I'm sorry it's a rough day. I'm in the same boat as you in the regards of the whole, I hate it when everyone calls me sir, man, bro, brother, any regards to male annotations it gets to me. But me being pre everything I can't be mad at them, but just take it for the time being, hopefully soon I'll get the paperwork from my union, to where it states my insurance is properly transferred over. So I can look into therapy, and it not costing an arm, leg and a heart.
I know my friend from my previous work place, when I came out to him, he ended up being okay to talk to, and as close as he is to me, well further in physical form, but since he doesn't know too well, when he was all "alright my brother, I will be praying for you" I didn't mind so much.
I look back to when I had no inkling to my dysphoria, and at the end of nearly every phone call I had, which the other person did not know me at all and they all ended up "have a good day/evening ma'am" at the time it frustrated me to all heck to the point to where I was like "I'm a guy," but in the reality now I smile at all those times. And I probably will still get that.
What helps me when I get home is dressing in my comfy clothes, a skirt that I really like, and a cute ass tank top. Some days will be bad and some will be okay, everything will turn out better when you can be who you really are.
Let's all climb aboard the choo choo train to happiness
Kateā„