For as long as I can remember, I've been detrimentally detached from reality; moreso in my adolescence than my early childhood. I had extremely unrealistic expectations of my abilities and the thoughts and actions of others, whether positive, negative or simply impossible. I spent as much time as humanly possible in my head, to the point that it hindered my ability to preform daily tasks. It's pretty apparent that it was largely a form of escapism - I was safe from gender dysphoria if I never had to actually face it. Obviously, I had no idea that dealing with reality was causing dysphoria or what that even was; I didn't even fully realize that I was distancing myself from it at all. I was vaguely aware, but I was really just trying to live in the least painful manner available, and that mostly meant not living.
The overwhelming majority of my life I was withdrawn from people and the outside world. I didn't go anywhere, I had few friends whom I rarely interacted with outside of school, no extracurricular activities, no after school job, little ambition or motivation in classwork and no attention span for anything. I never even had a curfew, I was so predictably shut in. I typically felt like I could never understand what was happening in virtually every situation, and was always on guard. I felt like I could never show any weakness and constantly diverted attention away from even minute flaws or misunderstandings. Honestly, it probably never worked very well, outside of making sure no one talked to me about them and that I never had to open up. Although this is not a very safe thing for a person who lived continually on the verge of suicide, I really doubt the people in my small-town, conservative christian community at the time could have actually helped me.
Because of gender dysphoria, I basically never got to experience growing up and have kind of been forced to shove it all into a year, and during a time with less freedom and more responsibility. Sometimes I'm bitter about missing that; it's reasonable to be frustrated by effectively missing 10-12 years of your life. I try not to dwell on it, though, and it can be fairly easy to distract myself with today and tomorrow.
Overall, transitioning has been a fairly interesting experience, and often because of the inflated expressions I feel many trans* people make of their own transitions. Starting testosterone, I didn't really know what to anticipate, I just knew I needed to get out of where I was and that was my best chance. I wanted to take it slowly, see how I reacted to the changes, and was entirely prepared to stop at any moment I felt the slightest discomfort at any of the changes. But things just feel normal now. Just normal. My chin scruff doesn't send me a-titter. My new muscles don't make me feel joy for the day. My deepened voice doesn't make things right with the world. But now I have some semblance of a will to live, I can look in the mirror and not feel wrong after looking away, I can actually take care of myself and keep up with my health, I can go outside and talk to people I don't know without needing to hide for days or even weeks afterwards. Things aren't great, they've just lost the obsession and anxiety and depression they used to have. In comparison, life is candy rainbow for me after my year and a half of hormone replacement therapy, but that's like comparing a lukewarm shower to drowning in an ocean of foamy diarrhea. It's magical when set next to the alternative, but it's still just a shower.
I won't ever, ever claim to know what transitioning is like, but I can empathize on the bitter feeling of missing large chunks of your life, deeply so. I have a very close friend who's been on testosterone shots for a few years now and he's living life on his terms as best as he can, to where he can finally face the world and not feel so isolated and despondent. Good to hear things are trending positively.
Missing out on all that time is pretty rough, but there's so much of the world to occupy yourself with, distractions can come with just a bit of effort. Watching shows about teenagers with teenage problems, though, augh, kinda jealous.
It's nice to hear of other transitions that are working out for the better ;u;
...Wow this strikes really close to home for me. I never considered that me being so withdrawn and having no will to live had anything to do with my gender dysphoria. Like, this gives me a lot to think about. Thank you very much for sharing.
It very well could be! By all means, I'm still a very reclusive and introverted person, but only until I transitioned did I become aware of just how much dysphoria exacerbated that. I do hope that you can overcome your own dysphoria and find peace, and I wish you the best with whatever directions you may go.
Thank you for sharing this! I just recently got started on my own magical T-journey and this resonates with me in quite a few ways. Best of luck with everything.
Hmm, as others have said, I appreciate you sharing some of your life. I'm not trans, I like the sex/gender I am, but I have to say I went through a hard few phases myself being gay and growing up in a similar small-town, conservative christian community... let alone my father being a preacher. So I have some idea of what it felt like for you. I suppressed a lot of who I was and hid it all in shame.
Here's to realizing the heart of our problems and finding reasons to be happy again. To function. To feel. You're a cool person. I'm happy for you.
Thanks a lot! Both situations hare a lot of similarities, as far as social problems go. I hope your troubles have gotten better since!
You're welcome! They have gotten better, thank you. I don't suppress myself anymore. I still let myself get anxious now and again, but I'm working on improving that. I have a fiance and my family knows about him. That came with its own problems, but it's better that I am open and not living in fear or making myself out to be someone I am not. The misery has been lifted.
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I'm glad things are better :3
Reading this tho, I realize I really, really need to take a shower.