Yeah, I can relate. Even with a binder on, unless it looks flat enough to my liking, I get dysphoric. With the binder I have it's hard to get it tight enough to my liking without having someone to hold part of my binder while I spin to get it tighter...well...if no one is there, I literally stand and mess with my junk until it looks ok...and when I ask people other than my roommate to help me bind it tighter, they laugh at me and tell me my chest is fine but I want to scream NO, ITS NOT! It's not fine. My chesticles don't belong there.