I broke down earlier this evening discussing what's going on in the wet-works/brain with my husband and the concern on his face and eyes hurt to see. I bury a LOT of the trauma and pain of this because I needed to keep going, not for myself but for my family. Michigan is a safe state for transitioning transgender folk, that I can confirm. It's hard to talk about this, to anyone. But hurts most talking to my husband about it in all truth. /2
I tend to bottle things up, a trauma response unfortunately, from the first time I came out of the closet at the age of 8. Emotionally it's toxic as hell, but I'm working to undo that habit of survival. I just want to live my life, as the person I know I am on the inside, but I can't when the outer shell doesn't match, at all. Can you imagine for a moment what that's like? To wake up with a body that isn't really your own? It's scary as hell, and after living this way a while, it hurts too. /3