03-30-2012, 05:16 PM
I'm gonna start by saying I am the happiest I've ever been, but I've hit a bump and in order to really explain it I'm gonna have to give a summary of my life. I'll be as brief as possible.
So, back in high school before I had begun taking testosterone, when I was super angsty and teenagery I was not happy. I dressed in black sat in the corner and didnt really talk unless I really had something to say. I had a small group of close friends that I loved dearly. When they would throw parties I would opt out of attending, I was just so depressed that leaving my house was uncomfortable and I preferred to stay at home wallowing in my misery. Now during this time I was cutting quite uncontrollably, there were several times were my arms and legs would be literally covered.
I was NEVER the person to open about my issues. In fact I was completely closed, if I was in a bad mood I would not say a word about it, I would either just stay away from everyone or pretend to be happy. So I confided the cutting thing to my few close friends, one person kinda became a cutting buddy and her as well as my other friends would only tease me for it, sometimes at parties they would encourage me to cut and then help me find alcohol or other stingy things to pour on the wounds. My parents eventually found out I was cutting I saw a few therapists that did nothing for me, eventually I went to a group therapy that was helpful but I still felt very isolated because I was the ONLY person there for cutting, everyone else was there for drugs. But it provided more help than anywhere else.
Fast foreward to more recently, at 18 I moved in with my two best friends we go through a few apartments and I go back forth living with them or at home. An apartment burns down and then we move in a duplex in Oct. 2011. For the past couple of years I've kinda stopped cutting, I would go a few months then either a bad day or just nothing and I would relapse a little. After moving in to this duplex I was beginning to cut a little more, it never got as bad as in high school but it was more than my minor relapses and my mood was going downhill.
At this point I had been on testosterone for a while, my transition's happening and going on smoothly, I've realized I was so miserably in high school because I was living as a girl when I wanted to be a boy. I'm feeling better about myself and I'm gaining confidence and I've kind of started opening up about my feelings and other nontrans issues. However each time I was open about something, I would either get teased or shot down. My friends were not respecting my needs in the duplex, I don't want to live in filth, I don't like my things taken without my permission especially if they turn up lost, there was just a lack of respect for me and me things and it wasn't anything new, I just was unable to deal with it anymore. I tried hard to communicate my needs and feelings, we had a few roommate meetings things got better, but they weren't good. I would hear one friend trash talking my right outside my bedroom door. A few times in the time the three of us lived together I had gone drunkenly suicidal for the first time in my life. I expressed my feelings and once was told to go ahead and do it. I had NEVER mentioned suicide before and had never actually really considered doing it. I've always been able to think rationally and think my way out of it if a feeling did come about however that's harder to do when you're drunk.
So, I'm getting tired of the way my friends are treating me, I'm stressed with money, I'm going through a big transition and I realize that I'm just miserable. Every day is just kinda blah, I go to work, come home and do a bunch of nothing until I go bed, I'm basically living to work because it's my escape from the enviroment I'm living in. One day I get fed up, and it pretty much ends up if I stay, one day I'll get drunk and I'll actually kill myself and I don't want that, so I decide to move home. I express this to my friends, I try to communicate in depth why and explain I would rather resolve the issues, we've all been best friends for 5 or 6 years I want to try to fight for that. One friend says they don't want to resolve anything the other says I shouldn't talk about suicide so "casually" in her words. I didn't understand, so what was I supposed to do, hide my feelings until I couldn't take it anymore and offed myself? That was bound to happen especially at the rate I was drinking. So I take about a week more of earing trash talking out my door, constantly being called petty and then moved home. I had to wait a week because I rented a uhaul and needed some people over to help me move.
So that happened, about a month ago. I'm much happier at home, but, I've pretty much lost my friends. My closest friends were those two and everyone else I hung out with I see they were really only friends with me because of our mutual friendships. Now, I am not out of friends, I have one close friend that I met in an FTM group and I have another friend I've been friends with for years who's been an amazing friend to me. The problem is I don't have that friend-family feeling anymore with my..two remaining friends. I don't have that sense of I have people to go hang out and party with or anything like that. It's put me in a weird place and while I've always been one that's happy to be alone I do like to go out and be with people and my friends but I don't have much that option anymore.
I know, so I need to make new friends, I'm doing my best but I've never really been in a place where I needed to find new friends and while I kinda see the positive in I'm in a new chapter of life and I am a new person, so I may need to make new friends. As a super shy person who's never been very social except with the people I'm already comfortable with it just seems impossible. But I will be discussing this with another friend soon.
I spent the whole time typing this up thinking, "You're not gonna send it, no one's going to care, it's a pointless thread." And that's kinda how I've always been, I just don't feel like my issues are anything worth being concerned about and that stems from my self-esteem issues which are getting better. I feel like I'm a good worthy person I just kinda don't feel like anyone else thinks that. This is truly the first time I've just laid myself out in the open. I don't know what I was hoping to accomplish from this thread, I guess just finally an opportunity to vent and see what people thought of me and my crazy head. I chose you guys to vent to instead of my FTM support group because whil my tranny-nessslol is a big part of my issues it's not the only thing, there's normal human shit that contributes and I'd like to get thoughts and opinions, encouragemnt, advice, whatever, from people that aren't going to be looking at it all like it's all about my transition. So there you have it. Sorry it was long but this stuff has all been stuffed in my head for a really, really long time. I really think I just needed to get it out and tell someone insetad of just having mental conversations with myself. I appreciate anyone who just bothers to read it. <3
So, back in high school before I had begun taking testosterone, when I was super angsty and teenagery I was not happy. I dressed in black sat in the corner and didnt really talk unless I really had something to say. I had a small group of close friends that I loved dearly. When they would throw parties I would opt out of attending, I was just so depressed that leaving my house was uncomfortable and I preferred to stay at home wallowing in my misery. Now during this time I was cutting quite uncontrollably, there were several times were my arms and legs would be literally covered.
I was NEVER the person to open about my issues. In fact I was completely closed, if I was in a bad mood I would not say a word about it, I would either just stay away from everyone or pretend to be happy. So I confided the cutting thing to my few close friends, one person kinda became a cutting buddy and her as well as my other friends would only tease me for it, sometimes at parties they would encourage me to cut and then help me find alcohol or other stingy things to pour on the wounds. My parents eventually found out I was cutting I saw a few therapists that did nothing for me, eventually I went to a group therapy that was helpful but I still felt very isolated because I was the ONLY person there for cutting, everyone else was there for drugs. But it provided more help than anywhere else.
Fast foreward to more recently, at 18 I moved in with my two best friends we go through a few apartments and I go back forth living with them or at home. An apartment burns down and then we move in a duplex in Oct. 2011. For the past couple of years I've kinda stopped cutting, I would go a few months then either a bad day or just nothing and I would relapse a little. After moving in to this duplex I was beginning to cut a little more, it never got as bad as in high school but it was more than my minor relapses and my mood was going downhill.
At this point I had been on testosterone for a while, my transition's happening and going on smoothly, I've realized I was so miserably in high school because I was living as a girl when I wanted to be a boy. I'm feeling better about myself and I'm gaining confidence and I've kind of started opening up about my feelings and other nontrans issues. However each time I was open about something, I would either get teased or shot down. My friends were not respecting my needs in the duplex, I don't want to live in filth, I don't like my things taken without my permission especially if they turn up lost, there was just a lack of respect for me and me things and it wasn't anything new, I just was unable to deal with it anymore. I tried hard to communicate my needs and feelings, we had a few roommate meetings things got better, but they weren't good. I would hear one friend trash talking my right outside my bedroom door. A few times in the time the three of us lived together I had gone drunkenly suicidal for the first time in my life. I expressed my feelings and once was told to go ahead and do it. I had NEVER mentioned suicide before and had never actually really considered doing it. I've always been able to think rationally and think my way out of it if a feeling did come about however that's harder to do when you're drunk.
So, I'm getting tired of the way my friends are treating me, I'm stressed with money, I'm going through a big transition and I realize that I'm just miserable. Every day is just kinda blah, I go to work, come home and do a bunch of nothing until I go bed, I'm basically living to work because it's my escape from the enviroment I'm living in. One day I get fed up, and it pretty much ends up if I stay, one day I'll get drunk and I'll actually kill myself and I don't want that, so I decide to move home. I express this to my friends, I try to communicate in depth why and explain I would rather resolve the issues, we've all been best friends for 5 or 6 years I want to try to fight for that. One friend says they don't want to resolve anything the other says I shouldn't talk about suicide so "casually" in her words. I didn't understand, so what was I supposed to do, hide my feelings until I couldn't take it anymore and offed myself? That was bound to happen especially at the rate I was drinking. So I take about a week more of earing trash talking out my door, constantly being called petty and then moved home. I had to wait a week because I rented a uhaul and needed some people over to help me move.
So that happened, about a month ago. I'm much happier at home, but, I've pretty much lost my friends. My closest friends were those two and everyone else I hung out with I see they were really only friends with me because of our mutual friendships. Now, I am not out of friends, I have one close friend that I met in an FTM group and I have another friend I've been friends with for years who's been an amazing friend to me. The problem is I don't have that friend-family feeling anymore with my..two remaining friends. I don't have that sense of I have people to go hang out and party with or anything like that. It's put me in a weird place and while I've always been one that's happy to be alone I do like to go out and be with people and my friends but I don't have much that option anymore.
I know, so I need to make new friends, I'm doing my best but I've never really been in a place where I needed to find new friends and while I kinda see the positive in I'm in a new chapter of life and I am a new person, so I may need to make new friends. As a super shy person who's never been very social except with the people I'm already comfortable with it just seems impossible. But I will be discussing this with another friend soon.
I spent the whole time typing this up thinking, "You're not gonna send it, no one's going to care, it's a pointless thread." And that's kinda how I've always been, I just don't feel like my issues are anything worth being concerned about and that stems from my self-esteem issues which are getting better. I feel like I'm a good worthy person I just kinda don't feel like anyone else thinks that. This is truly the first time I've just laid myself out in the open. I don't know what I was hoping to accomplish from this thread, I guess just finally an opportunity to vent and see what people thought of me and my crazy head. I chose you guys to vent to instead of my FTM support group because whil my tranny-nessslol is a big part of my issues it's not the only thing, there's normal human shit that contributes and I'd like to get thoughts and opinions, encouragemnt, advice, whatever, from people that aren't going to be looking at it all like it's all about my transition. So there you have it. Sorry it was long but this stuff has all been stuffed in my head for a really, really long time. I really think I just needed to get it out and tell someone insetad of just having mental conversations with myself. I appreciate anyone who just bothers to read it. <3