I'm sorry to bother you all. (Plus, English is not my first language and I'm sorry if my sentences are awkward)
I usually talk on another forum but I guess I didn't want to worry people there because I know a lot of them irl and, well, you know. Sometimes it's better to talk to strangers because you don't want your friends to see that you're having a bad day. And you feel like you shouldn't complain when there's so much worse (my situation isn't desperate or anything.)
I'm AFAB. I guess I felt agender, free and happy during my childhood. After puberty I was quite lost. I knew I didn't fit in, but why ? I struggled for a long time with my identity. I didn't understand. I desperately tried to be a girl for many years. I've always have a lot of girl friends so I learnt from them : make up, clothes, how to talk, how to behave, how to flirt. It was like playing a game. I liked it. It was fun. I've always been soft and gentle, so I didn't feel forced when I demonstrated my "feminine side", it came quite naturally. I liked boys and I was considered "pretty" so I had no problems finding boyfriends. I had some body dysphoria but I handled it for the sake of adventure.
At the same time, I knew I was lying all the time. I knew this was a role, except life was the theater.
It took me many years to understand who I was and I finally came out as a guy 4 years ago at the age of 28.
I felt like a coward hiding behind a girl's appearance. It didn't bother me for a long time, but in the end, it exhausted me to play the perfect lady in society and I didn't want to lie anymore. I wanted to live honestly.
I was in an established relationship for many years. He knew how I felt about myself (I always told him honestly about my state of mind) even if the "trans" word had never been said by ignorance. It was a bit difficult in the beginning when I decided to transition, but my partner, family and friends were all supportive of my transition, and I feel very lucky about that.
The thing is... it's complicated. I'm complicated.
I'm pretty genderfluid (I identified as bigender for a long time) but I feel I'm more on the masculine side of the spectrum. Still, I like androgyny. I never wanted to have a big beard and a lot of muscles. I love having long hair (it's dark, thick and wavy), I love wearing make up from time to time, I can rock high heels. I don't like to be "seen" in my day to day life, I'm more the quiet type who listens to others, but I can be pretty extravagant and fabulous from time to time.
I took Testosterone for 1 year, I had mastectomy. My voice changed, but I got no facial hair. I like myself this way. I stopped T because I was loosing touch with my empathic side, that is important for me, and because I was beginning to loose too much hair (it was awful, but it's allright now).
I want to change my papers, I'm sure of that. I want to get this little M on my passport.
The thing is... I'm a guy for my partner, family and friends, but I don't pass.
I'm small, thin, I have a delicate face, long hair. People misgender me all the time. Then they look at me with a confused look because of my voice. I'm pretty sure a lot of people think I'm mtf. It's ok most of the time, but sometimes, it hurts being call "miss" when I'm just casual and then I think : what am I doing wrong ? But I'm not doing anything. I'm just being me. It's been 4 years since my coming out and I know this is going to be my life. No cispassing. Confused people. Explaining all the time. I could take T again, but I really like myself this way, I don't want to get a beard or a hairy chest for the sake of <not allowed> passing when I don't like beards and hairy chests (my partner has long hair too and he shaves). When I look in the mirror, I see a guy. Ok, I'm not the expression of ultimate virility, but I don't know what's the problem with people. I feel honest the way I am, it's just that it's socially awkward as hell. I used to work easily, now it has become so complicated. It's been one year without a job. And I'm frightened to apply to a new one because my papers are still F and it has become so difficult to explain the situation all over again on job interviews.
Sometimes I feel so tired. I've never done anything so difficult. I mean I've done many things in my life, I've been travelling in many countries, worked different jobs, I'm passionate about helping people... but I'm stucked with the sensation that I can't help myself and I feel so lame.
I can't even say I wish I was born a cisboy, I bet I would have made a transition all the same.
It was so easy for me to adapt as a girl even if I wasn't one. I have no doubt about my identity but feel I'm a failure as a guy and I'm ashamed of that. It's not comfortable. Not at all. But you know, honesty. And I can't go back, never, I can't pretend being a girl again, but being a guy with a pretty face, and so visibly gay when I'm not misgendred ? God. It's hard. I mean I talk with my hands, and I walk gracefully...this kind of things. But I've been protected of homophobia for so long because people thought I was a girl and now, I feel so fragile confronted to people's reactions.
I hate myself for being ashamed. Really, what's my problem ? Why do I have to be so hard on myself ? I wish I were different. And at the same time, I don't want to be different. I don't want to act or talk "to pass", what is "passing" anyway. I don't want to act or talk "hetero", I'm not. I'm a guy and I'm tired to be sorry because I'm freaking beautiful. I know, this is arrogant. But I could just spend my life saying sorry because of my face and people wouldn't be happy anyway. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I learned how to be delicate, gentle and ladylike. I'm sorry I love my hair so much I would sacrifice anything to keep them this way. I'm sorry I prefer bleeding every month, even with all the dysphoria it gives me, than loosing my emotions because I feel like a zombie without them. I'm sorry I don't make a decent guy in the eyes of society but I'm still one so what am I doing with that ?
Sometimes I'm angry. And sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it hurts so much that I wish I could just fall asleep and not wake up anymore and then I feel guilty for thinking that because there are so much people who love me and I react like a whiny bitch. I shouldn't complain like that. Shame on me. But it is hard and the pain is real. I know that I must learn not to care about what people think. I was like that before. But with the transition, with honesty, it's like I lost all my defenses, all the tricks I used to protect myself. I feel naked. It's frightening. I'm myself and I still don't fit in. I never will. I should be proud but I'm terrified. I feel like I'm doomed to walk naked in front of people without blinking an eye. Naked with no cock walking in cisland, good luck with that. I feel like I'm not going to survive for long (Can I at least have my heels please ? and some make up ?)
Guys, what if I'm not strong enough to do that ?
Moderator edited - Use of language.