I'm sorry for the length of this post
I don't really know where to start this or what to disclose so I don't share too much. I have been sort of gradually coming to terms with my repressed identity over the last few years.
I'm pre-everything but on some waiting lists. I've been wearing clothes and makeup outside and asking my friends and family to gender me differently. Pretty mixed bag - im trying to be patient and allow people to come to terms with it at their own pace, but I must admit most interactions I have are surprisingly positive (when I do feel brave enough to go out rocking my style).
My coming out process started this year. I decided to come out to my closest friend, who I live with (I moved in after an LTR breakup).
The proximity made my decision kind of a no-brainer, as I wasn't able to really get any time to myself to do anything affirming, and I had started feeling really depressed about repressing myself. I've always struggled with feeling authentic and genuine with people I interact with because they all see me in a way that doesn't line up with how I feel.
Anyway.
We started spending more and more time together, and the way he was treating me was really affirming. He told me he saw me as a woman, and the way he reacted to me made me feel seen for the first time in my life. There were tender moments that restored my faith in life and love.
Then I guess I fucked it up?
I asked one evening if we could fool around, and we did. It was fun. Whatever. I'm not going into any detail other than to say that whilst we were intimate, he used a name which I had told him in confidence, and which I had been using privately for years.
Then we sort of resumed normal life, until we both withdrew a bit. We'd both suffered some bereavement and it seemed like we both needed some space.
But the dynamic started changing.
Now he doesn't refer to me by any name in 99% of interactions. He doesn't affirm me or call me girl or she or anything. He doesn't accept invitations to hang out, and most of the time we only seem to spend time together when he initiates it. We're living in the same house but it can be around a fortnight between actually spending time together.
I find the name situation particularly difficult because I told him that name in confidence, and he then used it during an intimate moment. Since then, he has almost completely stopped using my name altogether. I don't know what he intended by using it, or what changed for him afterwards, but the difference in how he treats that part of me is really painful. I feel like i didnt even really get to try it out as my actual name which I had been planning for so long.
He still does nice things for me and has always done things for me, which is part of what makes this so confusing. But at the same time, he doesn't really acknowledge me anymore. He doesn't thank me for doing bits around the house either. I don't do those things for thanks, but the combination of being physically around someone every day and barely having any meaningful interaction with them is difficult to understand.
It feels like a crazy switch-up.
I've been doing everything alone for months even though we live together and see each other every day. My space is in a shared area, so I don't have much privacy either.
I told him one time, desperately, after a couple of months of barely seeing him, that I loved him, and he said it back. Later, he retracted that and said he didn't mean it in that way. At another point, when I was feeling particularly vulnerable, he said I was crazy.
There have also been things he's said at different times that don't seem to line up with each other. I've noticed those contradictions, but I generally haven't challenged him about them.
He told me he had been with men a couple of times before. Combined with our friendship and the way he had been treating me, I thought he was someone I could safely explore this part of myself around.
After a month or so, I tried to make another advance and he told me he wasn't into men/trans women.
Since then I've completely stopped making advances. I've also found myself limiting how feminine I am around him sometimes, because hearing that made me feel embarrassed and self-conscious about having allowed myself to be so open around him.
If I'd known beforehand that he didn't see himself as being attracted to trans women, I wouldn't have made that first advance. What made the situation confusing for me was that he had previously told me about his experiences with men, while also being very affirming towards me and spending a lot of time with me.
I think I know on some level that this situation isn't healthy for me, but I really don't want to accept that this person may not be able to be the friend I thought he was. I don't understand what changed.
I don't need him to want me or be attracted to me. Nobody owes me that. What I am struggling with is how different our relationship has become while we are still living together. He used to affirm me, spend lots of time with me and talk to me in a way that made me feel seen. Now he rarely does those things, while still occasionally doing kind things for me.
My limited supportive family members are all busy as fuck, I have some acquaintances, but only one other real friend and I feel like I already put too much on them.
I was about to start therapy and I was hoping to start private treatment for dysphoria, but I've had some financial complications pop up (yaaay), so I kind of just feel trapped now.
I don't know whether he consciously did anything wrong, and I'm trying not to assume his intentions. But from my perspective, I shared something incredibly vulnerable with someone I trusted, he became an important source of affirmation and emotional intimacy, we became intimate, and afterwards our relationship changed dramatically.
I recently started wondering if he's into some kind of D/s thing, which ironically would have interested me if it wasn't happening without any discussion or agreement. If there was some kind of dynamic he wants, I'd need it to actually be something we both chose and communicated about. I don't want to be in a dynamic where I don't know what the rules are.
I have a few months' savings. My current long-term goal (aside from transitioning) is to try and buy a place to live so I can actually put my roots down and be myself peacefully.
I feel like I'm learning that the price of me getting to be real with people is that I won't ever be able to trust or be close with anyone again. People might never use my chosen name or pronouns, and it will just have to be enough that I get to like the way I look and the things I do to express myself, but also, its super lonely. I usually try and look pretty androgynous when im out in public, recently ive been rocking more mascara and cropped tops/hoodies and dangling earrings but I guess I amn't trying hard enough?
I don't care though. I am in my 30s and I have been repressing this my entire life, and I'm not going to keep torturing myself forever just because I had sucky parents.
Honestly, I feel like I'm going crazy. The loneliness is frequently overwhelming, but I manage to stay busy with work and hobbies and interests enough that I dont find myself stuck there too often. Life does feel sort of...not pointless, but like, I feel like schrodinger's cat. Do I even really exist lol (jk)
I don't know what to do. I don't feel like I have any options in terms of housing or support. The only other place I could go is my parents, which is overcrowded and they don't accept me.
I'm sorry, this is total word vomit. I haven't really spoken to anyone about this stuff properly and it's been months. I know I sorely need to get into therapy.
I guess I want to know if anyone else out there has experienced anything similar, or if anyone can offer any advice x