
masquerade
Member
- Aug 1, 2024
- 10
I don't really know how to start this, but six years ago I was groomed online and it was a pretty bad case, left me with a lot of trauma, and gender dysphoria trying to find myself again after everything happened. Back then I tried to run away and CTB, but I was a bit too vocal about my plans venting to a random girl from my class about everything and my houss phone got called. My dad picked it up and then a few seconds later he's shouting at me because I wanted to kill myself, no remorse, no sympathy, no understanding, nothing. Just shouting from him, and then I was dragged away for a little bit and questioned by the police, because they showed up to the house.
Fast forward a little bit, College starts (last 2 years of K12 for Americans) and I wanted to use a preferred name because of the dysphoria. Got laughed at by my mum and shouted at more by my dad, and my new name was constantly mocked by them.
This whole time, I wanted to be on hormones, and about 9 months ago, I finally got DIY hormones, legally grey, but it was working. All of my depression was gone, I finally felt happy in six years.
Also the whole time I was on the NHS waiting list for hormones, and I'm probably not seeing my turn on it. I fucking hate this country.
6 months later, it gets contaminated by a septic issue in my home basically getting the stench of shit everywhere, including where they were stored. Can't use them anymore, and the dysphorias gotten 10x worse.
It feels like fate and my parents just want me to die, twice now I've tried to get help for myself, and all I've got is pushbacks. Those hormones where the reason I didn't kill myself, and while I'm here struggling, hanging on by literally only my girlfriend now, everyone I know whose trans is getting hormones. It's honestly a joke, and I say it's a joke, but I'm literally about to crack.
I don't know what to do anymore, sorry if this is all over the place.
Fast forward a little bit, College starts (last 2 years of K12 for Americans) and I wanted to use a preferred name because of the dysphoria. Got laughed at by my mum and shouted at more by my dad, and my new name was constantly mocked by them.
This whole time, I wanted to be on hormones, and about 9 months ago, I finally got DIY hormones, legally grey, but it was working. All of my depression was gone, I finally felt happy in six years.
Also the whole time I was on the NHS waiting list for hormones, and I'm probably not seeing my turn on it. I fucking hate this country.
6 months later, it gets contaminated by a septic issue in my home basically getting the stench of shit everywhere, including where they were stored. Can't use them anymore, and the dysphorias gotten 10x worse.
It feels like fate and my parents just want me to die, twice now I've tried to get help for myself, and all I've got is pushbacks. Those hormones where the reason I didn't kill myself, and while I'm here struggling, hanging on by literally only my girlfriend now, everyone I know whose trans is getting hormones. It's honestly a joke, and I say it's a joke, but I'm literally about to crack.
I don't know what to do anymore, sorry if this is all over the place.