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- 2y
Vent of everything to date. Will update. Tired.
This shit is ruining my life. It uproots anything that can make me happy and makes the source of my happiness the source of my distress. But aren’t they intrinsically tied anyway? I’ve been an anxious kid as long as I can remember. Constantly looking for an escape, getting into online communities I shouldn’t have way too young and constantly getting in trouble for it, linking my sense of freedom and sense of fear, but at the same time literally to scared to raise my hand in class to answer things I knew very well or to ask questions, and sitting on my hands and fidgeting while I did my work. I was a generally achey sad kid and so growing up I thought it was depression and anxiety, but as I grew up I realized I probably have autism like my younger sister who was diagnosed in the early 2010’s as a toddler for very obvious symptoms of Aspergers, plus some symptoms that mimic a long term depressive episode (I’m an American in poverty very aware of my instability and situation- makes sense) as well as symptoms mimicking BPD in my attachment style, ADHD in my thought and action patterns, and OCD throughout my life in the form of selective perfectionism, number obsession, and intrusive thoughts. When I was 12 I decided I wanted to transition from female to male- just felt more comfortable being regarded that way and it felt more me and I feel like I have this ,,, masculine air to me/my personality in general. I’ve pretty much identified as a demiguy for most of the time with some breaks here and there to explore femininity- realized femininity is for me but womanhood just wasn’t. It felt like a costume, like a detriment to have to grow up and be. But then I wonder, is that because of how poorly women are treated? Is it just internalized self hatred? I’d always had a negative relationship with my self, I was cutting myself by nine. Part of me thinks it was a release, part of me thinks I was fetishizing it, part of me thinks I wanted attention because I was having a hard time coping with split households and not being the only child. Now I just present nonbinary and the freeness makes me happy but sometimes I get hit with “I could be a normal girl if I hadn’t ruined my body and gained then lost so much weight and taken T, if I had just been kinder to my girl self I could be a happy healthy woman and live a normal life” and thoughts like that make me feel like I must not be trans but then again it’s not exactly cis to want to be a genderfuck? I have lots of siblings and I suspect I was treated in inappropriate sexual/romantic ways as a child and ever since I heard that can make people want to do the same after being abused I’ve felt terrified that I’m possibly wired like that because my mom’s dad is and abused her. I could and would absolutely never but sometimes when I have to change either of my special needs 6 y/o sibling’s diaper and I have to handle her/him genitally to wipe/apply creams and I’m terrified she’s/he’s secretly uncomfortable with it all and just won’t speak up about it and that I’m secretly traumatizing her/him. I do my best to be a good older brother and sometimes find myself in a father figure role and I’m scared of fucking up around them with such a huge age difference- accidentally touching someone in a way that makes them uncomfortable, or saying something age inappropriate that I may not realize is age inappropriate. Or that being so invested in them must mean that I’m evil and secretly a pedophile which can sometimes be followed by intrusive thoughts/visuals. It’s hell. And I want it to go away. And that’s the only way I know it’s not actually me. I hate it. It all started after my mom found messages of mine from high school from when I worked in a daycare class, where I was talking about being a depressed person in general while still having to show up for the kids every day- I told my friend I “felt like I was performing to fulfill their fantasy of me”. That I was this fake happy peppy thing around them but that when the mask was off and I could be alone I was miserable and just performing for them and that I didn’t have it in me anymore. My mom read the word fantasy and assumed the most disgusting thing and for nearly a year my mom kept me away from my younger siblings and said she didn’t trust me. I didn’t even do anything wrong but it made me hate myself and I still worry to this day that I’m secretly an evil person for wanting to help around kids and be friendly to them, I just try to do it because I know how mean people can be to them. But then sometimes I get upset with them too and then I’m like fuck maybe I’m the evil one and I shouldn’t even be around them. My boyfriend is 5’2 and 95lbs and transgender like me. Well, I’m 5’7 and 170lbs. (Down from 260 and yoyoing back up from 160 after a pretty intense bout of on again off again eating disorder induced days long starvation periods yay!) But sometimes between my body issues making me feel like a giant oafish sack of crap and my POCD issues, it’s hard for me to be attracted to him because he looks so young. He’s a great guy and the kind of person I want around me who mostly influences me to be better to myself, and he’s always kind to me. He just. As kindly as I can say it, from the perspective of my OCD brain, looks twelve. He’s very slim and fit and shorter than me. Like an athletic child. Like my little brother who plays baseball and is 14. They’re built almost the same and when I realized it made me feel disgusted with myself. But my boyfriend didn’t pick to be that size and has an eating disorder of his own that makes it hard from him to stomach eating the amount of food that would make him gain weight! So it’s not fair for my brain to pick on him for it. Which makes me feel even worse for thinking the thoughts in the first place. But it all comes back around to make me question my attraction to him. When we have sex I can’t get into the moment and all I can think about is how huge I am and how small he is and how gross it is that I’m attracted to him and how if I feel gross being attracted to him then maybe I’m not and I just need to accept it and break up with him, but am I really gonna throw away the kindest person I’ve ever met who would do anything to make my life better and easier and happier because *checks notes* at this stage in his life he hasn’t gained the weight he wants to because he’s struggling to eat enough and I’m too blinded by my own mental health struggles to regard that issue as an issue bigger than my own? Especially he’s done everything in his power to treat me like a princess and make me happy for a YEAR and at the start of that year I was 240lb and he’s loved me through every incarnation of myself meanwhile all my brain has done is relentlessly pick him apart as my partner? It makes me feel fucking awful. I hate myself for it. The struggle with my attraction to him makes me wonder if I’m actually attracted to women and not him at all. I’ve always been into women and somewhat men but less so after some bad male relationships in high school. But I got with him because we very much share life experiences and goals and he understands me well. But sometimes I’m like maybe that’s just a best friend and I shouldn’t be trying to keep having a sexual relationship with him? But also some of my issues with him surround his childishness and I have to remind myself that’s why I love him and that I should be thankful that he wasn’t forced to grow up so soon. But I relate to so much of womanhood in ways he doesn’t as a more binary trans person that it makes me question the longevity of the relationship. He says he wants to be and do and provide for me but right now it feels like I’m using all my older brothering experience to manbaby and let him be happy while I struggle mentally. I.e. having driven him to work for the last year while he gets his license, him not having a credit card yet and me having to organize the travel to do so if he chooses to, then likely having to coach him on how to use it, and the fact that I had to ask him to make a savings account because he didn’t have one, about 6 months into dating. I want him to do the growing up because I hope it makes the thoughts of wanting to be dating a more independent financially informed self care focused woman go away. Gender isn’t all the difference it’s made out to be anyway and I’m honestly not sure why I’m convinced that being with a pretty girl would solve all my problems and give me hope for life. she’ll end up wanting a family and I don’t think I want kids because of the financial state of the world, or she could end up changing her gender and in that case, would I be left with another sexuality crisis all over again? Plus, any type of girl I could possibly get along with is very likely come to understand themself as non-binary as time passes, as most of my friends who used to be female have seemed to, and then I would be back at square one, wanting a girlfriend who somehow has a desire to fit into the standards of feminine beauty that even I decided where to rigorous to even try to adhere to. And then the desire for that as if it would fix everything for me while I have a boyfriend, and knowing what I know about gender, makes me hate myself. I definitely think my eating disorder plays into this big time. It causes me to be dissatisfied with myself if I don’t listen to it and to nitpick other if they’re not tough on themselves about self discipline and being better too. All of it makes me feel awful. I just want it to stop. I’ll chronicle my journey in further posts. If any of this rings bells back to your own experience please comment anything you may feel relevant.