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08 December 2013 @ 04:18 pm
 Hrm, nobody reads this anymore.

Or, if you do for some reason, I doubt you'll mind.

My brain has been tightly wound, like a corkscrew stuck in the top of my body digging into the rest of me for the past few days. I reckon a big part of it has been my highly erratic sleeping and eating habits, which have left me variously feeling weak and unstable. It's also a factor, I imagine, that my access to hormones has recently dropped off- as the events went, I had an injection accident, acquired a fear of needles, spent a few months waiting on the doctor to switch me to testosterone gel, switched to testosterone gel, and then had a month-long fiasco of unavailability of that, thanks to Walgreens failing me miserably. God fucking dammit, I cannot believe them. I tried to switch to a pharmacy that I didn't have to take a 40 minute train ride and a 15 minute walk to access every time, then found out that said pharmacy was the only reason my meds were affordable, thanks to the connection to my clinic, switched back and got them to agree to mail me my meds, waited a month, and then called only to find out they'd NEVER ACTUALLY MAILED THE MEDICINE. It's finally on its way now, but I've had to deal with limited access to hormones since springtime, and it's not done wonders for my brain.

Also maddening is the fact that I have not gotten word about the contract for this job. There's a very real fear that because I agreed to cover an article over the course of one day for someone (prior to being officially hired) but could not complete it due to never actually being sent the specs for it in a format that was saved anywhere and also having to spend approximately five hours on several trains/waiting in train stations with no internet connection the day I was meant to write the article, that they decided to not hire me and have just neglected to tell me so.

There's the pressure coming from my friends- we play FFXIV together, but due to money issues (said job issues, the fact that Square doesn't accept Paypal and me not having other ways to pay for things online, the fact that any money access depends on things related to legal information that I am still in the process of changing), I've had to rely on the kindness of others to afford the game for the past three months. I feel indebted to others. As always. It does not help that all but one of the other people in my Free Company have achieved level 50 and are playing endgame content, while I'm struggling through the 40s after nearly three months of owning the game. I feel pressure to catch up, to do the same things they do, and to CONSTANTLY play the game at an increased pace so I can catch up, which is a detriment to my free time. I love the game, I love my friends, but I also don't understand how they- many being adults with jobs- have rushed through the game so much faster than I have.

And dear god, I owe people art. I still owe Jen a commission from months ago. It's difficult doing commissions for people who normally request art from you, who are forgiving with time. I have pictures to do for my Free Company's auction. Someone is apparently going to commission me for dinosaur art, which is incredible- as long as I can actually do it.

I'm still not back in college. I don't know if or when that will happen. I'm trying not to think too hard about it.

I need to pressure my dad into actually remembering to take me to get a fingerprint card so I can get started on my state's hideous, byzantine system of legally changing my name. At least the paperwork for getting my gender legally recognized as male on my identification has been sent in. So that should be moving forward.

Still no idea of how I'm going to get the money for top surgery, since my family doesn't appear to have any inclination to help me out with that. It's frustrating, considering that looking at or touching my body lately has made me actually feel sick. I still hate it. I still hate being stuck with it. I also feel guilty for hating it, because of the anxiety that even with my background and my very real status of being trans, hating this body for not being right for me is somehow only due to internalized misogyny. I am sick of that. I know I've struggled in the past with internalized misogyny. I know that even now it's a thing I have to keep an eye on! But my stupid depression-riddled brain has been trying to guilt me about the fact that I am a man, a man who is attracted to other men, telling me I'm a bad person because of it. That if I wanted to be a non-bad person, I wouldn't be who I am- and then I think about not being myself, and I get sick to my stomach. Actually, physically sick. And it keeps going, guilting myself about who I am because of the people who walk my path for the wrong reasons, accusing myself of being like them even when I objectively know I'm not, even when the people who care about me know I'm not. And I can't even talk about it, because jesus christ I'm just a dude who's being a self-pitying martyr about being afraid of being a misogynist. Nobody has any time for that, so it stays in my head and winds up worse and turns into this black corkscrew twisting into my gut, trying to make me feel guilty for existing, then making that guilt turn into intense episodes of "why can't you just be normal" and then even worse dysphoria at the idea of trying to be "normal" against what my brain has been telling me for two decades. It hasn't helped that my anxiety about everything else has sublimated into this. I just want to not think about this anymore, to go through my life and make progress and achieve the body that my brain has known for so long that it belongs in. I just want to live life as the person I know I am, without feeling guilty about it.

Having written this, I feel like the corkscrew has been pulled out. Maybe not entirely- anxiety and depression hound me eternally, and I can't expect to remove them from my body any more than any other element of my brain, but the monster of guilt telling me "how dare you be a man" has, at least, been pulled out and slain. I know who I am, and I know guilting myself about it doesn't help me, nor does it help women. And I knew I had to slay it myself- this is no burden to be inflicted on other people. I can't fight my demons just by thinking, but by putting my fear and anxiety into words without handing them off to other people, I could make them a physical entity that I could cope with. My words are my weapon.

And the brightness of a future glimmers. By the end of 2014, my legal name will be Allen, and my legal ID will be marked with an M. I will have a job. My FFXIV character will be level 50. I'll do what I owe people. I'll eat dinner. When I get home, my hormones will have arrived in the mail. There will be a translation of Attack on Titan chapter 52 on Crunchyroll's website tomorrow.

And the monster will lie slain on December 8th.

Grand Master Planet Eater: toocrunchyzarla on December 9th, 2013 09:57 am (UTC)

i'm sorry you're havin a tough time though :< i'm glad that writing it out helped a bit though! that's one thing lj can do that tumblr can't, flocking entries and marking them private can really be handy sometimes
a crafty trilobite: aot- hug the titanansemaru on December 9th, 2013 11:02 am (UTC)
AW I'm really glad you do! It makes this place feel a little less like a ghost town, knowing people still read it.

Makes me wonder- maybe some people on Tumblr are too young or from elsewhere on the internet to know about the wonders of flocked/private entries on journal sites. I feel like considering how bent out of shape they get about people reading "private" posts that are accessable from public tags, they'd consider the LJ/DW system a boon.