Introspection.

Well it’s 2018 today, so happy new year and all that. Truth be told it’s just another day for me. We didn’t stay up late to see the new year in, didn’t even get woken up by fireworks. Rebecca’s at work today so staying up late wasn’t an option even if either of us wanted to. As for me? Well I’m just ambling along, being a bit introspective I guess, as you do at this time of the year.

Resolutions didn’t happen last year so there’s none of that going on. The important things stayed the same. I’m still with Rebecca and we’re very much in love and have talked about the future together and what we want to do. I’m still here, a line of thought a holdover from the bad old days where there were times I seriously doubted I’d make it to 30, such was the state of my mental health back then.

I also got a bit fitter the past year. I had been conscious of the fact that I’d put on weight because of HRT and very conscious of the fact that for the surgery I’m hoping to have this year they need your BMI to be below 28 to help with results. Well my present line of work, allied to cycling to work for the first time in years has helped there.

Last year I guess I could say I got to the stage where I could make peace with various things in my life. My transition, for one. It’s still going along, the HRT doing it’s magic and hopefully this year the one thing that is still bothering me on that front will be sorted out. I’m conscious of the fact that I’ve been on HRT for two years so and all the major changes have more or less taken place, so whatever I’ve got, that’s probably all I’m getting. You know what? What I’ve got I’m pretty happy with. I’ve got a nice enough figure, my boobs are at a point where they look like boobs even without a bra on and look the part. Yes, they could do with rounding out a little more. Maybe that will still happen in time, who knows. The body hair’s more or less taken care of itself, with a bit of help from the epilator and a touch of electrolysis for the odd bit here and there I really don’t want.

I was hoping to have been done with the stuff on my face but I’ve had to take that slow as I’m on as high a setting as my skin will take and I’m often a hairs breadth away from a meltdown because of the anxiety I get going to these appointments. Put short, it bloody hurts. I decided a few months ago once the dark stuff is done, that’s it, I’m not bothering with the blonde and ginger stuff that I get. A quick shave twice a week sorts that out and 20 seconds with a razor is much less aggro than electrolysis. Cis women shave, epilate, wax facial hair so that’s one instance of making peace with things that I was on about. Comparing body features and getting jealous of what other people have is not something I really get. I get it now and then but it’s no longer a dysphoria thing, it’s just a ‘She’s got a nice whatever’ kind of feeling instead of the pre-transition dysphoric hell of not looking like you feel you should and wishing you could look like a woman.

At some point I got more comfortable with going out without bothering to put a face on. There was a time where this would be unthinkable but these days it’s along the lines of ‘Right, need milk for the shops, get my shoes and keys and go get it.’ I might not have even shaved that day either when doing this, something else that was once unthinkable.

Something else I’ve made some headway on this year is dealing with the fact I’m not a neurotypical person and instead of trying to fight various things on that front in an attempt to appear normal I’m just rolling with it. Yes, this means sticking my hands over my ears because of loud noises in public, having meltdowns because of high anxiety and overanalysing and overthinking stuff, not hanging around areas that are overwhelming my senses, speaking up when I’m having trouble with concentration and so on. I realised that doing what I do is ok and if anyone has a problem it’s their problem and not mine. Realising that challenging behaviour in others is a big trigger point for my anxiety is another and is what’s resulted in me leaving care work for now because I really don’t want to have to deal with that any more. Having a partner who’s been very encouraging and reassuring me it’s ok to change jobs because of such things has been a big help.

I am aware that embracing this side of me is a bit of a double edged sword, especially when it comes to social situations, particularly group stuff. I tend to shy away from group stuff. I end up being the one in the corner sitting silently and seemingly not joining in because I struggle with interacting and judging when to talk without interrupting others and picking up on social cues. I’m the sort of person who says little but listen, take things in and remember stuff that is then important later on, even in a 1 to 1 setting. In groups I can shut down completely and then later get wound up about it, like I did in Brighton.

It’s a double edged sword because I can easily become withdrawn and stuck into a routine where I don’t try new things and don’t really go anywhere as a person. Case in point; Makeup. My sister got me some lovely new bits the previous year but because I am so set in my ways and stick with what works because it’s predictable and I don’t end up worrying it took me nine months before finally looking at the stuff. When it comes to makeup I figured out a simple routine that works early on in my transition and it’s barely changed since. I might pick a different colour lipstick or eye shadow once in a while but things are fairly static. When I’m at work this is ok. I have a routine that’s quick to do and lasts the day without me really needing to think about whether it’s holding up or not, because I know it does. Away from work I really need to try and do new things occasionally. This goes for a lot of things really and I’d like to be a bit more expansive this year because I worry about becoming withdrawn again. That was a default state of being before transition and I don’t want that again. It caused all sorts of issues that I’m still dealing with now.

I guess what I’m trying to say is the past few months I’ve been rather wary of my frame of mind and really not wanting to start slipping backwards again. Maybe that should be a resolution for the year. Who knows? Maybe I’m just overthinking things again. Happy new year everyone.

 

 

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2 thoughts on “Introspection.

  1. I wish you would refer to genuine woman with the word GENUINE and not the term CIS we are not CIS we are GENUINE WOMAN with a natural bust, vagina and womb. I followed you on Twitter and now don’t follow you purely because you bang on about…. gender fluid… CIS… TS… TV…. and you think your better than the rest… sweetheart your no where near as BETTER than the REST you are ALL the same, nothing makes YOU more special than a TV or GENUINE WOMAN . Before you say I’m transphobic FAR from it I have an amazing wife who DONT bang on that she’s a TV because people don’t glance at her they think she’s a GG nice boobs, natural hair slim but she doesn’t want her lower part messed with… does that make her LESS of a WOMAN than YOU? NO because at one point YOU ALL HAD PENISES some prefer to keep them.

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    1. Ok, let’s do this then.

      First off Cis is short for cisgender, a scientific term for people who’s gender identity match the body they are in. I like science stuff so I think I’ll carry on using the term instead of the terf like terms you like to thump into your comment in all caps, thank you very much.

      So you used to follow me on Twitter, then decided today to unfollow and inform me of this on a completely different social media site. Sorry, not buying this. Given I only have a couple hundred people following me I notice when that number changes and it hasn’t for a while. I remember such things as this and the type of language people use so I’m not believing this and I shan’t bother asking for a twitter handle. I don’t care. Frankly after seeing this I’d only go and block it anyway.

      Also great work there invalidating cis women who don’t have boobs or a womb thanks to medical complications that necessitated their removal.

      As for what I ‘bang on about’ over there, I’m meant to feel bad about this why? I’m trans, so are a lot of my friends, and many more fall under the other terms you used. I’m going to be putting a lot of stuff on my twitter about that because I support my friends and generally like to educate people where I can on those matters.

      As for being ‘better than the rest’, You really don’t know me at all if you really were following me. Trans people are equal to cis people, as are genderfluid people and anyone else exploring gender identity. You might have picked that up if you really were following me.

      As for your wife, I’m sure she’s thrilled about you going on the internet and talking about her body in intimate detail with random strangers. That information served no purpose. Again, if you were paying any attention I’ve said on numerous occasions surgical interventions aren’t a mandatory thing and in no way invalidates anyone’s gender identity.

      Feel free to close the door on your way out.

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