I'm reaching my lowest low. Sitting here feeling like crying because my chest is sore as hell and itches under the bandages and although I'm looking more male these days, everything else is taking its toll.
At work, they're giving me bull about how I have to wear my legal name on my name tag (which I think is a load of ->-bleeped-<-, the owner is out to kill me evidently) and I started a new job where I mentioned nothing about my being FtM. My mind would think that it's obvious, but society is largely ignorant to transsexualism and to most anybody who had no knowledge, I would appear to be an extreme butch lesbian, which is not what I'm going for. I feel like a selfish bastard for putting my work, family, friends through this "Don't call me 'legal name' call me Matt" thing. Some laugh, some think its a phase, some understand but are powerless, and some I find to be transphobic. My mom denies everything and continues to call me by my legal name in public and in private, more to break me down than anything. Two managers at work and some coworkers at my current job understand but are powerless compared to the owner who is the one saying I have to wear my legal name tag. Beyond the kind words of understand I believe they just think I'm a selfish bastard who is playing a game and is causing upheaval everywhere I turn.
My chest hurts so bad its insane. It itches like hell. Yet I can't unbind for longer than it takes to change bandages and wash up cause it hurts too much to look in the mirror, or even feel them against my body. My mom smirks at the sight of my being unbound and of course I don't go in public like that, since I am living full time as a male and just walking around in my own house unbound, no one home, feels wrong and distressing. I can't take this. I look in the mirror and my arse is huge. Maybe not huge, but too female. I put on compression shorts but it still reveals itself as another part of me I disassociate with. My peach fuzz is darkening and I have light but fuzzy sideburns and I love it, its all I ever dreamed of but I still feel..dead. Like its too good to be true. Perhaps because all my legal documents still read "F". I almost can't type that, it hurts so bad. I'm pathetic.
Why can't I quit this act they think I'm putting on and be the person they want me to be. But I can't. I can't wear my legal name tag, they don't understand how it hurts. Its gotten so severe to hear me being referred to as female or even knowing in my mind that they know my legal name, I want to slice off my breasts and carve "BOY" into my arm. Thinking maybe they'd believe me then. The pain of this life is only getting worse and I can't stop it. This is my only place to turn where I have a chance at being understood, rather than a pet on the head and a "silly girl". I'M NOT A GIRL.
This hurts, too much. A name is a name but for some reason I'm not having a great time of shaking it off. Help me out guys..

I plain don't want to live anymore. I want to self destruct until my own reflection is beyond recognition and drive myself to the edge of sanity, just so I'm not aware of this for a moment.
/end pathetic rant
Matt