So, I've been here before... Recently actually... I purged out of panic - someone I know read what I posted. (BTW Thanks Dena, J.50, and a few others - I didn't have time to grab names - your responses helped me so much). I also lost all those links someone was kind enough to give me and my name, which I loved.
So thus far... I've called off a marriage, signed up with a therapist, decided I want out of a relationship with a perfectly loving and supportive partner because I've felt like I have wanted out for a long time now, completely screwed up the little family we had, about to change jobs, want to change my hair - so excited for this tho, and I've come out to a few close friends and most family as a highly confused creature of confusion.
I dressed up for the first time in a LONG time last night and again now. Typically, I can't because I HATE the way I look... I was surprisingly cute tho as long as I can't see my face - and it feels so wonderful to actually feel like I have something on my chest that is closer to real than my imagination. It still bothered me that my shoulders and arms are large, but I realistically only looked like a girl who lifted weights (you know, the amateur body building types). The mirror feels like my mortal enemy.
That said... I wonder if this is all a construct created by my mind in order to exit out of a relationship I don't want. Or so I have been wondering now that I've been questioned so much by a heartbroken woman - who lives with me now. Some people think I am just having a mental break down - from what I hear. Now, I am going to skip the graphic detail, but my partner and I had some time together (role reversal)... At the end of it, I was so happy, I looked in the mirror half dressed and absolutely hated my ... equipment... I mean, I was just totally disgusted.
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There was no figment of my imagination. I loved the way I felt, until I saw ... that. Thing. There.
I remember how I felt even now... It's like, I have no desire to use it. I see men and women I am attracted too, I don't think of using it on either. It is like it exists solely as a tool to release pressure, alone, when I can imagine how I want to be. I just wish I was born a girl entirely. It's so exhausting.
I know there is more to being a woman than what I described above. I am not sure I ascribe to be a woman. Female tho, yes, does that make sense? I don't even know what it is to be a woman. I'm still so afraid of this world. It's like the closer I get, the farther I pull away. The farther I pull away, the closer I need to get to it again.
I just needed to vent, my next therapist appt isn't for a week. It's been such a long week moving and being emotionally and financially connected to someone and then on top of that I am trying to tell myself to slow down. I need to process this, but it's so hard when I am constantly being questioned... Is that normal? It should be in my best interest right? Smh.