Thanks, everyone. <3
It's a rude awakening because these are the people I was actually counting on to stick by me. My list of authentic supporters has dropped to zero.
It's not that they won't *graciously take time out of their days to entertain me... but they'll follow up with little remarks that indicate they think I'm finally cracking up because of my childhood. And there's a subtext that they thought I was stronger than that, and oh well, life breaks people in all kinds of ways.
It's so massively invalidating.
In some ways, it's worse than outright rejection. No one is kicking me to the curb--it's just endless, head-shaking looks of pity.
I can't realistically move until next year. But trying to maintain relationships with every single person I care about is like throwing myself through the grinder. I don't need to be guilted for transitioning. I don't think they even realize they're guilting me, but...
HOW COOL would it be to meet a complete stranger who just ACCEPTS me?? Or is even enthusiastic about me? Or would stand by my side?
Like letting me stay around despite how I've disappointed everyone is not the context I want to have human relationships in.
I wouldn't mind getting a pet right now, but having to move will complicate that, too.
I really wanted to talk to someone who knows me about changing my name. I can't talk to anyone about that. I have to do it completely alone, and that's heartbreaking. I've gone shopping all dressed up, but no one who knows me has seen me presenting as anything other than AFAB because just *mentioning* the dreaded trans is too much for them.
I would rather leave than be judged.
It is messing with my head to an extent. I wonder objectively if anyone at my work would even care? Maybe coming out would be a non-issue (I honestly think it would be a power move in the long term, because I would be happier, and my presentation would match my style of speaking). But I am knifed because the few people in my life that were really supposed to be my unbreakable pillars of support are unaccepting. All of them. So it makes me terrified to come out to anyone else, and I have burned the last of my psychic fuel reserves in shouldering everyone else's disappointment.
I'd rather start fresh with new people where I don't have to bear the burden of being this massive disappointment... and be constantly compared to the idea of a person I can never be.
I'll get through it. I have way too much to lose, now more than ever. But does this ever suck.
The year in my hometown is 1375.