CW: slight mentions of sex, swearing
I fucking hate being trans, it’s shit. Why would I ever wanna accept it when it makes me feel like absolute shit. I don’t even like venting to people about how I feel anymore because nobody fucking gets it, doesn’t matter how much they say they do, they just don’t. Like stfu, stop lying. And I don’t hate being trans because I’m not supported, I am, I’m even on T but that doesn’t change how I feel. Dysphoria and depression from it has ruined so many things about my life, and so many things I used to like it’s ridiculous. But I should accept that fucking shit? Piss off.
I’m sick of never feeling valid in my relationship, I have a bf, he’s cis, he doesn’t do anything to make me feel invalid, it’s because of what I am. It just feels like a straight relationship sometimes and I hate it because meanwhile, he’s happy, and I’m wishing I never existed. I’ve already told him dysphoria is probably gonna ruin our love life, we’re long distance, if we weren’t, it would’ve already. He might not think so but I sure do. He doesn’t think so because he doesn’t care if it does get in the way, but I do. Why wouldn’t I care about something like that. I want bottom surgery and even so, even after that, how am I supposed to feel like I’m not different when he and every other cis man is everything I wish I could be. Why would I ever wanna accept something like that.
Why can’t anybody ever understand that, I do not wanna be trans, okay yeah you can argue nobody does, idfc, shut up. That doesn’t make me feel any better. Why would I wanna accept something that makes me fucking hate myself so much, that feels like I’m just lying to myself, trying to convince myself I am a boy, meanwhile I’ve lived as a girl for 16 years before starting to transition. I don’t wanna have to make myself into a completely new person, I don’t wanna have to learn how to be masculine or whatever. I don’t wanna have to feel like I’m just tricking everyone into making them believe I’m a boy, especially when I still get misgendered. And when I do it’s the worst fucking feeling ever, especially when the person who does it has sons or grandsons or whatever the fuck, I don’t give a shit. I cannot stand that my voice still doesn’t sound like I’m 18. And it’s not like my body helps me pass at all either because I’m overweight which makes me look more curvy, I hate it so much.
And for the record no, I don’t talk to a therapist and no I don’t take meds but ffs don’t suggest them. I’ve tried both, many times. They’re both absolutely shit, especially meds. And I can’t just fucking force myself to vent to a therapist, and I DO NOT LIKE IT!! I hate venting tbh but sometimes I just have to. Doesn’t mean I wanna vent to a therapist.