RainAndSadness
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- Jun 12, 2018
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Some of you know I'm transgender and it's the main reason for my existence in this forum. And I have been trying to get better the last few weeks but it feels like an impossible goal to accomplish. I feel worse actually. I feel like I'm slowly spiraling down. And that's funny because I actually thought it couldn't get any worse 6 months ago, when I registered in this place. Guess I was wrong.
I have started my transition 2 years ago and I thought I had a big junk of it behind me already but I just recently realized that I just got started. I have so many appointments with different doctors in the upcoming few weeks and it feels very overwhelming to me. I feel like a hopelessly sick person. I know it's gonna be like that for the next 10 years years. Maybe longer, maybe it will last forever. Who knows. And I'm gonna feel that overwhelming emptiness and frustration within me and there is nothing I can do to change that. There is nothing I can do to reduce my suffering. My whole identity is currently under construction and I'm trying to build a new one with a new body, basically, from scrap. But it's not working out. I'm trying to somehow turn this rotten building into a temple but I don't feel like I can tackle that project anymore. I'm so exhausted I can't do anything but surrender to my gender dysphoria.
And I also think, as a trans person, recovery is almost impossible. Because that enormous distress is never going fully away. There is no cure for gender dysphoria, only treatment and you can't really influence the progress of said treatment either. You just have to wait and hope that you will feel better in the near future with no real perspective of reaching that state.
I've been talking to other people that are transitioning way longer than I am and it didn't get much better for many of them too. Why should I be the exception? I despise everything about myself and yeah, I can keep going, keep attending my appointments, keep struggling, keep hoping that it will somehow fix things magically in the future but there is no end in sight. It's like a dark tunnel and you hope you'll see the light soon but it may never appear. And it's very dark right now in that tunnel.
I was so naive when I started my transition 2 years ago. I thought it would be a matter of months until I would be able to finally accept myself but I was highly overestimating the effects of the treatment. I feel better than I did before but I'm not in a position to live a comfortable life. I'm suffering every day. I'm frustrated. I'm angry at myself. I'm socially isolated. I have no friends outside of this community. I'm lonely. And I'm living in poverty. I can't distract myself from the reality. What's the point? Why keep going? There is no reason to keep going. And I don't have the strength to go much further. I already pushed myself to the limit.
And I just recently found out that I can't even change my name and gender legally because I lack important papers from doctors (it would take another few months to get them) and that's very crushing to me. It was one of the few things that kept me going the last few months. Being recognized as my true gender and finally have a different name on my passport. It would feel great having a name that doesn't make me cringe every time I hear it. It might seem trivial to people that never felt gender dysphoria but for me it's a very essential key to my identity. And I don't want to be remembered as a male person that was given a male name at birth. It was one of the reasons why I delayed my exit, actually. Everything I need for my exit is ready, for quite a while now, all packed up in my bag. I just can go whenever I desire. But I wanted to leave and be remembered as a female person with the name I chose for myself. It looks like even that won't be possible for me. That little bit of salvation, even that is denied for me. I'm gonna die in this rotten, incomplete state and I'm gonna be remembered like that by friends and family. And that's the worst of all, knowing you'll live on in this abnormal, rotten state in other people. They can't even give me a break once I'm gone. You know. I would rather be forgotten than being remembered like this.
But yeah, tl;dr - there is no recovery. Only further suffering and desperation.
I have started my transition 2 years ago and I thought I had a big junk of it behind me already but I just recently realized that I just got started. I have so many appointments with different doctors in the upcoming few weeks and it feels very overwhelming to me. I feel like a hopelessly sick person. I know it's gonna be like that for the next 10 years years. Maybe longer, maybe it will last forever. Who knows. And I'm gonna feel that overwhelming emptiness and frustration within me and there is nothing I can do to change that. There is nothing I can do to reduce my suffering. My whole identity is currently under construction and I'm trying to build a new one with a new body, basically, from scrap. But it's not working out. I'm trying to somehow turn this rotten building into a temple but I don't feel like I can tackle that project anymore. I'm so exhausted I can't do anything but surrender to my gender dysphoria.
And I also think, as a trans person, recovery is almost impossible. Because that enormous distress is never going fully away. There is no cure for gender dysphoria, only treatment and you can't really influence the progress of said treatment either. You just have to wait and hope that you will feel better in the near future with no real perspective of reaching that state.
I've been talking to other people that are transitioning way longer than I am and it didn't get much better for many of them too. Why should I be the exception? I despise everything about myself and yeah, I can keep going, keep attending my appointments, keep struggling, keep hoping that it will somehow fix things magically in the future but there is no end in sight. It's like a dark tunnel and you hope you'll see the light soon but it may never appear. And it's very dark right now in that tunnel.
I was so naive when I started my transition 2 years ago. I thought it would be a matter of months until I would be able to finally accept myself but I was highly overestimating the effects of the treatment. I feel better than I did before but I'm not in a position to live a comfortable life. I'm suffering every day. I'm frustrated. I'm angry at myself. I'm socially isolated. I have no friends outside of this community. I'm lonely. And I'm living in poverty. I can't distract myself from the reality. What's the point? Why keep going? There is no reason to keep going. And I don't have the strength to go much further. I already pushed myself to the limit.
And I just recently found out that I can't even change my name and gender legally because I lack important papers from doctors (it would take another few months to get them) and that's very crushing to me. It was one of the few things that kept me going the last few months. Being recognized as my true gender and finally have a different name on my passport. It would feel great having a name that doesn't make me cringe every time I hear it. It might seem trivial to people that never felt gender dysphoria but for me it's a very essential key to my identity. And I don't want to be remembered as a male person that was given a male name at birth. It was one of the reasons why I delayed my exit, actually. Everything I need for my exit is ready, for quite a while now, all packed up in my bag. I just can go whenever I desire. But I wanted to leave and be remembered as a female person with the name I chose for myself. It looks like even that won't be possible for me. That little bit of salvation, even that is denied for me. I'm gonna die in this rotten, incomplete state and I'm gonna be remembered like that by friends and family. And that's the worst of all, knowing you'll live on in this abnormal, rotten state in other people. They can't even give me a break once I'm gone. You know. I would rather be forgotten than being remembered like this.
But yeah, tl;dr - there is no recovery. Only further suffering and desperation.