Medical Versus Emotional

Transition talk time, dear readers of the page. This probably won’t be a long post. I just wanna get some shit out of my head.

Medical transition has been going great. I followed all the rules, dotted my I’s and crossed my T’s. I started my transition the way many trans people do – searching for something, anything to describe how I felt. I saw all the Jerry Springer talk shows and knew that shit wasn’t me. But still, there was something that kept nagging at me. So, I took to the internet, came out to myself, then came out to my intake counselor when I was at a day hospital for a month. After a disastrous coming out with Egg (I was outed by a family therapist who didn’t even know me or Egg), I hopped my ass back in the closet. Not an uncommon phenomenon with trans people. When I finally jumped the hell out of the closet, it was because I was going to die if I didn’t. And I’m not being dramatic. So, I got a therapist, and started working my way through the system. First up was therapy, then a recommendation to my endocrinologist for hrt. I started hrt in June of 2016. Then, in July of 2018, I had an orchiectomy (removal of the testicles). Now, I’m scheduled for GCS in two months. So, all in all, the medical part of my transition is going well.

The emotional/mental part I’m not so sure about. I could go into a myriad of reasons why I don’t think that I am progressing. But, at the heart of it is that I have become isolated. Part of that has to do with my mood disorders and invisible illness. I don’t want to shit myself in public. Because of my four month depressive episode last year, and because of my Crohn’s disease, Bipolar disorder, and GAD, and also because I can’t work due to trying to get disability, I have become increasingly isolated. I was a social butterfly when I was younger, but all that changed with multiple manic and depressive episodes in a short amount of time. Now, I only have three friends outside of Egg, and I love them dearly. But they aren’t trans or even lgbqia folks.  Well, accept for Egg. I feel closed off, and I haven’t been doing much to change that. Which sucks, but it’s so draining trying to fill the mental gaps of being a 45 year old trans women who has historically had few lgbtqia friends. All I want is to find some people like me, ya know?!

With that in mind, I called up the leader of a trans/ally support group near me. It’s one that I could potentially go to without having to drive in downtown Atlanta. It is in the burbs, so who knows what kind of people go to this group, but I am in need of support and companionship. I want to get out of the house, maybe do some volunteering. I love advocacy, but don’t think I have enough spoons yet for that.  I guess since I’m getting older, I am more retrospective, and while I have had a great life, thanks in part to my family, both blood and not blood, I still find myself on a precipice. I am looking over, wanting to take that jump, but am afraid to do so. I am afraid that my transness will be dismissed. I am afraid of what people will say about me the minute I open my mouth to speak. I am afraid of a lot of things. I want to get to the point where my pride in who I am becoming shines through, enlightening everything and everyone. So, hopefully, this first step (calling that trans support group) will kick start a renaissance of my mental makeup. It’s time to try. I have become rather introverted, but I wasn’t always this way. In my twenties, I was rather outgoing. Prolly my manic or hypomanic episodes that gave me so much energy. I was unmedicated for most of my twenties. Once I got out of that funk, and got back on the meds, my mind slowed down, and my willingness to be out in the foolishness left me behind. Can’t blame it all on the meds. There are certainly other factors, like the fact that I stopped doing coke everyday lol.

Anyway, I want to get out of my head for once. And I think I am going to try.

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