The way I see it, I don't have anything to complain about ever.
I've got a lot of support from my mother!, from my organization, from friends...
Which is more than most people will ever get in their whole life, regardless of sexuality and/or gender expression/identity or anyting else like race, religion etc.
I feel... like I don't deserve... any of this support, how so many people out there do deserve this far more than I.
Mom started searching for e-therapists, seeing as the "local" gender specialist was 80 miles away.
If you ask me, a teenager [how unreliable and having poor judgement!], 120 miles, round trip, even ONCE a month is WAY too much. I wouldn't allow it. No matter how much I need it.
The gas money, and then the money for the appointment? Not a chance.
So, we found one, made the appointment and all that stuff.
I was stoked for WEEKS!!!
We made the appointment for the next day [yesterday] at one o'clock.
One rolled around and I was shaking, jittery, nervous, feeling sick [and the three cups of coffee did /not/ help haha]
I didn't know how to start the chat session we made appointment for.
I called the office and they said "we don't work with clients under 18. we refunded your money."
I hung up the phone and burst into tears.
Let's look at the day prior.
The administrator FINALLY wrote back with awesome news!
They wanted to have a meeting and get everything ready for me [how cool!! they accepted it!]
I cried.
I was watching Law and Order: SVU
Katherine Moennig was portraying an MtF.
I was angry at the things they were saying and doing to her.
I felt her pain. [It was a TEEVEE Show! And a Made up character!!]
I cried when she was put into a men's prision, and beat and raped.
I cried. [But when one of the adults at GLSEN confirmed (after I told him about my day) that he, too, had cried. I felt a bit relieved]
After I found out that my anatomically male older brother got his lip pierced, I was furious.
I soon realized that I was using his facial piercing as a scapegoat for me being jealous and angry because of just that.
He was anatomically correct, and I wasn't.
I cried.
Last night, after getting off the phone with this fabulous boy that I, of course being a teenager, have a crush on...
Well, see, he is a huge support, he worries about me and looks up to me, even though he has a two years on me [he too, is trans, but has no family support, and only a SMALL group of friends (me included) supporting him.] and he likes me back -heart explosion-
I cried. I don't know why... I've been so... weak.
I feel small, unimportant and unwanted, overwhelmed...
I need that therapy... and I have so many people helping me...
So even if I get it, I don't think I'll feel worthy enough.
I wish I could shake that feeling.
-sigh- I hate being a teenager.