u/CockamouseGoesWee

I know the official answer is that they are stupid, but with phallo I need the hysterectomy and then the 2-3 phallo surgeries. And of course this is just for one specific surgery variation. There's egg freezing, top surgery, and any other necessary surgeries.

So...it doesn't make sense.

Why do they think it's not sexual harassment to ask? Why do they care? That's not how to land a date. I swear people don't know how to woo anymore.

Also cis people are wusses lol

In fear of sounding like a total horrible asshole son, I (24m) wasted my youth not getting drunk or making friends, but being the primary caregiver of my mother while she battled cancer. I had to take care of my little brother and become a parent to him through his high school years, all while I was in college as a full-time student and the leader of one of our biggest organizations.

I never once heard a thank you, anyone offering a shred of help. No. Every single person gets mad at me when I say I am tired and asks why I never asked for help. I don't know, maybe it's because I actually did and they never listened, just mhmm'd it before talking about their stupid problems with dating.

But did it end and did I get to live my own life once my mother entered remission? No. Now she has a bunch of autoimmune issues and she's back to saying she's dying and she's essentially bedridden. And I do everything and she is honestly a terrible patient because she keeps, as soon as she gets a bit of energy, uses all that energy to do something laborous. And then she crashes, and complains, and I tell her off for exhausting herself. But does she learn? No.

And then, I am expected to be perfect by absolutely everyone. And everyone judges me for still living with my mother even though I am taking care of her. And then people give the brilliant advice of having someone else take care of her. There is no one else.

And I still have to yell at my little brother to do basic things and stop arguing with our mother. He lives in a whole other universe. I am my mother's retirement plan. I am told off for not being married and having kids. With what time? And then, on top of things, I have my own surgeries and chronic health issues to deal with.

If I try to make friends and I end up being 5 minutes late and I say "sorry, I am the caretaker of my mother and I promise to make time for ya'll but life is a big hectic sometimes", people then complain that I am killing the vibe. So no, I don't have any "found family" to help.

Tbh, I would love to just drive 100 miles away and never say another word to anybody anymore. I often sit in my car for hours and stare at nothing because that is the only time I don't hear complaining or criticism or anyone just talking my ear off complaining to me about their problems while never once asking about me or how I am doing. I have never once gone clubbing or done anything stupid and crazy and be young. No. I am not allowed to do that. Because who would take care of my family?

If I hear one more person tell me I should do self-care, I am pulling out a tooth.

Just a few days ago I snapped at my brother and told him to stop making things worse for me and he needs to learn how to shut the fuck up for once in his life and stop stressing out our mother. I said I took care of him all through high school and honestly, he never once had to take care of anyone even himself, because I am the one telling him what to do. I then said I had just about enough of both him and our mother. He is an adult now and he needs to grow up.

Tbh it felt so good finally saying something, but I know that hurt him and I worry I was a bit excessive.

My hysto consultation appointment went well and we are going forward with all the stuff for that.

My doctor of course asked how long I wanted this for and I said since I was nine. He then asked for general history regarding my transition. He also had a med school student so I'm guessing this was also for him since they probably don't get many trans men patients in rural Ohio and I don't mind answering.

But when he asked about prior practitioners that worked with me before my current Planned Parenthood setup, expecting me to have gone to a Children's Hospital, that made me really sad. I said no, and I'd kept most of my feelings regarding gender dysphoria to myself until last year.

Idk, it was pretty sad it was expected that I had help before I began medically transitioning. People, including doctors, just told me I was exaggerating and I'd grow out of it. I was just a tomboy, that's why I said I was a boy and hated all girl things. I tried really hard for my mother to be the daughter she always wanted, but I couldn't wear a dress even as a baby and it broke her heart. I could never be that daughter for her. I didn't hear the word transgender until I was 14, and then I never thought of it again till I was 22.

Also dw he wasn't snooping in on info, my insurance has been hell and he's trying to build a solid case that I need my surgery. Thankfully, ig, I also have horrible periods that have not stopped on Testosterone.

Anyways, I really like my OBGYN for this and he seems really understanding. But goddammit he made me sad there because I was reminded how every adult in my life failed me.

After begging and begging since I was 9 years old and years of severe dysmenorrhea even when on T, I am finally gonna rid myself of the bloody jelly bean!

Let's. Fucking. Go!

I don't know how many times I had to correct people about this. It's mostly cis people who think this, but I've also had to correct some trans women in the past too. I have had people repeatedly ask me "well how high were your hormone levels originally" as an attempted gotcha moment, but like ???? I'm not disclosing to strangers my medical history unless it's for a very specific reason.

My T levels were quite low even for a cis woman when I began transitioning. It's just a hormone, it does not dictate if you are trans or not. Where are people getting this "information" from?

I just don't know anymore, folks.

I had it all of my life and even though I called myself male, I didn't know what being trans was and everyone thought I would just grow out of it. So I was in a weird in-between where I could do my thing but also not really be taken seriously. I could call myself a boy/man freely but no one else did unless I was a stranger to them and I passed.

Every time I sit, lay down, shower, or put on pants, I get a really intense burning sensation as if someone dumped scalding hot water right where my imaginary penis is. I thought everyone went through that.

It was quite confusing to say the least when I learned this was not normal to just feel intense pain for a few seconds when doing very basic life activities.

I managed to get a 4.0 last semester, but honestly it was just through blind luck. Ever since my TBI, I struggle figuring out how to learn effectively.

Math is especially a struggle. And it sucks because I used to be good at math, but ever since the accident I had a really hard time understanding anything to do with it.

Also, I realized a few months ago just how bad my pain tolerance is. A 2x4 dropped on my head (long story), and I did not feel any pain at all.

Anyways, I'm trying to get a nursing degree, but studying is difficult and idk if anyone has any studying tips that helped them?

My dysphagia just gets too bad when I brush my teeth and then I want to throw up (I've done it a few times). So I cut it down to once a day so I am able to work with what I've got.

Even though I take my famotidine the night before, my GERD usually flares up in the morning. I think a part of this has to do with the fact that I probably need to increase my dose, but does anyone have any advice on how to avoid gagging while doing dental hygiene stuff?

My teeth are yellow and idk I want pearly white teeth. Yes, I am shallow.

It could just be that I am living in this lovely pinworm-infested chamber pot that is Ohio, but people keep feminizing my name. It is quite literally one of the 20 most common Greek male name, and it is #1 in many Eastern Greek populations.

But it's also the masculinization of a name people often associate through only the feminine form.

I'm not changing my name. However, it is quite funny to me how much people try to work to feminize my name and adjectives the moment I actually try to present as male and grow facial hair. People thought I was a dude before even I properly knew I was a man. But now when I have a beard there's a problem.

My name clearly ends with "ios" not "ia". I know reading is not everyone's thing, but if I can say Sebastian and he would certainly get fussy if I said their name wrong, let alone call him Sebastiana, I am pretty sure he can read the last three letters of my name.

Also, I am two seconds away from snapping next time someone calls me "girlie" and saying to that woman "thanks sir".

I look at my dresser, and I make a 3D model out of it, something that doesn't even technically exist. But I can 3D print that dresser and put my dresser on my dresser if I wanted to.

I hit a loose bolt while going down a slide in an indoor park in England. Tbh I don't remember that at all, but I was extremely dizzy with spotty vision. I couldn't remember where my mother was despite her being right there, I couldn't recognize her. She eventually grabbed my arm and brought me to the bathroom because I had a bloody nose.

She kept asking me questions, and it felt and sounded to me like I was talking normally and even gesturing with my hands. But apparently I'd just been staring blankly at her. I remember even now I was so frustrated she wouldn't respond to anything that I said.

Eventually I threw up and felt so much better, which I know now was another bad sign. And my pupils were different sizes apparently. There were paramedics there and I wasn't allowed to sleep for 30 minutes.

Anyways, after this accident I developed a stutter and really struggled with math. I have difficulty remembering things and space out a lot. I also get tinnitus. It's frustrating sometimes feeling like I know I should know certain things.

It's wild because the experience is medically fascinating, but also I think part of the reason why I have such a big issue with when I don't feel like I have control over certain things. It was really frustrating and I guess frightening to feel trapped in my body like that, even if it wasn't for very long

I was nonverbal until I was 3 1/2 years old. I am AFAB and the doctors would repeatedly tell my parents I was "just shy" even though I never even had the cooing and babbling phases infants are supposed to have. I never received any resources to help me talk or anything like that.

I wasn't diagnosed until I was 15.