I was already afraid to post this, because I didn't want people to chew me out, or call my journey invalid, and now I'm really debating it, but I really just need some genuine outlooks.
The question at hand: Am I actually trans, or am I just unhappy and applying social construct gender roles to normal disphoriya?
Yes - only I know the answer to this. Yes - This is a question for my therapist.
But I really just need some unbiased opinions and support with this until I can manage to get back to my therapist, which is something I've had to neglect due to money issues and just being too damn busy, due to the time of year.
This is going to be long, so buckle in. Will post TL;DR at bottom.
I didn't just KNOW something was off all of my life, I started getting confusion around the time I was 16, and at the time, didn't even know the word Transgender let alone that it was a thing, I just thought about how I wanted to have a penis, and be a man instead of stupid girl. I felt like it would be right, and life would be easier, but that was a bass akwards point of view, but it's just what was in my 16 year old head. I never acted on it.
I continued to have spurts of this on and off, until now...Now I'm 24 years old, 4 months on T and I'm doing the same thing I've done every time before. I get masculine for a while, I see old pictures, I remember that I was pretty, and I wonder what happened, and then I long to be like that again.
I just have no idea what's going on inside of me. Obviously there's a part of me deep down that's unhappy with my gender, but I'm unhappy whether I'm presenting female or male, I don't like the way I look, I don't like the way I am, I feel like I have to be over masculine or over feminine to be one or the other and I can't just find my balance.
Honestly, life would be a lot easier if I could just find happiness as a female, not transition, and just live my life with my odd ball balance of femme and masculine traits, but there's just the old fashion breeding in my that I have to be one or the other.
Maybe I'm not meant to be one or the other, maybe I'm just meant to be me? And I don't mean fluid or non-binary, I mean, me...Who I was born as, but just maybe find some androgynous style that suits me and helps me get out all of my femme and masculine at the same time, all the time, and just be ME.
Not trying to be one or the other, not trying to fit any kind of mold, just me.
I already talked to my girlfriend, who as a cis female can only weigh in so much, but is a nice unbiased source of honest advice, and we already talked through the following.
It's not due to my results - I actually am having very GOOD results, visible facial hair and all. So it's not that transitioning is going too slowly, which obviously it's different for everyone and takes patience and time. So it's not that.
Fear of letting go and change - I've always been a sentimental person. Maybe looking at old pictures, I'm just scared to let go? Scared that there will be no going back if I do change my mind?
It's obviously better to stop transitioning early on, if you have any doubts. And I could always go back to transitioning later. So maybe it just isn't the right time for me? Or maybe I'm just nervous and scared about all the change?
Last but not least, and I just want everyone to know that this is MY personal feeling, this is MY journey, and this in no way shape or form is me demeaning or invalidating anyone else....
Obviously my feelings of being a trans individual are valid...They were valid enough for me to seek help and start transitioning. But as I return to the topic at hand. Am I actually trans, or am I just unhappy and applying social construct gender roles to normal disphoriya?
As I stated, I can't seem to find happiness as a female or male.
My male "phases" for lack of a better word, the time that I feel masculine and begin to dress, and act and present that way, before doing ALL of this crap, and returning back to being cutesy, girly, girly - Always seem to be sparked around the time that something hard, depressing, life changing, or stressful happens.
I have this thing, that I've always done, and really had to think about to deduce, that when crazy stuff goes on and I feel like my life and everything around me is out of control...I change something. I get a piercing, I get a tattoo, I change my hair, I clean, I rearrange, I redecorate, etc, the list goes on and on...And I do this, because this is a thing I can CONTROL.
My life has been my own little slice of hell, emotionally, this past year, starting about exactly a year ago.
Everything seems great. I moved to a new state. Lived with someone I loved. Had a nice job.....Well, he wasn't happy anymore. I moved away from the only place I'd ever known, all of my family and friends, because we wanted to be closer to each other and be together, and he tosses me aside like chopped liver.
He kept me on with false hope that maybe things could be mended, but kept me at arms length, pulling every string of hope in my being. Then he got more and more distant, we were technically broken up, but the words were never said....He stayed until February, in our one bedroom apartment, where we had to share everything, until he left. He left, and he took my dog.
I struggled monetarily, because I was not prepared to be alone, and I didn't make enough money to live alone in a big city like this. I thought I was going to have to move back to Alabama...Worse so, back home with my parents. As an overachieving perfectionist who hates accepting help, that would have CRUSHED me, but I was going to do it, because it was my only option.
Work gave me a raise because I informed them that I wouldn't be able to stay, and even with the raise I have had struggle after struggle. This bill being raised here, car breaking down there, losing my insurance and getting extremely sick twice (a UTI so bad they thought I had kidney stones, and Pneumonia that would have hospitalized me if I hadn't been treated when I was) of the course of not having it all, dog having to go to the emergency vet (I got her back, btw, because he had to move back to MY home state [IRONY] and the apartment was strictly no pets allow [MORE IRONY - THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR TAKING MY DOG!]) and just one thing after the other.
I am in a new relationship with someone who loves me very dearly, and I have my dog back, but my aunt passed away tragically and unexpectedly, something our family is not built to deal with, a month after her my grandmother's aunt, and after that, my great grandmother, the latter of whom's funeral I did not even get to attend because all of my vacation and sick time was used as I spent a week in Alabama, waiting for my aunt and her unborn son to be transported back to us all the way from Montana.
I am not invalidating myself, because obviously the feelings are there, but I'm just wondering if maybe I don't know myself like I thought. Maybe I am misconceiving my own feelings in an attempt to gain something that vaguely resembles control.
Every time I get ready to transition, or in this instance actually starting to transition, I always go back to how I was.
I am so confused. I just want to be me, and I just want to be happy, and I just want to figure out what it is that will get me to that place.
TL;DR
I'm confused. I'm not happy female. I'm not happy male. I just want to be happy and know who the hell I am.