As opposed to my more recent excitement in life and feeling as if I've taken my first step to transitioning, my days of being dysphoria-free are over. Today marks the first day (out of a week) where people finally started to comment on my nails being done and it meaning something to me. Oh I still remember how hot my face felt, the pain it brought to my stomach, the pain that had returned. Growing up, I always felt as if I was a part of the "normal" society, but I caught myself liking a lot of things that other boys didn't, so I kept quiet about it. Then hitting middle school, I heard chatter of "gross" and "unwanted" people. These people being cursed with the title of being gay, lesbian, trans, etc. I say cursed because it's the way it was portrayed to me, and it bothered me when they so cruelly judged someone like that because I hate seeing people being hurt, even though I'm prone to having a short temper. This was when I was about twelve years old... Roughly. Since then, the thought of these curses became intriguing. I found out what being a transgender was and realized that's exactly what I was. I didn't want to dress as a girl, I wanted to be one! At that moment I knew I was. I did strange things for the next few years, watching other girls closely, seeing how they acted, how they moved, how they reacted to certain things, everything I could to learn. Finally, two years ago we took a trip to see some family in Germany. I was fine until the second or third day when the dysphoria kicked in. I remember the exact moment too. We went to a small store to pick of a souvenir or two and there was the girls clothing section. It wasn't even underwear or a bra or anything. It was a shirt. A bright pink shirt with a massive black skull in the middle. I got really depressed and when we made it back to where we were staying, I came out to my friends. From there on, I've gradually improved myself to letting them play with my hair, do my nails, all the fun stuff, but only on the rare occasion and with a select few people. Now I encourage people to do it because I just love the feeling. It's weird, but having people play with my hair is one of the best feelings for me, I'm not sure why. Back to improving though, I've changed pronouns, I've been getting my nails done for going on two weeks now (getting them painted), and soon I'll get makeup. Everything was going great, until someone in one of my classes made a nasty comment and embarrassed me. It didn't surprise me because he was part of that group that does and says whatever they want and no one does anything about it. Then it clued in that growing up, that was the group I was in before I realized just exactly who I was. Now I can't get all the bad memories of all the insults they through around and the negative reputation that they've given trans people out of my mind. The hate is so string in this world. Even if someone wants to be happy, even if it doesn't concern them or affect them in any way possible, they always have something negative to say. I guess what I'm trying to say is, why does everyone stick to the mainstream ideals when they know it hurts people? I don't feel as bad as I normally do, but this is the stage where I know it's about to hit and my stomach will get really heavy and I just won't smile or do anything for weeks. I try to remain happy, but I just don't have control over this stuff anymore and I'm just confused and alone. I should mention that my friends are all on the other side of the country since I moved and I have two friends here. I can't even enjoy my music like I used to without me getting depressed and just wanting to sleep forever (not in a death kind of way, although the thought has crossed my mind multiple times). Is there anything else I can do to help make things better on my own? I can't see a therapist or do anything like that for a long time, so I guess I'm just looking for a scapegoat for all my feelings. Thanks for reading if you made it to this point,
Rachel