I'm lucky to have part-time work. With all the money I've been able to save, I'm just a little under $3,000 of the 5,900+ I'll need for top surgery with Dr. Garramone. I've been trying to get on testosterone, but no one will help me. I've dropped my therapist, because I felt led on by her, and things weren't really working out with her anymore.
I need top surgery badly. Binding is becoming dangerous and even more uncomfortable. I was going to try and apply to Jim Collins for a grant, but since my therapist wouldn't write a *supportive* letter for my surgery, I'm pretty much screwed. I've tried talking to my mum about my plans for surgery, since I intend on reserving a date as soon as I can afford it, but she brushes me off and says I'm thinking too far ahead. I don't have any other good things in life right now. I've cut myself off from my friends because of my depression and discomfort with the fact that they knew me before I started transition to treat my condition. All I do is work. I just... don't even know what to do aside from continue my work at this point.
I feel depressed and angry all the time. So very angry.
Some jerk totaled my car when I was on my way to work last week, and I almost lost it. I'm repressing so much frustration that I can't function beyond the simplest of tasks.
I left school and plan on finishing it in online courses because I've been harassed by teachers and students alike, and told that if I weren't so different, people would be nicer to me. I just can't take it anymore, I guess.
I dunno why I'm writing this, I guess I just need to let some stuff loose or whatever.