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aprincessclara
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- Apr 15, 2019
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I'm a 21 year old transwoman who is transitioning medically and socially. 2 years of Estrogen has done a lot, but I still feel dissociation and dysphoria all the time, the mirror and photos still hurt me, I don't see myself, just a more feminine version of my old self. I still have hair allover my body and little breast growth, and I'm a long way off being able to afford surgeries.
I don't feel like I have the energy to do anything. I find it a struggle to shower or even get dressed some days, all I can do is sit still and do nothing. I just feel shame being in this body and being myself. I find it hard to watch TV, I just feel intense wistfulness seeing beautiful women I feel I can never look like.
The only worthwhile existence for me is a cis life. I see men and beautiful women interacting on TV and it hurts so much. I just want to be normal.
So often I compliment pretty girls who I wish I could look like while feeling like a monster that can never be cute.
It hurts so much to know I would've been beautiful and that I wouldn't even look like this if I had been born physically female. My sister is beautiful and I would've looked like her if I hadn't been disfigured by my male puberty.
I stealth pretty well but that might be because I'm living in a pro-lgbt bubble. My friends are mainly cis, who don't know i'm trans, but I'm still not fully transitioned, so things get extremely awkward when I'm around them and it's like I'm having to hide myself. I have to constantly strain my voice to try to sound female or make excuses not to go into changing rooms with them because I don't want them to find out. And it's because of dysphoria getting in the way of me seeing them we've now drifted apart :(
And it's because of this body that I'm so lonely. I've spent so much of my life trying to act a role I couldn't get out of, wearing a costume I couldn't take off, not having a female childhood, spending years and years in suppression and denial, having to watch girls go through the changes I yearned while I went through a freak show, being bullied and harassed constantly and being damaged by male socialisation where I feel unable to communicate in a female way.
I was forced to go to a religious school, so it was impossible to come out at 13 when I figured out I was trans. I feel like I should've died then and there as an act of mercy. This is not something I would wish on my worst enemy.
I feel like I want to be like the girls who bullied me, I feel like I value their approval the most, I feel like I would've been friends with them if I hadn't been born a freak.
Even now though I look completely different, I feel like they've worked out who I am and are treating me like the same train wreck I was trying to conform as.
My teddy bear is still my best friend. I've talked to him ever since I was 7 and now I bring him with me allover the house kissing him and pressing him against my face all the time. I feel so pathetic, like a retarded animal that should be put out of it's misery.
I know I'm not worthless, but I'm still a lonely product of suffering.
Some days I just want to curl up and rot to death - I just wish I had never been born. I wish I could've been born as someone else, someone cis, and never have to know what it's like to be trans.
I came on here because I'm tired of my situation being sugarcoated by the cheesy delusions of creeps and losers in the trans community, or the anti-suicide rhetoric of the trans community in general, pushing the tragic life of a non-passing trans activist as being worthwhile.
I feel sometimes like there's hope, people always tell me how feminine I look and I seem to stealth even with the dysphoria my chin and forehead is causing me. Maybe if I have ffs I'll finally stop having dysphoria and feel like I look like myself.
The lack of a female childhood and female reproductive functions feels like something I can evade if I can find a man and my sister is willing to donate an egg or we adopt. I wouldn't be able to go through getting pregnant but at least I'd then be in the same boat as all the other women who can't give birth.
I've made progress but at cost of being treated like I'm diminished zoo animal that's had to jump through hoops to convince the medical establishment I am who I say I am and not Buffalo Bill.
And even though things are getting better on paper, I'm somehow feeling more and more fucking hopeless.
Seeing the real side of the coin, I would rather kill myself than detransition, but if I can't live as the woman I picture myself to look like even after extensive facial surgery, then suicide is the only option.
I literally feel praying on fairy tale land is my only hope.
I don't feel like I have the energy to do anything. I find it a struggle to shower or even get dressed some days, all I can do is sit still and do nothing. I just feel shame being in this body and being myself. I find it hard to watch TV, I just feel intense wistfulness seeing beautiful women I feel I can never look like.
The only worthwhile existence for me is a cis life. I see men and beautiful women interacting on TV and it hurts so much. I just want to be normal.
So often I compliment pretty girls who I wish I could look like while feeling like a monster that can never be cute.
It hurts so much to know I would've been beautiful and that I wouldn't even look like this if I had been born physically female. My sister is beautiful and I would've looked like her if I hadn't been disfigured by my male puberty.
I stealth pretty well but that might be because I'm living in a pro-lgbt bubble. My friends are mainly cis, who don't know i'm trans, but I'm still not fully transitioned, so things get extremely awkward when I'm around them and it's like I'm having to hide myself. I have to constantly strain my voice to try to sound female or make excuses not to go into changing rooms with them because I don't want them to find out. And it's because of dysphoria getting in the way of me seeing them we've now drifted apart :(
And it's because of this body that I'm so lonely. I've spent so much of my life trying to act a role I couldn't get out of, wearing a costume I couldn't take off, not having a female childhood, spending years and years in suppression and denial, having to watch girls go through the changes I yearned while I went through a freak show, being bullied and harassed constantly and being damaged by male socialisation where I feel unable to communicate in a female way.
I was forced to go to a religious school, so it was impossible to come out at 13 when I figured out I was trans. I feel like I should've died then and there as an act of mercy. This is not something I would wish on my worst enemy.
I feel like I want to be like the girls who bullied me, I feel like I value their approval the most, I feel like I would've been friends with them if I hadn't been born a freak.
Even now though I look completely different, I feel like they've worked out who I am and are treating me like the same train wreck I was trying to conform as.
My teddy bear is still my best friend. I've talked to him ever since I was 7 and now I bring him with me allover the house kissing him and pressing him against my face all the time. I feel so pathetic, like a retarded animal that should be put out of it's misery.
I know I'm not worthless, but I'm still a lonely product of suffering.
Some days I just want to curl up and rot to death - I just wish I had never been born. I wish I could've been born as someone else, someone cis, and never have to know what it's like to be trans.
I came on here because I'm tired of my situation being sugarcoated by the cheesy delusions of creeps and losers in the trans community, or the anti-suicide rhetoric of the trans community in general, pushing the tragic life of a non-passing trans activist as being worthwhile.
I feel sometimes like there's hope, people always tell me how feminine I look and I seem to stealth even with the dysphoria my chin and forehead is causing me. Maybe if I have ffs I'll finally stop having dysphoria and feel like I look like myself.
The lack of a female childhood and female reproductive functions feels like something I can evade if I can find a man and my sister is willing to donate an egg or we adopt. I wouldn't be able to go through getting pregnant but at least I'd then be in the same boat as all the other women who can't give birth.
I've made progress but at cost of being treated like I'm diminished zoo animal that's had to jump through hoops to convince the medical establishment I am who I say I am and not Buffalo Bill.
And even though things are getting better on paper, I'm somehow feeling more and more fucking hopeless.
Seeing the real side of the coin, I would rather kill myself than detransition, but if I can't live as the woman I picture myself to look like even after extensive facial surgery, then suicide is the only option.
I literally feel praying on fairy tale land is my only hope.
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