hmmm... I developed a coping strategy by purposely not recognising gender until eventually that is all I saw, people. If gender is a social construct then I wasn't going to allow it to define who I was and thus I ignored it. The strategy worked to a certain degree... it didn't stop me going to sleep in the hope that I would wake up female but it allowed me to get on with my life.
But the pressure got too much and everything exploded last week. I've spent the last week thinking about it. I keep trying to convince myself that I am non-binary and can escape this feeling but that's not being honest with myself.
So I don't think that the male is trying to drown out the female in me right now. I think that the social scientist in me is trying to reason a way in which to cope with my feelings by rationalising away both the male and female.
But the two biggest things holding me back are fear of society and fear of losing my daughter. But in the past and still now there is the fear of not passing, the fear of being ugly... the fear of looking like a bloke in drag instead of a natural woman. It is scary and the only thing that is keeping me on this road instead of trying to hide again is that what happened last weekend was even more scary and everything I've read suggests that if I don't start dealing with this properly then the next time something like that happens it is going to be much worse.
I can rationalise it all I like in my brain but my chemistry and subconscious is rejecting it.
AND... yes! It is getting in the way of my life. But what is my life? A failing marriage, a beautiful daughter who wishes she was dead and is on a waiting list to see a child psychologist, no job, renting my home in the private sector, no pension plan, no insurance, no money, loads of qualifications that mean nothing, in my forties with no prospects, and over £28k in student debt. I have to ask myself, if I had transitioned in my teens/early 20s would I be the loser I am now?