TW: (perceived?) Transphobia
So. I had a shit day yesterday. Doomscrolling my home page on YouTube and found a short. I commented on the author, cuz he seems like he thinks hes some kind of parasocial psychology expert or something, cuz I thought I could give my perspective on my recent transition journey and be met with intelligent discourse.
All I was met with is some variation of “poor wife” or “you aren’t telling the whole story.” Then the invasion of the shitheels that have been spouting transphobic nonsense here.
Tried to take a bath today to reset my brain. (I get baths now. It’s kinda like meditation for me.) I didn’t have any tops I felt comfortable wearing, so I went to the thrift store and found… Nothing.
“How does this relate to the title?” you find yourself asking. Well, if you remember, I made a post the other day about seeing my mom. About thinking it went well.
I asked today if at some point in the future, she would help me learn makeup and nails and whatever.
I think you’re confusing with me loving you and accepting this. I’m not supporting this decision
What The Fuck.
The one other person I thought I could go to for help, other than my ex, and I get rejected, again?
I just feel so isolated. I have no female role models to try to help me be myself, no trusted women in my life. Tried going on nextdoor and introducing myself in a gay group, cuz I wanted to try to be involved with my local LGBT group, and was met with “okay, but are you gay?” Even tho I laid out I was trans in my intro post. I guess it was gay in the guys looking for guys sense, not a homosexual support/ friend network like I thought.
I’ve got an appointment with my social worker (mental health) on the seventh, but this week has got me so fucked up.
I don’t want my kids to help me, and I don’t know why. I guess it’s just my parental mental block, that I’m supposed to take care of them, not the other way around? I just wanted a woman I love and support to love and support me. To learn from the masters haha. I guess I gotta watch YouTube tutorials and ask strangers for fashion advice I guess? Instead of getting personal care from people I thought cared?
I’m on my own with makeup and nail’s and all that.
At least on the positive side of things i get to enjoy learning how to express myself my way instead of dealing with 70 years of learned baggage and other people’s expectations of what is proper.
One thing I’ve learned folding laundry with partners is there’s a million ways to skin a cat, and most people only like a certain way.
You get to explore what you like without the extra baggage of such “timeless” advice as “ladies pinch, whores use rouge”.