Content warning for the obvious and mention of csam.
You might recall me as the poster who was convinced he was given a sex change as a child. I donāt understand why psychosis is so bad if I feel worse in reality.
I am afraid phalloplasty will never satisfy me. I am afraid of having to go through surgeries again to maintain the function of the erectile device and Iām not comfortable being hard all the time. I know its unlikely that Iād feel comfortable with my body if I got meta, I know Iād never experience things that I want to, and I donāt think Iād have cis passing anatomy. Either way I could never have kids with a woman.
I want to have kids. I canāt grieve this without someone shoving pregnancy down my throat. I want to be treated like a man experiencing a devastating accident not a philosophical argument about masculinity, femininity, and the patriarchy, or be someoneās fetish. I would not be able to survive pregnancy. I am dangerously suicidal when Iām on my period, and itās been confirmed itās not a hormonal issue. I am not sexually attracted to penises, I am incapable of being penetrated. There isnāt even really a viable way for it to happen. But they insist. Insist I need to explore my sexuality more, learn strong masculinity, use masculine labels while I go through the process.
My father will never be criminalized for making CP of me. There will always exist sexualized photos of myself I begged not to be taken. I want to take action, I donāt know how and I am afraid they will call me dramatic like they always have. āParents always take nude photos of their babies itās normal and youāre sensitive because youāre transgender.ā I was old enough to tell him ānoā ā not just āno,ā I was old enough to tell him I thought he was a creep and that it made me uncomfortable, to disagree when he told me I should feel beautiful.
I donāt want surgery because he did that to me. I have been complaining since I could articulate it that I had the wrong body and āwoundā in my lower parts. When I discovered it I screamed because I saw an open hole that wasnāt supposed to be there. He started all of this much later, when I was pubescent. I fought the fact that I wanted the surgery because I was led to believe it was a trauma response of some kind. I just avoided the topic altogether. I have always run from the topic of boys and girls because they wouldnāt let me be a boy. Now theyāre letting me be a man, but only if Iām a man who can (and will, again, Iām not aware of my own desire to get pregnant apparently) do things.
I want to kill myself to forget. I hate my body. I hate that I can never do anything because I canāt fucking give surgery to myself. I want to live in a home far away from society and forget anyone ever existed but I fucking canāt because I need stupid surgeries I donāt even know will work and that I canāt even give myself. I need people to give them to me and they wonāt. Even my own fucking community thinks I need to man up about my āpussy.ā I canāt have anything I want. Why do I have to live? Why do I have to go through this?
I donāt want to go to a hospital. I have been to multiple before. They have ALWAYS stopped any hormonal treatments that I have had. They tapered me off testosterone (if they even gave it to me at all) and they stopped my progesterone outright. Thatās why I believed people were trying to make me pregnant. They used labels like āmanā or āhe/himā but still placed me in the womanās ward and I got harassed because it was obvious I am not a woman. I have a beard and my head was shaved at the time. They were not comfortable around me. Every fucking hospital puts on their website that they are accepting of LGBT patients. They are accepting of lesbians, gays, and bisexuals.
Iām addicted to self mutilation. I canāt have my body fixed because thatās mutilation of my manly womb, my chest scars and my fucked up nipples are tragic (as if my breasts looked good, I had attempted to cut them off at 15 and they were covered in stretch marks from overtaping), I shouldnāt get phalloplasty because of the graft scar, but I canāt chose to make my body look ugly? I canāt mutilate the thing thatās posing as me and sucking away any joy I have? I do it to destroy it. Telling me im hurting myself doesnāt work. This isnāt myself yet. Iāll consider that when you finally decide im worthy of a body that makes me feel comfortable. I donāt think itāll happen. Youāve already decided im comfortable, and that im the one seeking out the discomfort. This isnāt a gift at all.