I don't know, when I first started and for a few months it was exciting and great, but as the months have passed, I started getting worse dysphoria, and it just keeps getting worse, to a point of me (Trigger warning) being severely suicidal and not functioning properly. Yeah, all the normal stuff is happening like body hair, voice deepening etc, but it's like none of it matters anymore. I used to care about social prsentation and felt better when someone said something about how manly I look and sound etc, but it has a negative effect on me now and has for most of my time on T (15 months), to a point where I think "screw you, if only you actually knew what it's REALLY like to be me, living in a body that isn't mine and I will never be happy with". I have people telling me it will get better, but I'm past the point T can do much for me on it's own, and I have professionals telling me surely life isn't that bad, when they have no clue. They tell me, what about the people who care about you? Do you think how you not being here will effect them? I just say it doesn't matter, I have no one, and I don't even get to leave the world the right way, as who I am, anyways. If I could, I would have already. Because, I don't know if it's normal, but T has made me obsess with what I'll never have, but need. It's damned near impossible to look at myself, knowing I will only ever have such a minute percentage of what I need. Most of the time it honestly feels like a massive joke. Yeah, I knew T wouldn't do much. I was hoping the little things it does would help me deal with/not feel so horrible about the things it can't do. I never expected a ->-bleeped-<-storm and for that to get much worse. I never expected to spend the majority of my time thinking about how I'll never have a functioning penis, that my hips will always look ridiculously wider than my waist, that I'll never produce T naturally, never be able to have sex properly despite my sex drive being through the roof, I'll always be considered short, never be muscular enough (and the list goes on). I was hoping to have top surgery, I did spend most of my childhood saving for it, but all of the surgeons have said no, they don't want to take the risks of blood clots and haemotomas and whatever else getting keyhole as a higher risk of occurring during surgery, or continual revisions because things that can be done during DI can't be done during keyhole, like resizing and repositioning the areolas and nipples. So I won't be getting top surgery, or any surgery, I hoped to get a hysto too, either both or just a hysto at least. Nope. No gyno is interested in even speaking to me. And to top it off, my doctor can't treat me long term and every other GP I've been to said no, or I would need you to go back and get the whole gender dysphoria assessment again to consider saying yes. So it's kind of like, what am I doing here in this world? Life isn't going to get better. And before you say call an emergency number, I have. Various times. I got sick of hearing, oh we can't do anything for you or about that. My own doctor has said, numerous times, the medical field will improve in the next decade or 2 so just wait. Not something you need to hear when you struggle to last through a day. And yes, I have spoken to mental health professionals to be sure it isn't some kind of mood episode etc. They say besides my dysphoria being so awful, I'm fine. I guess I'm just looking for advice on how to stop obsessing about what I can't have, or at least lessen it, so I don't feel so crap about myself. P.S, the Australian heat really sucks right now.
Thanks in advance for reading, and for any advice. I'm sorry if I offend anyone, not my intentions.
-Trez