sweetbraid
Member
- Apr 15, 2018
- 52
I'm trying so hard. I really do want to not feel like total shit *all* the time. I'm doing my therapy, eating, drinking water, staying away from alcohol, trying to follow through with the people i care about. Trying to start working out and engaging in my passions more. Trying to figure out how to achieve my (lofty asf) goals. Trying to use therapy skills and my own skills. I'm trying really really hard. And I'm okay for a minute. And I'm alone. And dysphoria catches up with me and I can't breathe. So I listen to music or watch dumb tv - dissociating so I can't feel the full weight of my life and my disabilities and my trauma; of my isolation and of my body. Cause if I let myself feel it all, I would probably cease to exist.
And so, I'm doing all what I possibly can to find community, and to minimize my dysphoria; pursuing as much treatment as I can for my trauma and my disabilities. But there's only so much I can do when the things that I need to be healthy are gatekept by foolish, selfish, capitalist doctors, when I'm poor, when I'm Autistic and weird and I won't talk to someone I don't click with on some level.
I've finally gotten to the point where my doctors might be willing to give me testosterone injections. I have my appointment tomorrow. And if they did, although it is second puberty and there will be new challenges, my body could be mine. My body would be less and less a flesh prison, and more and more something I love and adore and am grateful for. But. What if they say no? What if they won't let me go on T for several more months? I've been living like this for my whole life, constantly battling shame and societal BS about beings trans. Maybe I could wait another few weeks, but months? Or not at all? I don't think I could handle it. I understand they have to do certain things to make sure that it won't kill me, but I have to believe that since I was born this way, in this time, in this place, where HRT is blessedly accessible to me, that they will just let me do it. But even so, the health care system here is Fucked Up, especially for trans people, poor people, neurodivergent people, and Indigenous people, all of which I am. So they might still say no. And what happens then? I don't know, but whatever humanity I've retained up to now will probably disappear.
Could you... I don't know, if you feel like it, could you pray for me? Or ask the universe not to shit on me again? Just... something. At this point, I need all that I can get...Regardless of whether or not you do pray for me or anything, thank you for your time. I hope you're doing okay and that everything goes well for you <3
And so, I'm doing all what I possibly can to find community, and to minimize my dysphoria; pursuing as much treatment as I can for my trauma and my disabilities. But there's only so much I can do when the things that I need to be healthy are gatekept by foolish, selfish, capitalist doctors, when I'm poor, when I'm Autistic and weird and I won't talk to someone I don't click with on some level.
I've finally gotten to the point where my doctors might be willing to give me testosterone injections. I have my appointment tomorrow. And if they did, although it is second puberty and there will be new challenges, my body could be mine. My body would be less and less a flesh prison, and more and more something I love and adore and am grateful for. But. What if they say no? What if they won't let me go on T for several more months? I've been living like this for my whole life, constantly battling shame and societal BS about beings trans. Maybe I could wait another few weeks, but months? Or not at all? I don't think I could handle it. I understand they have to do certain things to make sure that it won't kill me, but I have to believe that since I was born this way, in this time, in this place, where HRT is blessedly accessible to me, that they will just let me do it. But even so, the health care system here is Fucked Up, especially for trans people, poor people, neurodivergent people, and Indigenous people, all of which I am. So they might still say no. And what happens then? I don't know, but whatever humanity I've retained up to now will probably disappear.
Could you... I don't know, if you feel like it, could you pray for me? Or ask the universe not to shit on me again? Just... something. At this point, I need all that I can get...Regardless of whether or not you do pray for me or anything, thank you for your time. I hope you're doing okay and that everything goes well for you <3