[–] 8 points 3 weeks ago

I am at point where I can use this on every spot of my body, given that the skin is not flappy, ask me how I know. The result is worth the pain, and the pain lessens with repeated use for me

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  • [–] 5 points 1 month ago (1 child)

    It kinda feels lonely as a butch transbian. Most transfemmes go cute/floral/alternative. I love wearing my cargo shorts and pants. Tank tops that show of my impressive delts and biceps muscles. But I switch it up with dresses and skirts sometimes. Half half or full femme because I still got that need for it.

    I am so grateful for the boob job that health insurance paid for. It gave me the confidence to do most of that.

    I am rarely in spaces where cis lesbians are, never really interact with them. I feel a bit alien around them. I grew up very differently than them. Noone forced feminity onto me as a child.

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  • [–] 6 points 1 month ago

    After coming out of the closet I quit my job at the metal workshop. Only rural conservative folks there.

    I tried college again but failed. I worked some blue collar job and factory work. I felt less dysphoric around men than women. And office work isn't bad either, I could finally wear skirts, dresses and nice shoes to work. But in the end I am looking to go back to some blue collar environment. Wanna work with my hands more. I dont mind that I'd wear more work clothes, I am more butch already.

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    I had some very demanding days. Traveled with packed bags(10kg) across Germany with trains, which took me 15 hours, then slept 6h.

    There I went to this super cool congress/convention/event(39c3) with all these queer people, hackers and a lot of leftists. At this event I walked between 15-20k steps everyday with my backpack. I put multiple RGB LEDs with powerbanks on it and took it with me to show it off to anyone. In the evening I danced most of the days. And while I could not sleep very good at the hotel my muscle aches were minimal and I always had energy to do stuff.

    I am baffled. So this is what I get from gradually, over the last 12 months, to pushing myself to lifting weights 4 times a week.

    This is awesome!

     

    Content warning: suicide, suicidal thoughts

    tl;dr: finished transition, am lonely, invisible, bored and suffering, don't know what to do.

    When I started my transition I was miserable, but I endured everything, worked on myself, had bad times and even some very good moments. I eventually solved most of my problems. But life as it is now is not enjoyable. I am alone and suffering. I can't go on forever like this. Things need to improve and I don't know how anymore. I want to have real connections again, a place I feel welcome, a significant other.

    Feel free to comment on anything I wrote here. Spare some kind words maybe.

    About me: I am in my thirties, started transitioning about 10 years ago. Financially stable although somehow I can't keep a job for long. Living situation is ok(left my hometown 3 years ago). I have 2 people I consider friends currently.

    My transness: I am definitely trans. Been in denial till I wasn't. Got HRT, my name changed. Getting euphoria from bottom surgery and breast implants, getting gendered female, dressing fem when I feel like it. No doubt about it.

    Progress: I learned a lot in therapy. Mostly how to deal with feelings. Healthy coping mechanisms. It really helped with all the shit I experienced in the last years. I started lifting weights again. Done it for most of my life. I stopped it when I started HRT to look less "manly". Now that I lost most of my muscle mass and reduced my gender dysphoria through various things I don't mind getting buff again. Like running, which I never stopped doing, it also helps with my mental health. So thats nice. I wish I could work out even more, it helps my low self esteem.

    Alcohol: I improved overall in reducing my alcohol consumption. Switched from booze to beer and wine. Less drinks overall. Analyzing the reasons why I feel compelled to drink and trying to change it(coping and loosening up around people). Also alcohol doesn't feel so good anymore, it ruins my sleep and it messes with my workouts.

    Living as trans: I don't really pass as a woman. I could pass better, if I would wear makeup and adapt my style. But I don't feel like doing that. Getting misgendered(which happens maybe 30% of the time) is no big deal. I am used to it and it doesn't hurt very much. I mostly dress androgynous and more of a butch style(although with long hair). I am rather tall for a woman and a bit wide(shoulders) but I have seen women with the same build. I don't experience discrimination, hate or rejection in life as a trans woman(still surprised by that). I don't get stares, remarks or people laughing or asking strange questions. I am basically invisible most of the time, but I do get asked for directions kinda regularly, so I got that. Dating is a mess. T4T is the only thing that seems viable and I do like trans femmes the most(but yeah, my the dating pool is tiny).

    Loneliness: Since moving from small to a medium to now a big city I had plenty opportunities to find friends. But so far it wasn't successful. Had a couple relationships, some even lasting multiple years. Friendships too, but with moving cities and life happening they all vanished. So I know what I am missing. I met people and made some friends but nothing worked longtime. Eventually people stop responding and the chats die down. I don't get invited anymore. The conversations are shallow or I don't connect with them.

    So far I tried: Volunteering, maker-spaces, hacker-spaces, repair cafes, dating apps, trans meet ups, queer meet ups, leftist self managed spaces, online spaces, pride events, protest events. The one place that I haven't really tried are clubs. I was told spicy stuff happens there. People hooking up, having fun, etc. I am kinda ace and can't deviate from my sleeping routine(morning Person), also I hate loud places, so I avoid those(went there a couple times over the years).

    I am an introvert and still have some social anxiety. But I try my best. Looking for like-minded people, trying to start a conversation, just showing up and being a familiar face in case other people strike up a conversation because I suck at that.

    The loneliness really hurts. Plus I have low self esteem that makes me feel like I will never excel at anything. Those two things make me feel awful at times and are the only things that can break me. Like, it drives me to the point where I think about detransitioning just so I can have a a better chance at finding friends or a partner. I have been suicidal because of that. But I can cope, for now. I grudgingly started doing more solo activities. Hiking, solo day trips, reading in public. All without seeking out people as a motivation. I have lost a lot of hope that things will improve.

    Identity: In my desperation I feel compelled to try to change things about me. Trying more makeup, playing with clothes, acting differently. Maybe passing better might change things but I don't know and I am comfortable with being an androgynous slob. I tried to reinvent myself, but its futile. In the end I return to my original self.

    Mental health: I stopped taking my SSRI after 5 years continuous using. I don't think it helped me much. I only have mild to medium depressive episodes lasting 2 days max and occurring maybe 1-4 times a month, now I am closer to one episode a month. My therapist back then insisted on them when I was suicidal in '17. I am at a much better space mentally since then. I can manage stress, depressive episodes, breakdowns. The suicidal episodes are slowly creeping back into my life. I am thinking about getting a therapist again. But I don't know if that and medication are even necessary. Also getting a therapist in Germany is a pain in the ass.

     

    So, most of my bras are bralettes or sport bras. I have some pads that I can insert into them to push my chest a little and kinda give them a good shape, and those also cover my nipples. Unfortunately the pads are falling apart and instead of buying new bras maybe there is something else.

    I am looking into getting some t-shirt-bras again. They do a good job for my needs, although they are uncomfortable sometimes. Finding the right size is like winning the lottery.

    I am very self conscious about people looking at my chest and thinking weird stuff about it. I don't want anything there to look odd.

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