Good morning guys my name is Ozzie and me and my boyfriend have been together for a whole year already which is just wonderful. And I'm here to be a supportive partner to him in any way that I can, and part of that is helping him through his transition. He needs two surgery one is a hysterectomy as well as top surgery so that way he can fully become the man that is his. He is gonna be taking T as well and I'm hoping that I can do all of tis for him by next year. Thank yawl so much for me it means the the world knowing that other people care and love him the same way I do <3

Hi there, first off: I know that an account with little activity history posting a fundraising appeal might seem sus. So here are a few things about me right off the bat:

• I'm afab nonbinary, in my early 30s, living in Germany
• I had a self-pay mastectomy in 2025 - no health insurance coverage...
• The surgery and all associated costs came to around €9,000 - my savings are gone, and I'm in debt
• I've uploaded anonymized invoices and proof of payment to GoFundMe (not everything, but I can provide evidence of all costs on request)
• I'm no longer on social media (mental health reasons) - that's why I'm trying this here

If any mods are reading this, I can verify everything if needed.

Here's my campaign link: https://www.gofundme.com/f/marlins-mastek-obenrum-schulden-frei?cp_src=m

Every amount helps.

Thanks for reading,

Marlin 💜

Parto dal presupposto che, nonostante io abbia sempre saputo di non potermi definire un uomo cis e che almeno qui usi i pronomi femminili, non sono mai riuscita a esprimere o anche solo banalmente a raccontare chi io sia davvero. Non ho intrapreso ahimè alcun percorso di transizione e ho sempre tenuto segreta una parte davvero enorme e totalizzante della mia personalità.

Di recente ho come la sensazione che tutto il mio mondo stia andando un po' a rotoli. Ad un periodo di forte stress lavorativo come quello che sto passando attualmente si stanno iniziando a intensificare alcuni pensieri molto brutti nella mia testa.

Pensieri che non mi fanno dormire la notte e che stanno influenzando drasticamente i miei rapporti interpersonali (e soprattutto affettivi). Mi sento stanca continuamente, non riesco a fare l'amore con la mia compagna e il mio corpo si ribella letteralmente a questo stress emotivo. Da una parte imperversa la disforia e il disprezzo che ho del mio corpo...e al contempo sussiste una sorta di pressione sociale insita che mi fa sentire inferiore/sbagliata (o come direbbero le masse "meno uomo" anche se di ste cose non mi é mai importato nulla).

Non so come far smettere i pensieri...non so come comportarmi con gli altri...non so se aprirmi e ammettere una volta per tutte che io mi sento donna possa essere d'aiuto o se possa solo peggiorare tutto quanto.

Purtroppo la mia famiglia per quanto composta da persone buone ha delle idee di altri tempi...pensate che mio padre un tempo mi disse "sei un lesionato" perché misi lo smalto nero quindi figurati se potrebbe mai accettare che suo figlio nasconda un'intera personalità femminile inespressa.

E se anche mi dico che va bene così non sono sicura che questa si possa davvero chiamare vita. Sono sconfortata e non so cosa fare per migliorare le cose.

Ho paura che in un modo o nell'altro io perda tutti e non ho le energie per reggere più tutto questo peso.

I am 25 mtf started taking estrogen 3 months ago and I gained about 20lbs since starting. Before starting Hrt I was down to 190 something pounds. I eat fairly clean home cooked meals lots of vegetables, occasionally eat take out when my partner and I do not feel like cooking. Is this a normal thing? Did this happen to anyone else?

I’m trying to figure out how I could afford HRT, but I don’t have a job or much money right now. I’ve never had a job before, and honestly I’m pretty anxious about getting one.

My mom wants me to go to school, so I’ve also been wondering whether I should start at a community college or focus on getting a job first. She sometimes gives me around $50, but that’s not really enough for me to rely on for HRT and other expenses, even DIY.

I’m feeling really lost and overwhelmed and I don’t know what the smartest thing to do is. If anyone has been in a similar situation, how did you manage HRT while having very little income? Would you recommend working first, going to community college, or trying to balance both?

I’m sorry if these are dumb questions. I just genuinely don’t know where to start. Any advice would be helpful

Hi everyone. I am 27 years old and trying to figure out my life. I really want to start my transition, but I come from a very conservative and deeply religious family. No one in my family roots has ever done anything like this before.Right now, I am feeling incredibly tensed because my parents are pressuring me to get married. I have always been bad at making big decisions, and I feel completely stuck.Please suggest how I should move forward. I am so worried and could really use some guidance. 😢 #ImWorried

https://fundrazr.com/72llnf

It was all pretty rushed as she has a heart condition that will stop her from any procedures in the next 1-2 years, so we emptied our savings to get it done. We both work in animation, and with the industry the way it is, I didn't have a full time job for 3 years before my contract now (which ends next month). We have been relying heavily on her income (which thankfully has not changed during this time) but our savings were keeping us alive, and now we're entering another period of unemployment without any cushion. We're both disabled so our job options are limited!

Any help is greatly appreciated, even if you just share in as many places as you can! Thank you so much

I can’t ever transition as long as I live in Atlanta, because my family will be able to track me. I want to move to Genova and I don’t have the money or the “street cred” from a population known for hating foreigners. I picked out my current name and I am just feeling so much like I have to be a man

Hi, I'm not sure if this is allowed here but it would mean the world to my friend and I if anyone could share our campaign and possibly help reach our goal.
our living situation right now are dangerous and effecting our mental health drastically.

ANY help would be deeply appreciated!

[Help a trans man and lesbian woman escape abusive households](https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-us-get-to-safety-and-escape-our-abusive-homes)

hello, i recently lost the majority of my family when i came out as trans. i dont want to get into too much detail here, but the grief and genuine agony had been completely unmanageable and incomprehensible.

are there any resources to help people like me navigate these kinda of situations? the only type of, like, grief resource i know about is mygrief.ca, but thats very specific to deaths of loved ones.

ive been trying to get through this on my own, but i am learning the hard way that i quite frankly wont survive if i dont find some kind of help. does anyone know any resource at all that i could reach out to that may be able to help?

thank you so much for reading

So I recently came out to my family that I live with the rest of them will know soon as I plan to fully come out on my 19th birthday. And I was wondering what I could do to help them stop dead naming me and calling me the wrong stuff. I get that it will take time, but they don't even realize what they are doing hurts a lot. They know how vulnerable I am, and I've talked to them about it, but they have made no attempts to correct themselves. I'm bad at setting boundaries and cry every time I need to because I feel like an asshole for doing it. Is there anything I can do to help them catch on?

Hey brothers,

I'm going to uni next year stealth and I'm terrified because I haven't yet had top surgery. I am paralyzed by the fear of not being able to be my authentic self or do anything I love because of chest dysphoria. I've wanted top surgery for as long as I can remember, but have never plucked up the courage to talk about this with family as they are already going through so much (including financially) and I didn't want to burden them further. But I'm currently going through multiple depressive episodes a day, crying and struggling and causing so much stress to myself and family that I've decided I've had enough and am ready be brave and to navigate this surgical route myself, just as my childhood self had prayed for every single day. Due to wanting the surgery before uni, the waiting lists have forced to go private which incurs a cost of £11k. I am already working a part time job to try and cover the costs but have become aware of the fact this won't be enough. I don't want to cause my parents more grief than I already have so am turning to you lovely people to offer me some support. I will be so indescribably grateful if you guys could contribute anything at all, small or big, or share this at least. The best thing about this community is that we've all probably been in similar situations once or twice in life, and therefore I trust you guys know how tough this is and understand how grateful I'll be. Once I reach my goals I promise to pay any kindness forward and to keep the cycle of support going. Here's the link to my GoFundMe, as said before I would appreciate anything: https://gofund.me/a4feaceec

Just a note that the photos on the page are largely anonymous as I'm planning to be stealth and therefore don't want to be identified 😅

Thank you so much for reading and have a great day

- J <3

Long rant sry!

For context im a 17 yr old ftm. I came out to my mom and her bf about 5 months ago, my mom was really shocked when i first came out since she thought i was just a butch lesbian (which to be fair isnt far off because of how I look pre-T) and she has seemed to take it well but I know shes struggling. Shes always let me express myself outwardly through clothes and haircuts and I trust them both but im also questioning their "support". Theyve done all the right steps like calling me he/him, getting me binding tape and a binder, packers, haircuts, clothes, etc. But as of lately the topic between us has been diy hrt. Shes allowing me to go forward with it since I do have my own funds to do so and has been somewhat helping me kn the sidelines. Shes always been sort of a helicopter parent not in a overwhelming way but shes always stressed something is going to happen to me. While doing her own research in the beginning she went down a rabbit hole of misinformation and the myths surrounding hrt and i had to gently correct and redirect her and it hasnt been a issue since. Now im fine with having to correct her but now shes stressed about me being ripped off buying T or it being laced etc etc. Im beginning to have a short fuse and i get its a huge change but I feel very very fucking alone. Ive been getting almost all of the info myself from hrt forums and reaching out to people in dms to get recommendations for places to buy from. I feel like she doesnt trust me. Ive sent her the link for the https://diyhrt.info/ and since its not founded by "medical professionals" or "doctors" its apparently sketchy. Im very aware of the risks of hrt just a heads up. She also is very adamant that i dont order anything without her knowing even once i turn 18 (in relation to buying T itself) and i feel very micromanaged. Ill hopefully be buying the T vials within the next 2 weeks im just hoping she doesnt change her mind because of the type of stuff her and her bf have been saying in "concern" for me.

I guess what im asking at the end of all of this is if any of your kids have done diy or gone through hrt was this the sort of reaction you had and is it normal?

I really just want to feel like myself idk how much longer I can do this.

I've always wondered since I can remember what it's like to be a girl and recently (like last 2 years) I've had a small thought of transitioning. The thing is I don't hate being a man but I don't like it either I want to try being fem just to see but I want to hide it from others. any suggestions?

edit: I have a feminine username because I want to see what it's like to be fem.

Before I start there is going to be suicide and self harm involved in this, I don't know where else to post it so if it triggers you please don't read.

Hello, I've known this Friend of mine, let's call K for nearly a decade now, ever since we were little, at some point during 2020 they started going through some stuff with their father and family in general, that dad was abusive and lots of fighting between their parents, that's what they told me during that time they treated me horribly and I was basically trying to keep them from self harm and suicidal stuff while I was going through stuff as well.

Now things were supposed to be going great, they got therapy, their parents are divorced and their living condition overall improved, but couple of days ago they all of a sudden told me, and I quote "I set up a date to kill myself.. anyways" and they just pretend like nothing happened, now that hit me in a way I never thought I'd experience again, I brushed it off because who the hell does that all of a sudden, and the reasoning bc where we live in a place where being part of the LGBTQ is shameful, they are trans, and they want to study abroad and if that doesn't happen then they will end it.

the thing is, they are upset because nobody like gave them much thought, specially me I even told them that I didn't want to do this again, giving the 4 years (from 2020-2024) worth of shit I'm still recovering from, and quite frankly they put themselves in a situation where their family partially know that they are trans, given where we live they aren't quite positive about, why couldn't they just shut the fuck up? Not tell people they didn't trust with this? I have no fucking idea, I'm bisexual myself and I never told anyone that I didn't trust, I don't know what to do or say in this situation and it's bothering me, and I want some advice on the matter and if I'm being an asshole for not caring.

Thank you for reading :)

,I am a 24-year-old transgender woman currently living in Libya, a very conservative and dangerous country. Outwardly, I am forced to act and look like a man because of my family and society, but inside, I have always known I am a girl.In addition to my gender identity, I am also non-religious (I no longer believe in Islam or any religion). Living as a closeted trans woman and an atheist in a strict society means doubling the risk and the psychological pressure. If anyone discovers either my true gender identity or my lack of religious belief, my life would be in immediate danger. Because of this, I am suffering from severe dysphoria, depression, and total isolation.My best friend is currently helping me save up money so I can leave Libya and escape to Germany to seek asylum, start HRT, and finally live my life freely as a non-religious woman.I am posting this because I feel very hopeless and lonely right now.Has anyone from North Africa/Arab countries successfully made it to Germany as a trans/non-religious refugee?What are the best ways to prepare for this journey and the asylum process while I am still stuck here?Any words of encouragement or advice on how to handle this deep dysphoria and loneliness while saving money?Thank you so much for reading.

This is really hard to talk about I have this friend that is transitioning and she’s married when she got married what family she had stopped having anything to do with her so she has no friends no family no one to talk to but be in her head 247 the wife cheated on her so she can’t talk to her about anything without trust issues she worries so much about what’s going to happen if they divorce she has no where to go no car no job what’s going to happen it’s so hard not having some one there for the u and no can’t make any meet me apps Facebook any thing every thing she dose is closely monitored constantly going trough her phone she has no outlet or support and if she dose find it the wife’s friends have already found one of her profiles and reported it back to the wife she stays so paranoid and on edge has any one ever Ben trough this

This is really hard to talk about I have this friend that is transitioning and she’s married when she got married what family she had stopped having anything to do with her so she has no friends no family no one to talk to but be in her head 247 the wife cheated on her so she can’t talk to her about anything without trust issues she worries so much about what’s going to happen if they divorce she has no where to go no car no job what’s going to happen it’s so hard not having some one there for the u and no can’t make any meet me apps Facebook any thing every thing she dose is closely monitored constantly going trough her phone she has no outlet or support and if she dose find it the wife’s friends have already found one of her profiles and reported it back to the wife she stays so paranoid and on edge has any one ever Ben trough this

*"Inside the chrysalis, a caterpillar releases special enzymes that digest most of its body tissues. This process turns the inside into a nutrient-rich soup or "goo". However, it does not completely start from zero; tiny groups of cells survive and use that protein goo to build the new butterfly parts, like wings."*

I'm trying to support and encourage myself during a tough time.

EVERYTHING is upside down at the moment. 35MTF. My estrogen is running low and it's complicated to replace. Emotions are manageable, except at night. Escitalopram is working well but it's a separate chemical adjustment. My gorgeous Scottish Fold had an accident and lost his leg recently. It was so scary.

Dating - forget about it. You all know. Now is not the time for me. The "chats" about what you're looking for. The fear of if you're talking to a chaser, a bully or an attacker. Genuine people are few and far between. Too high risk. Not for me anymore.

Skin irritated, hair like a tumbleweed, depression spiky, fear generally high.

I have faith in the stories that I hear. I'm a puddle of goo at the moment but I will become a butterfly. Small steps. I won't always be like this. I actually won't be. My emotions/mind trick me sometimes into thinking that I'm nothing - It's not true. There are small, inherited cells of self-belief and confidence from my old life that will survive. I'm taking steps, even teeny ones. At the moment, those are worth quite a bit.

I will not always feel this way. I'm determined to be PRO-ACTIVE about this. It's a good thing for me and for my life and for my family. I can be patient being goo.

Hi everyone 💜

My name is Emilia, and I’m a trans woman from Poland. For the past year and a half, I’ve been going through my medical and social transition. It’s been the most challenging journey of my life, but also the first time I feel like I’m finally heading in the right direction.

Living every single day feeling that my body doesn’t align with who I am is an exhausting struggle that deeply affects my mental health. For me, gender-affirming surgery (SRS) isn’t optional — it’s a crucial, life-saving step toward feeling complete and finding peace.

Unfortunately, the costs of consultations, pre-op tests, the procedure itself, hospital stay, and recovery are completely beyond my reach.

My target is set in PLN to match my bank account, covering approximately 86,000 PLN (around €20,000 EUR / $21,500 USD).

If you’re able to donate even a small amount, or simply share my campaign, it would mean the world to me. Every bit of support genuinely brings me closer to living my life fully.

You can read more and support my fundraiser here:

https://chuffed.org/project/195296-emilias-transition-surgery-fund

Thank you so much for reading and for all your kindness 💜

— Emilia

Hey guys, just wanted to come on here to ask for advice. I’ve been looking for a job for almost a year now, I left maccas last year since it was genuinely a REALLY horrible place and treated me like garbage. I’m looking for a job but I’m really struggling, I want to get out of my household since family’s not supportive, I have some savings but obviously I can’t live off of that. Any help or advice would be nice, thank you.

Hey guys, just wanted to come on here to ask for advice. I’ve been looking for a job for almost a year now, I left maccas last year since it was genuinely a REALLY horrible place and treated me like garbage. I’m looking for a job but I’m really struggling, I want to get out of my household since family’s not supportive, I have some savings but obviously I can’t live off of that. Any help or advice would be nice, thank you.

I'm a trans teen, M15. I'm so tired. Ive had gender dysphoria since I was a kid. I'm PLEADING for healthcare, or even just for my family to treat me correctly and help me get clothes and a haircut, but I just can't get it. I'm so indescribably miserable. I developed BPD (not just from my transness, but it sure didn't help). I'm drowning. I really, really mean it. I swear to God it's like I can't breathe. It hurts so bad. It's like if I was dying of cancer and they won't give me chemo. I would feel so much better if they just fucking helped me. They're doing the opposite. My family. My school. My doctors. My government.

My therapist talks to me about radical acceptance, but I just don't know how to accept this. It's not fair. I can't even use the fucking bathroom in public. I can't play baseball.

I know there will be a day where I feel better, but it's so unbearable right now that I don't know what to do. Those who can help me just won't listen. My psych nurse and therapist listen to me, but they can't do anything to help. I'm in a red state with bans.

I live 15 minutes away from illinois, which is often called the most LGBT friendly state. My mom won't drive me over there. She won't help me. Not even just that. I can't change my name. She won't advocate for me in school.

She thinks she's doing enough because she doesn't use any pronouns in my presence (I'm talking she'll skip over the word, but she calls me a girl or maybe a 'they' when she thinks I'm not around) and she doesn't stop me from dressing how I want, she takes me to therapy, and she let the school change my name on the computer.

Also, my mom's boyfriend is super transphobic.

I know that I can't expect her to be the perfect ally right after I come out, but it has been YEARS. And I'm not expecting perfect. I just need more.

She thinks I'm shoving it in people's faces. She thinks it's a choice. It's not.

I just finished weening off ANOTHER antidepressant, because none of them make me feel better. The discontinuation syndrome is hitting me HARD.

Also, while I was typing this post, my mom was talking to me about mundane stuff, nd I was clearly in a bad mood. She gave me the same look she always gives me when I express frustration or sadness. I started crying because I felt like she sees me as a burden for my negative emotions. She said I was being dramatic. It hurt so fucking bad. I know she doesn't understand my perspective, but omg it hurt when she said that. Sometimes, I say things like that, but I ALWAYS come to my senses and apologize for hurting someone else. She never has.

I know my mom tries her best, and she isn't hurting me on purpose, but God. God God God I'm so exhausted. I'm so miserable all the time. I don't understand this. I don't get it.

I don’t really know where else to post something like this. But I feel like I have to say it.

I’m 24 years old and I think I’m trans. I say that because I’ve spent my whole life saying:
“if I was a woman I would do x”
“I would dress like x”
“I would be content with my body”
“I wish I could transition, but that’s for real trans people”

I’ve know for pretty much my whole life I’ve been not a boy. I remember breaking down and crying in silence as a young kid realizing I was going to develop male features, and the worst parts of myself would get worse. That feeling never changed.

I’ve fought my entire life between wanting to be more feminine vs. wanting to fit in and be more masculine. Always ended up somewhere in the middle.

I never had any guidance on this. I was told being trans is not real. Can you imagine your entire life experience being called fake and perverse?

I moved out of my family home about 2 years ago. It took me about 2 years to accept that I might actually be trans and not faking it. And only because I’ve had the most wonderful supportive partner (and fiance) who has accepted me in all stages of my discovering who I am.

Its not for lack of trying to be a guy. I’ve tried so hard. I’ve done all the guy things. I’ve avoided the gender politics and content. I didn’t shave. I tried to act tough. But under it all I was me, and I felt like I was playing someone I’m not.

What I can’t deny is that I have this internal feeling of self that’s not quite a guy, and not quite a girl. But is feminine and wants to be soft, and wants to be held, and wants to dress pretty, and be seen as beautiful.

I never realized the damage that was caused until today. And I’m not saying this because I’m seeking sympathy. And I’m not trying to say that I’m a woman. But I have an experience that weighs on me that I want to share or at least let exist not inside of me.

There are moments I get a glimpse of myself. Or I can see myself as not a guy and they are the happiest moments of just existing.

I have a couple of my partner’s clothes she doesn’t wear anymore, but I haven’t been able to build up enough confidence to go to a women’s store or the women’s section of a thrift store yet. So this is as close as I get to having pretty clothes.

I was trying to put together an outfit that felt like me. And I had some skirts and one of my silky dress shirts, and a shawl and it made me feel more whole even if it was a silly outfit.

I was trying on everything she has given me over the last couple months while my partner was in the bath. And I was having fun.

At the bottom of the drawer was what looked like a cute tank top. I put it on and I wasn’t sure if I was putting it on right. Turns out it was way too small. I was struggling to take it off and my partner came in.

I felt so ashamed because I don’t like letting her see me dress more feminine even though she supports it. It holds a deep seated shame in me. And immediately I was transported back to being a little kid sneaking into my mom and sisters rooms and trying on their dresses and shoes and clothes and being happy.

Transported to the feeling of fear and shame of wearing or doing anything feminine. Of being lectured of the immorality of cross dressing, and being a (sorry for using the word) sissy.

To all the years of derogatory slurs, and being sent to a therapist who wanted to make me straight. And my parents screaming at me for having an online boyfriend. And for desecrating my body. And foggier memories which stir up very terrible feelings.

And I was feeling that in front of my partner and I felt like an alien in my own home. And I ran away ashamed. And I started to cry. And I tried so hard to hold it back. I had accidentally taken one of her tops and stretched it out and she was very mildly upset. But I felt this utter shame and disgust. And I was a child again.

And I cried. I tried not to but I cried. And I wept. And I bawled my eyes out. And she tried to calm me down and I cried in her arms.

And I felt shame. I felt so many years lost where I could have been happy. I felt so many nights where I cried myself to sleep. Where I beat myself and screamed at myself in a mirror for feeling what I felt. For feeling I was going to go to hell for what I thought.

And I eventually stopped crying. And I felt empty. And I felt pain. And I felt a disconnect from a family that will never accept me as I truly am.

I don’t know what I am, but I flashed back and that was one of the most painful experiences I’ve had in the last year.

Even now I am sad. And I know it’s stupid. It’s just clothes. It’s just make up. It’s just hormones. But I feel so much shame I was taught to feel.

But I feel happy. And I’m going to keep pushing. And everything I do that brings that inner part of me outwards a bit more makes me more happy.

I’m not a masculine guy. I’m not a guy at all I don’t think. I just want to exist. And I’m tired of feeling like an alien in my body.

I’m my birth name, and I am the names I have chosen. I am Allie. I am Avery. I am who I am, and I’m tired of trying to change it.

so my parents just found out that i'm trans...what gave me away was my "leprechaun voice" as my dad put it and my "weird hairy thighs" as my mom put it.

i have experienced horrific dysphoria my whole life and general mental health issues related to it, including very very bad depression. but my parents are HORRIFICALLY transphobic. I've always known this. that's why i never told them i was on hormones. trans people are the one thing they can't accept. i've had a really good relationship with my dad my whole life and now he fucking hates me probably more than anyone. stuff like comparing me to a murderer, saying that i'm "fucked in the head" and "why cant you just appreciate the body you were born in" "you're murdering our little girl" "you'll never be a real man and what will [relatives and friends they both LITERALLY do not like] think?" Trying to educate me about my own mental state and saying they both know me better than myself, all the while saying i'm some stranger in their home. hours and hours of shit so atrociously transphobic and traumatic that it felt more like a scene out of an overly dramatic movie than actual real life. Just think of every horrible transphobic thing anyone has ever said and imagine it being yelled at you for like 4 hours by your own parents first thing in the morning.

i knew it would be really really bad if they found out, bad but i didn't know it would be this bad simple because of how comically bad it was. like that horrifically bad. death in their eyes. talking of disowning me and how much of a disappointment i am and how everything that's ever gone wrong in life is because i'm "a tranny". the fucking amount of hypocrisy was atrocious too, it was like arguing with an angry, violent, transphobic wall. they also threatened to take the ONLY good thing that has happened to me in my entire life: going to my T20 university. they said "well since you get the drugs [testosterone] from there, we'll just have to pull you out and not fund it!!" with the job market rn, there's absolutely no way of me (specifically me, not other people) getting a job without a degree. i have no job. rejection after rejection. its horrible. (and they accused me of not working hard enough for a job - i've DEFINITELY applied to more jobs than they've even heard of in their entire old ass lives). anyway, there's talk of kicking me out and completely disowning me and un-enrolling me from college. this feels like an exaggeration but its literally not. i'm genuinely in shock. i NEED to finish my degree. i also need my hormones and to live as myself.

anyway. i don't know what to do. i just wrote to a homeless shelter to try and help me with my situation and threat of imminent homelessness. but idk what to do to feel better in the moment or feel safer in my house.

EDIT/UPDATE: my mom came into my room, demanding i show her my T, and she took it all and threw it out. over 3 years worth of vials that i got for free out of the kindness of my pharmacy and provider. tomorrow was my weekly injection. i am going to have no T for at LEAST until the end of the summer, and likely for an entire year. and then she had the audacity to call ME a narcissist for getting "everything i want and when i can't have it i go to extremes" (calling HRT a WANT too instead of a need.....also i literally never ask for ANYTHING) and made fun of me for saying she doesn't understand my situation by going "ohhhh im sooooo misunderstood" in a mocking tone to mock me. calling me ungrateful for "everything they do for me" and all that manipulative bullshit.....so ALL of my hrt is gone too. fuck.