So I know this post has been made a thousand times by as many different people, but I need some sort of outlet and maybe a kind word or two. It's pretty dim so skip this post if you're in a fragile place. Otherwise, thanks for reading.
Long story short, I got an appointment made with an endocrinologist for the middle of next February. That's a pretty long way off and I can feel time slowly ticking by as I wait somewhat impatiently. However perhaps it's good it's so far away because ever since making the appointment I've been having pretty big episodes of doubt as to whether or not this is a good idea. Or at least if it's the right move to make. I get the impression transitioning is a bad idea no matter what, but sometimes it's the lesser of two evils.
I feel like no matter what I am or what I feel like on the inside, the outside is...not sure how to put this. Corrupted by masculinity, I guess? Like it's an incurable STD or something. Even the inside is touched by this poisoning, and while I can minimize the effects as much as possible it's still an infection I'll have to carry around and deal with. Not that masculinity is inherently bad, it's just really freaking wrong for "me".
Anyways, I can't even get my $&*t together right now (or really at any other time in my life), and by all accounts transitioning is lots of work, takes courage and fortitude etc. I don't know if I can do it.
The idea of not transitioning is bleak. "The Road" sort of bleak. But it is something I can handle. Perhaps not in a healthy way, but I've been doing it this long. I'm pretty good at being the somewhat angry asocial dude. There's a sort of inner strength there, a wall I can and have built up so my heart isn't a gaping open wound all the time.
Or I can try to transition and chase down some sort of happiness. I may even catch some! Along with a lot of being scared and hurt, failing to meet the mark and having to pull myself back up and try again. I may fail repeatedly until I can't handle it anymore, and then it's too late to go back.
How much happiness do cis people get out of their gender anyways. Is happy an unrealistic expectation to get out of one's gender?
Transitioning is stupid. Being trans is stupid. The whole thing is just FJDSKLFHJDKS. But after the inner temper-tantrum about how stupid it all is, it's still freaking there, stalking me like my shadow. Go away transness, I've got other problems in my life to deal with.