Augh. I don't even know where to start.
7 months ago, when the doctor first prescribed me my hormones, I was positive. I had clarity. I looked back at my whole life..I saw the occasional cross dressing, the wistful acceptance that those clothes would never really fit me, and the disgust at myself for not just being normal. I saw a lifetime of fantasies, always ending the same way...with me as a woman. More than anything, I knew that it would only get worse. It would just get harder and harder and in the end I was going to transition; the only question was how many years I'd waste. I felt so free. I had a purpose. I was determined.
But 6 months ago, I didn't renew my prescription. I couldn't do it. I must have been crazy. How could I think I'd ever be able to be a woman? I'd never be a real woman. I'd never even be a believable woman. I was good at being a man. I knew how to be a man. What did I know about being a woman anyway? What did it even mean to be a woman? What is a woman? How is it any different from being a man? What's the difference anyway? Was I really supposed to turn my whole life upside down for long hair and lumps on my chest?
5 months ago, though, I was back on the hormones, and I was sure. I had to be sure. I couldn't keep bouncing back and forth. That's a great way to mess up your health and transition both, you know. So I was sure. And I was happy.
I was so sure, in fact, that 4 months ago, I came out of the closet. Trump won. I'd lived so long under the impression that I had a deep dark secret to hide, and then a couple of guys got elected who could not have agreed more. I couldn't deal with that. I let everyone know..I won't stand up for the people at risk because I stand with the people at risk. My friends, my family...they weren't perfect, but they were about as close as it comes. Almost completely, uniformly accepting and encouraging.
The world was great. My skin was softer (and drier). My eyes were bigger. I noticed that. So was my butt. I had a full A cup...almost a small B. My friends even told me how thick and full my hair was. I REGREW HAIR!!!
But then two months ago, I ran out of medicine. I had an appointment scheduled, but they wouldn't renew my prescription until I came in to get checked out...3 weeks later. It was a good thing though. I'd met someone. She didn't know. I wasn't full time. I wasn't even part-time, not really. I'd dress from time to time, mostly to gauge my progress, and then feel either elated or horrible, depending on how I thought I looked on that particular day. But she didn't know about any of that. And she was funny. And smart. And we connected. Work was my favorite place to go because we laughed the whole day. She was beautiful, too, but a girl like that? It doesn't even matter, her looks were the least pretty thing about her. And...
And holy crap! I sounded like I did in junior high. When was the last time I fell for a girl like that? High school? Oh God. The hormones. It's just the hormones, right? Couldn't trust it. Besides, why would she want me? She might like the guy she thinks I am, but she wouldn't want the girl I was trying to be. I got my prescription refilled, but I did it realizing that it's a lonely road I'm walking. Maybe there's an exception out there. I hope there is. I won't hold my breath.
So now. Where am I now? Right now, I feel like I can't do it. I feel like I'll never really be a woman. I feel like I'll only ever be pretending to be a woman, and isn't that dysphoria? I don't feel like I'm pretending to be a man. Everybody thinks I'm a man. Given a choice, I wouldn't choose to be a man, but I haven't been given a choice. If I go through with this, I don't think I'll ever really feel comfortable as a woman. I don't think I'll ever genuinely feel like that's what I am. I feel like I would be transitioning to trade one kind of dysphoria for another. And if the other isn't worse, it does come with a whole host of other problems. That's why I didn't take my pills yesterday.
Of course, today, I was so happy with the way I filled out my bra, I immediately downed my pills.
What am I doing?! I tried seeing a therapist, but it just wasn't helpful for me. At all.
Ugh.