Yes! Multi-language greetings to everyone.
I've made on post in another of the forums. But I figured I should do a more formal greetings to everyone.
I stumbled upon this place during my recent bout with depression this week, and it really fits the bill. A place to have some support from people who can definately empathise.
I'll be 24 in June, born male. But when I really think back I can go quite a ways and realize I always sort of knew I should have been a girl. Though admittedly, I didn't necessarilly realize it at the time. It's lovely when you're young and boy and girl are just labels that mean next to nothing to you, because you don't know the difference! Other than some of the kids wear a dress when their parents make them, some never do.
I can think of a couple things that really made it obvious to me though. One was sex ed in late grade school. The stuff about what girls go through? There was a part of me freaking out because I just knew that should have been -me- too. And the knowledge it just, well, wasn't.
Then eighth grade, or thereabouts. After puberty started setting in? I started feeling it even more as I started to realize what biological and mental sex meant at a more intellectual level. I think that was when I started praying for god to turn me into a girl. Off and on at times. But I'm sure I've done so for years now. I realize it isn't happening, but there's always the forlorn hope. It's almost like habit now. Every night as I go to sleep. Even though I'm more agnostic than anything.
It pretty much went like that through high school. I never felt comfortable with myself. And dating... well, it didn't happen. It's hard when you're something akin to jealous of girls because they're something you're not. It really made me feel inferior. I was attracted, still am. But the problem persists. There's just too much respect there. As odd as that might sound. Respect for them being something I know I should be, but am not.
I didn't do much crossdressing - never really dared. Though I did try on my mothers' lingerie and a couple dresses - even her wedding gown once - when I was home alone. It wasn't a must do thing, but it was nice to pretend for a while when no one was around or even likely to be around for hours.
I played video games and read books a lot. Escapism being an important outlet for me. Books and games with female main characters always seemed to really draw me in. It was a way for me to 'be' female.
It wasn't until college, and in no small part thanks to a gaming message board I was on that I really even discovered much about transgender issues. By this time I was playing on online text based roleplaying games pretty much exclusively as a girl. And it was extremely liberating. This more than anything was a chance for me to be a girl. Even if it was a character constructed in my mind, everyone just assumed and treated me as such. I love it. I still do so. It's really my one true escape now.
Since moving to go to finish up college. I've started feeling it even more. This inner turmoil. It sucks.. I hate the body I'm in. I know it is wrong.
I've never been diagnosed with Gender Identity Disorder. I've never actually even gone to a therapist. However, I'm seriously considering changing that after my recent bout of depression about the whole thing.
As for the future. I've considered SRS, it has me worried though. Almost like it doesn't do enough. It's strange, as a guy? I really don't want to have kids. I wouldn't mind a girlfriend. But kids just don't seem to be a thing on the agenda. But getting SRS, and not even having the option? Well, as a girl I definately want to be able to bear children, be attracted to men, to have periods, the whole shebang (Yeah... I know most biological women probably think I'm nuts for wanting periods!). I've been hoping stemcell research may have found a way to make that possible... but it doesn't seem to be doing so. And as I'm getting older, I feel my clock ticking and wonder if it might be best to not hope for miracles - scientific or spiritual - and take the real option that is available. At least it is most of the things.
I've never mentioned this to anyone save a gay friend after he was outted to me in a way that really wasn't good (Someone said something they shouldn't have). It made the whole situation a bit less awkward for both of us. Needless to say? Family doesn't know - and I'm close to them. So this is a big step for me to be considering. Especially since I'm the only son...
As I've said, lately I've just been getting more bummed about it. Maybe it's partially related to my job and the fact I hate it and want to get back to school (I missed Grad School deadlines and have been having no luck trying to get an exception). As such, I finally decided I should try and talk to a therapist about this. See if I can discover myself. Hopefully it will help me overcome my depression and find a drive, and myself.
Wow... I really just poured it all out. I'm sure there's more. But I've been writing down thoughts off and on for a couple hours now and trying to make them coherent. So I think it is time to just post this.
So, errm... Hi!