoria wasn't as bad back in 8th grade, back when I was still singing soprano in choir, wearing short-shorts, shaving, acting much more effeminately, and was still in the early stages of puberty,) but regardless of all of that, the dysphoria was still there. I was still wishing that I was a girl back then. It's just that once I stopped being openly effeminate for the sake of not being teased, I added a feeling of being stifled, of being unable to express myself at all, on top of the gender dysphoria. Which turned it from a lingering nagging "I wish" thought into something that made me feel completely trapped and depressed.