I'm having a hard time of it lately. Right now at this particular moment in time. I can't sleep because to many things are whirling around in my head.
I might as well start with my partner. He says he is there for me and wants me to come to him with my problems but he doesn't mean it. Whenever I bring up something critical to my well-being, top surgery, he loses it. He says not for another 2 years if that can we even start thinking about it. I can't be like this for another 2 years! The very thought is absurd. I've been on hormones for 2 years and we both agree my chest is a deformed mess. I can barely handle it on a day to day basis and he wants me to wait. The problem is here, he works and I stay home with the kids. We can't afford daycare for them so I'm not able to get a job. So I'm dependent on him and I hate it so much. We have a lot of debt, it's true but he makes over $100,000 a year. With high bonuses and any one of those could pay for my entire surgery and recovery. I try to tell him that I willing to cut corners and stick to a lower budget but he doesn't believe me. Just outright doesn't believe me. He throws up old numbers and overspending that was both accidental then and unchangeable now. I feel like he's the parent and I'm the spoiled rotten child asking for something he thinks I don't really need. Then I'm suppose to see him as a sex partner and equal companion when this is how he treats me? Not likely. He accuses me of being selfish by pointing out how much he has given up for me the past couple of years. I know my whole transition has been a pain in the ass for everyone, including me. I'm sorry about that but it wasn't my choice all of this had to happen. I'm sorry I'm such an f-ing burden on the world. Sometimes I think this whole thing isn't worth it. Perhaps I am asking for to much when I ask for what I need. I just need to much but I can't stop needing what I need.
On top of that I'm having a really hard time making friends. People say they are my friends, I suppose, but my idea of a friend is a shoulder to cry on. I really don't have that. You know what, I've never had that. The only shoulder I've ever had to cry on is my own. I'm tired of that, so very tired of it. I need someone there when I reach out but there isn't anyone there. The funny thing is, people looking at me from the outside probably thinks I have a lot of friends. I hang around with a lot of people and talk too plenty on line but it doesn't go beyond surface. I'm sure that's my fault. I don't volunteer much of myself at all to anyone. Fact is, I have a very small ego / sense of self. I have to protect it with everything I have so it doesn't get snuffed out. Some people say you can talk to them about anything but the second you do, you just become a burden. An awkward situation arises which traps everyone. I have a hard time advocating anyways and trying to present my feelings to someone when I feel like I'm bothering them just doesn't end well. I end up apologizing and basically running away.
A girl I know told me that I act self conscious in front of other people. Then a guy I know told me that he has a hard time talking to me. He feels like we don't quite understand each other. As if we are speaking two different languages. I'm pretty sure I know why he would think that. I can't quite vibe into the guy friendship thing. I can't get kinda close just by imitation but actually making that connection has proven very difficult. It pisses me off, really, but maybe I'll never be able to leap that gap. It comes down to a question of trust and I can't trust to say my life, ever. Not with myself, my inner self. Honestly I can't even access it when I'm around other people. My part of the brain that controls it just shuts down.
On top of everything else, or maybe just mixed in with the rest of it I've been failing at what I'm trying to do. I do live action role play and I enjoy it, or use too. When you LARP you need a storyteller to guide the story along and handle the cards which directs the conflicts and so on. You basically plan a story around the actions of the players. It can be hard work because the players try to fight you every step of the way. Of course that's the point of the game is for them to solve the mystery you, the storyteller, is trying to hide. Some storytellers are better at this pressure then others and someone like me who is working on their miniscule assertive skills it's difficult. However if there is no storyteller, then is no story and if there is no story there is no game. So when no one else volunteered to story tell in a certain place I volunteered. I put a lot into the story. These things normally take days or even weeks to plan. I spent hours and hours on it trying to make it fun. I spent quite a bit of money I don't have making sure everything looked nice and people would have a good time. Then I did my very best but it was hard when everything moves so fast and I'm struggling with social anxiety as bad as I am. I had a few people say they had fun and seem to me it. I had a few others who seemed to have fun. I thought it went pretty well and while it wasn't perfect I can accept that I am still learning. Then there was the Facebook post. Which I found because it was on freaking Facebook. A girl, who has always been nice to my face, called me incompetent and named me by name. The way she said it was so casual as if that was everyone's opinion and this was just my first time hearing about it. Of course I have no proof of that, only that she said it. It really hurt and it still does. After all of that effort and this is what I get. Another guy did come on and say, in response, that he thought I did a good job considering. About a week after that one of the leaders of our club found the post and sent a message to everyone saying that such talk is not in the spirit of the club, blah blah and needs to stop. That doesn't stop me from thinking that everyone has judged me incompetent and there is nothing I can do to change that.
About 3 o'clock this morning I realized I have to story tell again this Saturday. I don't know if I can do it now, after all. The problem is, if I don't, who is going too? There are going to be something like 25 people showing up, perhaps and paying $10 each and I'm just suppose to desert them? But I don't have the confidence right now to do it. I don't know what to do. So all of this is weighing on me. I feel like an elephant is sitting on my chest and no one cares. I keep on picturing slitting my throat even though I know that's not a good idea. It just seems so attractive to be done with it all. I'm such a failure at everything. I don't even know any more.