Tuesday, Again.
By now you've figured out (most likely) that Tuesday is my Therapy day.
I'll be honest that therapy has not been as horrible as I had imagined it to be, and honestly it kind of feels good to sit there and just talk. We dont even have to talk about anything important, really. But knowing that what I say wont really leave her office, and we're by ourselves...it allows me to open up and talk freely. It's really nice, and I end up leaving with a weight off my shoulders.
Not say
Since I am more able to express/explain myself on paper or online, I decided that since I'll be in town that I should get my butt in gear and suck up my pride.
So, I did research. I wrote emails. And...I wrote a letter to my therapist.
I'm gonna share it, since I figured it might give others ideas, and hopefully what I did was right.
"Dear _____,
I hope your Thanksgiving went well and you didnt get buried in all the snow. I talked to a few online friends about my last visit with you, and d
As you all know, tomorrow is thanksgiving, and like most of you I have a few things that need to get done. Obviously.
This year I'm going to my boyfriend's family's get together in an Inn at the top of a mountain. We've been there for last year's gathering and I'll admit, it's gorgeous and the view is absolutely the best (I'll post pictures when I can!)
But this year is going to be different for me, personally. Last year I were still enduring the dressy clothes and makeup and doing my hair and
I apologize, first of all, for not being here very much the past few days.
I very much appreciate all the kind messages from you guys in concerns to my wellbeing, but please do not be insulted that I did not reply to your messages.
It's been sort of a habit of mine of late...
Online-friends will message my kik or skype, and I read them...Please know that I DO read them.
But...I cant get myself to reply. I have no words in mind, no fake smiles to share, or motives for my disappearance.
In
Today is tuesday, and as some of you know, tuesday is my therapy day. The day I suck up my blahness, climb out of bed, and go sit and chitchat with my therapist about...basically everything and anything.
But this time, I broke down after I left her office. I sat in my car, gripped the steeringwheel and attempted to get a grip on myself, before finally breaking down and bawling my pathetic eyes out.
I feel like she gave up on me already.
I were originally instructed to see a therapist for my
So today was my first day of therapy EVER, and it goes without saying that I were a nervous wreck. I got up much earlier than I even needed to, and wandered around the house like a bored lunatic.
When I finally decided to leave and went as slowly as I were comfortable, just killing time and cruising along, I still showed up at the office a little more than half hour early.
Signed in, no problem.
So I was sitting there for a while and the secretary comes over and sits next to me.
"I overlooke
Have you ever had to do something, but had to wait to do it? And in that time of waiting, it seems like time ticks by fast when you need it to slow down, and not fast enough when you want it gone?
I suppose everyone has.
But tuesday is really dragging on my mind.
I mean, yeah, I need to see a therapist. I know I do, and I cant deny that.
But in the same sense....I dont want to. I dread it. I dont want to open up. I dont want to sit down and talk to someone about my broken, ignored childhood.
Anyone newly transitioning will nod a big "YUP" to me about this issue, and maybe some of you trans-vets out there too.
Public Bathrooms. The lou. The resty. The bowl of salvation, the think tank, the throne.
Call it what you will, but the issues remain the same.
Where the hell do we go?
I'm FTM. I DREAD the bathrooms. I will literally try to be as stealthy as humanly possible to sneak in the door, find a stall, and wait there until people leave before I rush out and wash my hands then run
Anyone going through the journey of one gender to another KNOWS that every day changes.
For me, I have three stages I could hit. One day, I tollerate it. TOLLERATE it. It's on my mind all day, but I do my best to just do what I'm doing and ignore what's going on.
Then I have my heartbreak days. Days when every instant that I remember what I'm going through and how I'm physically stuck, makes me want to curl up in a bathroom stall and cry till I cant breathe anymore. It physically HURTS to know
Today I had another doctors appointment, which is my regular monthly thing.
I assume she were happy with what was going on, since she said she doesnt need to see me for another two months
I've officially gone from 225-230 pounds, all the way down to 214 She wants to see me down at 210 or lower by the end of Janurary. GAME ON!
So I kicked off my challange....with a bowl of ice cream. Darn it, I'm so bad at this >.<
We talked for a while about the gender thing, and she got me seriously
After several days of torment, several attempts not to harm myself, and several agonizing hours of enduring the silent remarks of those around me.....I finally had a tollerable night.
Nothing too chaotic happened, really.
My binders actually behaved today. I got up on time, did my exercise, and got to work on time.
One of my co-workers actually has caught herself and is trying hard to make it a habit not to call me by any nickname feminine. She's really trying, though she messes up now and th
My agony and enduring bull**** continues.
I had to park almost a mile away from work again today, because there were no parking spaces. Then listened to a fifteen minute speech from a manager about how I have no excuse, there is "always parking spaces".
Get into work on time, thankfully. And slam my hand into a door. Yay...
Move my rearend to the front line and start doing my job, and I accidentally drop a 50 pound box of canned goodes right on my foot. THANKS A LOT.
Limping around, I get th
Work today started off as usual. I got there, I got rid of my backpack and such, got changed into my chef's gear, and got to work. Everything was normal. Well, as normal as it could be, anyway.
That is...until after lunch.
I headed to my locker to get my headphones for my ipod, but something fell out of my locker.
A little piece of paper, folded up, crinkled, and written on.
"Gender Queers Dont belong here, f*** off"
It took me a good five minutes to read this fully, and for it to punch me
So, I went north (3 hr drive) and got my little sister for a week with me. So far it had been great!
I finally got her to eat (shed been basically starving herself) and she's been eating randomly the whole time, which is awesome. (She's 16). She's kept up her end of the deal and hasnt done any self harm, and neither have I. We've both behaved.
I've been spoiling her rotten, and I love it Bought her a new necklace which she hasnt taken off since we bought it, new earrings since none of her oth
As some of you might know, I had my sixteen year old sister down at my place for about a week. The reason I did this was simple. She needed out.
I look at my little sister and see a perfect replica of me at her age. Shy, outcasted, punk, stylish, misunderstood, and above all...depressed. She'd decided that eating is not something she HAS to do, and has resorted to eating about once a day, or even less on occasion. She hides in her room, away from the world. Not that I can blame her....my mother
When it comes to being transgendered, it's not just an inside confession or a validation of yourself in your own mind, but it's an outward expression. It's a chance to take your gender that you were born with on the outside, and throw it in your trashcan, light that ***** on fire and say "Good Riddance"
But sometimes it's not as easy to figure out how to do that when it comes to clothes.
If you spent your life like me, wandering the Girls section at walmart and curling your nose at all the pin
So halloween went epic as ever
One of the challenges I faced as a (attempting) FTM is costumes...Sadly many costumes are gender based or seperated. Originally I were trying to go for the werewolf look, but it turned out to be a zombie from The Walking Dead. Either one was fine with me
I was one of the only ones who dressed up at work, and must say that I put the most work into mine.
One person was a Professor from Hogwarts and she looked really cool, another was a nurse, and the head manag
I thought it were over. I thought the drama were done. But it hadnt even started yet.
The morning started off with the worse headache I've ever had.
Pushing that aside, I headed to work. For the past week, the radio that I use in my area has been taken by an older and somewhat aggrivating co-worker. Me being kind, I let it go.
True, music helps my anxiety stay back. But I couldnt just take it away from the brute.
But today, I had forgotten my dosage of medications, and I were on edge plus ag
I never thought of paperwork as a trigger. For anything really. Depression, anxiety, etc.
But I came to realize it today.
I woke up extra early and left to run some errands, knowing I had to build up some courage.
I paid my bill (some of it at least) to the hospital, and stopped by the local pharmacy for a few things for my costume on friday, then I made one more stop. The councilling building, where I'll be going.
After pulling into the driveway that I nearly passed by because I were nervou
After my last post/blog, I figured it would be a good idea to give an update.
No, I were not fired. But I almost was. I went in and talked to my boss about it, and explained that I'd had an anxiety attack, which I'm prone to have. We talked it through and I assured him it wouldnt happen again unless nessesary, and I would tell them next time if I needed to leave.
He accepted, and I was allowed to work.
I were on my best behaviour all day, or as best as I could.
Sometimes theres days when thi
Yup. That's right ladies and gents and dogs and cats, its a second post in one day.
The reasons: Because I can.
Well, that and the post I did previously was actually for yesterday that I was too tired and lazy to do last night. THIS ONE is for TODAY.
Now, as some of you might or might not know, Halloween is coming. Like...in two days.
And if anyone knows me personally, they know that Halloween is practically my birthday.
Not really, I was born in May. But it's THAT important to me
I LOVE
Everyone has a bad day now and then.
Maybe they spilled their coffee, or the car wouldnt start, you stepped in a puddle up to your knee...could be anything.
Mine never start out with physicaly disturbances. Sure, I have trouble with my car. But it's forgivable. My Jeep is my baby. And when I cant afford to fix my baby, she has a tantrum. I forgive her for it.
Yeah there's days when my hair just does NOT want to agree and be tamed. Or when I seem to smash my fingers in everything I touch. But
Hello, people of the pages. Ah the endless pages....
So, just like anything else we try to accomplish, there are always roadblocks.
Aside from the fact that I dont really know what to write about tonight, I thought I would ramble about an issue I'd been having today.
My Binder.
Technically speaking, I'm not sure if its actually a binder or not. It's a Torso Compression Tank from Manshape for FTMs. My first one I'd ever bought, EVER, so I probably got it wrong. Maybe?
Anyway, I wear it over
Today I did the unthinkable. I did something I desperatly have been avoiding for sooooo long.
I put on a bra.
My "binders" smelled like old deodorant, were gross with sweat from work, and I had no time to hand wash and dry them by the time I needed to go to work. So I had to resort to digging through my clothes and finding that dreaded contraption. Instantly I hated it. The straps felt like they were digging into my shoulders, the very hug of it felt forgien and misguided. The whole way to wor
I went to see my doctor again today, simply for a check in or a check up on my medications and what not.
Normally I'm very nervous about seeing the doctor. I had a lot of health issues I were dealing with and always worried about 'getting in trouble' with my doctor. Granted, I love her to pieces, and she cares more than any other doctor I have EVER had. But in the same aspect, shes not afraid to tell me how it is, and boot me in the butt for not taking care of myself.
When I finally told her a
