Carolinian Freedom Wall
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Sometimes I want to give up on transitioning here because I feel like at the end of the day people don't see me as my preferred gender.
I know that I'm not on hormones, so I get why some people don't know about it, but I genuinely hate that I'm perceived that way. People know I'm queer, I'm quite open about that, but I never really disclosed my personal gender identity.
I love my friends, I really do, but it breaks my heart whenever they misgender or deadname me sometimes. Not that it's their fault, but I know that they have to be conscious about my preferred pronouns and chosen name around me and I hate that that has to be a conscious decision on them sometimes.
Sometimes I dream I woke up with the body of the opposite gender. I hate my birth in sex. I hate that whenever I express these concerns to cisgendered-non queer or non open minded people or even to other people from the LGBTQIA+ community I get shunned down for being a weirdo who just wants to crossdress. I don't even like "crossdressing." I don't even like dresses, nor do I like skirts. I just want to be acknowledged that I feel this way.
I hate the anti-transgender rhetoric going on these days. All these bigoted nonsense, that transgender people are mentally ill or perverts. Transfems or MTF demonizations while transmascs or FTMS are just labeled as lesbians or are invisible to media. Non-binarys or non conventional transitioners getting hate. ETC. We're just all trying to live, what's our labels got to do with you people?
I feel like I already braced myself for homophobia and transphobia in a catholic institution, I was already used to it back in my JHS to SHS days, but then I see all the fully transitioned folks and can't help but feel so jealous of them that they're already in college feeling they're own skin while I'm still stuck being dysphoric about it.
If I have to be honest too I'm not even the most conventional looking person, I don't look like I want to be trans, but I am trans. I cry every night thinking about the life I could've had, the parents I could've had, the friends I could make if I was the gender I dreamed about.
No amount of talks of being a "crossdresser" would explain that. I'm sometimes fueled with jealousy of my cisgendered friends that are the opposite sex that often has the life that I want. I don't hate my friends, I love them to death, and I will always cheer them on, but sometimes I feel like they don't truly get it. Not that I blame them, this is something that really can't be explained I guess.
I just hate it when gender roles are at play, that people expect from me more or less because of my assigned at birth gender, I hate that I have such crippling dysphoria for just existing. Sometimes I just wished I liked my assigned at birth gender too, I don't always dream about living my life as the opposite sex, but sometimes living my life as my own assigned sex.
This is getting too long, so I'll end it here. Thank you to whoever is reading this.