I really doubt that there hasn't been anyone here who hasn't had the nightmarish experiences that seem to go along with being Androgyne.
We are a group of self hating, depressed and suicidal people. We get ->-bleeped-<- from anyone who thinks only in terms of binary, including Transgenders themselves.
We are caught in the middle of our own rage at not being who we really think and feel we are. Our diet of self loathing has no bounds, it can go forever if we let it.
We can become that final last person who you can't even say 'things could be worse', because they can't. It's not that the glass is half empty, it is fricken empty.
There are days that tears just stream down our faces without control, for reasons we don't even know why, let alone understand. Can you scream into a pillow any louder? Have you ever beat your forehead with your fists until either your forehead or your fists gave up, but you still wanted to do it? Do you look into the mirror and despise the person you see? Do you even wonder if that is really you or you're just so ->-bleeped-<-ed up in the head that you just think you do?
I've spent 5 hours on a table with nurses and doctors screaming into my face to hang in there, slapped to wake me up again, hear my monitor flatline, only to come back to the screaming in my face. Then spending an hour being medi-vac'd to the only hospital equipped to deal with me in long term IC.
I was brought back again another time, and spent most of my time in isolation because I beat on the staff any any given chance. Because I hated them all, I hated all of you, I hated myself more than I hated you, but I wanted you to die mother->-bleeped-<-er first, just so I could look at the horror of death on you face.
I did this for seven years, on and off, out of over 50 of them. Do you want to hear about all the friends and things I've learned in those years? All the joyous times, the times I cried because I was so happy and felt at peace for a while? The not so bad and not so down days? The days that just rolled on by with nothing significant to talk about? Do you want to here about the hair raising stunts that should of killed me, but didn't cause I just knew I could do it?
Nobody here has had a fun journey without the nightmares either. We're not gifted that way. That's not how it works for anybody. For some it's not so extreme. For others, it's more so. You have to be able to look back and instead of the glass being empty, it's just a glass with water in it. Doesn't matter if it's half empty or half full, that's always a debatable point, but you can't deny that it is indeed a glass with water in it. And your life is the same. You can't deny that you are not the only one.
And that's why we come here. to prop up or be propped up, somedays it's both. That's the way it is and it's going to be.
I can promise you this,... that there is always someone here who feels for you, and will help you if they can. There will always be a shoulder to cry on if you want one. But most importantly of all things, we will try as a group when we can, to help you through the nightmares. But ya gotta say something better than some of you have fun and others have a nightmare. It just isn't so. What a Long Strange Trip it's going to be.
You're sick of hanging around, you'd like to travel
Get tired of travelling you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying
Get out of the door, light out and look all around
Sometimes the lights all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it's been
Truckin' I'm a going home
Whoa, whoa, baby, back where I belong
Back home, sit down and patch my bones
And get back truckin' on
Grateful Dead