Tuesday, 29 January 2013

Debriefing.


It’s been a while, and a lot has happened. So there will be this post, to debrief, and another to talk about the coming year.

Since my brother found out, things were alright for a while. I figured I had an ally. Turns out he was a double agent.

I worked up the courage to gather an e-mail for my parents, the words both faintly bitter and telling them directly. I included a load of links (not like the ones on my last post) that explained absolutely everything, even went to the trouble of finding them a pdf document that literally went through how to handle, what to do and say. I mentioned that I’d had to find my own councellor – backfired, she had no idea what to do with me – and said how difficult it can be to just leave my room.

If that didn’t do it, I was sure nothing would, and I was right. I got a mass of crap about nobody caring what gender I am, and refusal to address me how I want them to.

I just left it, figuring there was nothing I could do, but the next weekend they both got a little drunk at woke me at 6am with their shouting downstairs. They wished they’d never let me online, intended to spring a conversation on me without warning. I texted my brother, which seemed like a good plan, told him about my name changing that I’d intended to do in three weeks when my partner visits. He told my parents and the next evening I was called downstairs to talk to them all.

It boils down to the fact that I’m too young. Apparently. Too young to know what’s really good for me, because at my age things that seem important won’t be, later on. I’m not allowed to ‘mutilate’ my body, or modify it, because I’ll regret it down the line. And no name changing. Oh, and meet them half way on all this.

Problem being, they’ve not given me a halfway, just their way.

My mother confronted me separately, a few days before, told me not to bind, because she hates what it’s doing to me, it’s damaging, it’s ridiculous, me saying that my chest makes me uncomfortable. Even suggested it’s a mental instability.

But when it comes down to it, they still want me to be happy. Somehow.

So I’m interpreting it as follows: While parents may be correct about many things, simply because they have more experience, that is not the case when it comes to LGBT* problems, or our own bodies. They’re idiotically gender stereotypical, and selfishly don’t want to lost ‘their daughter’. Nobody can tell you what you think. I just have to hang in for a while longer. Once I hit 18, they actually have no control, and I can do anything I need to, telling them once and for all that this has been hanging over my head my entire life, and I’m sick of their lies.

Only 16 months until I’m 18. Only four until I’m old enough to fly without their need for consent, so I can run to Sweden when I need to.

It’s going to be alright, I hope. It has to be, really, there’s no way around it.

I also got some awesome support today, but more on that another day when I’ve had time to type everything together.

Monday, 28 January 2013

Coping with or Tackling Gender Dysphoria

I'm using this title in hope that people who need advice may stumble across it. I've spent hours scrolling through web pages trying to find help with these issues. And I know something like this is exactly what I'm looking for.

I'm going to put in a load of links here that have helped me. As well as it hopefully helping others, if I need to access these links away from my laptop, I'll be able to. So it's good for all, really.

These aren't specific, either. Transguys or girls can benefit from these, I think. Of course, what helps is entirely subjective, but I can only do so much.

First, I can't sing the praises of Susan's Place enough. A safe space for Trans* folk, intersex, pre or post op, anything in between to talk about all the issues that you'd usually be thinking 'it's a trans* thing' if you considered trying to explain. They have different posts for literally anything, even stuff you'd not dare to bring up yourself. I've found that looking through the posts and discussions helps because there are other people having problems, too, and we're not alone in this.

Some notes on meditation has helped me a heck of a lot. Actually, that entire blog. I think I may have mentioned ellie before, but for the purposes of people who only find this page, I'll pretend otherwise. They talk about various breathing techniques they've found that help, and books to help if you want further reading. The rest of the blog is well written, thoughtful, and just generally fascinating.

Autostraddle is actually a blog for lesbians all over the world. They cover gay topics and such, and newsworthy things that are just important (their coverage of the USA elections were particularly good). Despite happily being a gay mostly asexual transguy that's engaged to a wonderful and perfect girl over in Sweden (I never suggested I'm conforming), I actually stalk this website a fair amount. They've got two posts that help with dysphoria, and there are probably more, I just haven't found them yet. Just going through the blog itself helps me, reminds me how much good there can be in the world. But less of that, this is about you guys.
   '25 things to help dysphoria seem smaller and quieter' is exactly as it sounds. As is a 'Make-It-Better' box. I have two, and am considering a third. One goes in my school bag, and is a wooden die. I fill it with a Swedish coin, a Doctor Who badge, guitar pic, 'fairy stone', with a hole in the middle that supposedly helps you to see fairies, a few other odd little things, and a bag of earl grey tea, in case I'm desperately in need for a sit down and chill out moment. The other lives on my desk, with a glitter-made gay flag pattern on top and the promo pictures of Benedict Cumberbatch and Johnny Lee Miller's Frankenstein at the National Theatre. It reminds me that society doesn't always get it right, and even those who are perceived as monsters have their own emotions. It, too, has a Swedish coin, cinema tickets, a figurine of young Anakin Skywalker, a playing card of Loki (somebody I see as just trying to have fun, but horribly misunderstood and isolated, which led to his downfall), a small device that was once in a pen that plays out the sound of the TARDIS landing, or the old Who theme tune, and a load of other things that remind me of better times, of being happy. I can't stress enough how much having one of these around helps. Just knowing it's there, if I need it, is wonderful, and the time taken to put it together distracts you from everything else.

A good friend of mine, Ivan, wrote a poem a while ago. I'm sure he won't mind me sharing it here, since it's on his Tumblr anyway. More reminders that we're not alone in this struggle. Actually, I have a strange inkling this may have been almost directed at me.

I've mentioned before, when I found it, but there's also support for trans* folk who don't have supporting families, rather like myself. 40 moms, 40 messages is that support. Audios, videos and written pieces from mums, dads and families that take you under there wing for a few moments, to remind you that you're loved, even by those who don't know you. I was in a dysphoric place when I stumbled over this, and each message made me cry with relief.

Another 'how to cope' article, here, too. And finally, sorry ladies, here's a last tips guide. I'm sure it can still apply to trans*girls, but that wasn't the original audience, so you'll have to skip a few things.

That's all I've managed to gather, but I'll be sure to edit this accordingly if I find other sources.

Other things I've found to help are chocolate, music that you find relaxing, or a movie you connect with. For me, that's Sherlock, or Jeeves and Wooster, or all manner of gay-based films that I've mentioned in previous posts. Just taking some time alone, to think over everything. I find my thoughts drifting to when I know things will get better. For me, that's about nineteen months away, when I'll move to Brighton for Uni. I'm determined to get there, and my partner will meet me there. I can start transitioning, because I'll be old enough to tell my parents to stuff it and do what I know I've needed to all my life. I start planning what I'll leave behind, what I'll take with me. What matters, what I'll do.

It's mentioned in one of those links, but talking out loud works, too. Voicing your problems, or typing them. Stephen King talks about nobody really knowing where they stand on something until they've written it down. Getting all the pent up energy out really helps. Or writing a letter, talking about why you're feeling the way you are. Keep it, burn it, rip it up, whatever.

At the end of the day, dysphoria is down to the individual, as is how to make it go away, or even lessen it. Some things may work, some won't. But the amount of links and information, and the online community as a whole, show that it isn't something anybody has to go through alone.

Sunday, 30 December 2012

Bros have each other's backs.

My brother has been trying to get my Skype name for a while now, and swore at me when I refused to give him it. Last night, my parents found out my reluctance and said I was being mean and selfish, and the reason 'I'd just seriously rather not, let me have my privacy' clearly wasn't enough.

My real reasoning was that it's my chosen name, and my gender is male. But my parents pressured me more and more, and I was jumped into unexpectedly outing myself to my brother.

It's not all terrible, since I intended to tell him before I told my parents again anyway, I just wasn't expecting it to be so soon. Although, I've always worked best when I don't plan to do something at a specific time, and just go for it.

So I ran upstairs, and told my brother that if he opened the door and let me in, I'd tell him my Skype name, and explain myself because there was more to it. I was shaking so much, and he offered me a Rocky bar he had on the side, but I declined.

I decided to just go for it, asking if he'd heard of Transsexuality. He had! I proceeded to gesture at myself shakily. He pulled me to sit next to him, hugged me, and took hold of my hands, telling me that it didn't matter to him at all, and it was fine. He seems to think I still like women, though, on account of him thinking I crush on Scarlett Johansson. I wouldn't mind if I did, she's a beautiful woman, but I'm kind of gay and with a woman, anyway. Shh it makes perfect sense. He said it means we can both go drinking and oggle at women. So bro times ahead perhaps, although there'll be no oggling from my unless it's to compliment people's outfits and if anyone gets close I'll wave my ring at them.

Turns out, he saw the same documentary that I did, the one I wrote about a while ago. 'Boy Who Was Born A Girl', so he understood, and just asked my name. True, he proceeded to laugh and ask why, so I explained everything except that I got the name from Vampirates, a  damned awesome book. He told me to give mum and dad time, because it's not that they don't agree with it, more that they can't believe it's happening to them, to their little girl.

Me and my partner knew my brother would be a good ally, and I'm so happy that he knows now. He guessed about my relationship too, but doesn't believe in asexuality. I still reckon it's linked to my dysphoria, but it's all well and good.

It was spur of the moment, and I don't know quite how it happened, but it's a good sign and if telling my parents goes badly, I'll just go to him about it.


Friday, 28 December 2012

Holiday Parents.

I just stumbled across this site.

http://www.yourholidaymom.com/

And it is fantastic. 40 mums, dad, families have recorded or written messages to support Trans* kids, or anyone in the LGBTQ community that don't have supportive families. I've cried over each and every one that I have listened to or read, and it's such a strong confidence and love boost.

These people give their time to adopt you for the day and welcome you into their homes. They all say how you're always welcome and you matter to them; they'll be thinking of you these holidays, and it's just amazing. If you're feeling a little down, just go listen to one of these, and you'll instantly feel better about yourself and a little more hopeful.

That's all I have to share today. That, and the fact that it's making me want to go and out myself again. Maybe once my parents aren't so ill. I expect I'll end up yelling anyway.

Wednesday, 26 December 2012

Get dressed ye merry gentleman may nothing you dismay for it is Christmas Christmas Christmas Christmas Christmas day.

Merry Christmas one and all!

Warning this post is actually kinda boring and there's nothing Trans* related really but I always kinda wanted to write a Christmas day post.

Today started slow and crap, but it's picked up, and now I'm feeling good about it.

I woke at 9am and went downstairs to find my mum asleep downstairs. She caught the flu, and isn't feeling brilliant. My dad keeps irregular hours and doesn't usually get up until 3pm or later. And my brother. Well. He works at a night club in the next town, and because buses aren't running on Christmas, he was gonna get a lift home with a mate.

They didn't know and he tried to walk home, only to collapse of exhaustion and drunkenness (he's worked an 18 hour shift, then a six hour with no sleep between despite going home) and the police picked him up. We had a storm last night, he was bloody soaked when they picked him up. If they didn't, he could have died, seriously, and he doesn't even see how serious that is.

So my plans to get up and watch The Blue Carbuncle was thwarted by mum downstairs. I had to quietly open my presents and resorted to watching Aladdin on volume three so as not to wake her while trolling Tumblr.

I have issues with Aladdin now, since my partner gave me the Swedish version for Christmas and I realised the English voice actor for Aladdin is crap and Peter Jöback is the perfect voice and just no. And Jesus, their Genie is gayer than Robin William's version, even though I did not think that possible.

However. My stocking gift included invisible!Bilbo and it's beautiful. Also a stupidly female body spray, though. Which hurt a little.

When mum got up, we watched almost all of the old Superman movie, until a close family friend turned up and gave me a cool old French Policeman's cap. Looks exactly like something from Les Mis.

My dad got up at 2pm, then my brother followed at 4pm after having only got home at 9am when I got up. I got box sets (Jeeves and Wooster, League of Gentleman, Part one of Doctor Who Season 7, a DVD of Sherlock Holme's Smarter Brother), CDs (Mika - Life In Cartoon Motion, My Chemical Romance - Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, The Clash - London Calling, Rocky Horror Picture Show album), the next Young Sherlock Holmes book, a Holmes mousemat that's just a bloody artistic portrait and it's going on my wall, and a metal Basil Rathbone!Holmes plaque that's beautiful. And a new CD player/stereo thing. It's black and gorgeous and I'm in love with it. Not as much as you, though, my love.

Oh, and my partner gave me Swedish Aladdin with English option and the same of Basil The Great Mouse Detective, two of my favourite Disney movies leaving only Peter Pan, and a PewDiePie (youtuber) shirt, and Ianto Jones. The Ianto figure is pretty much impossible to find, let alone in the case, and I actually cried.

Other than that, not a lot happened.

Doctor Who was fucking amazing, though. I won't give spoilers since I know my partner reads this and we're watching it together tomorrow but it was amazing and the Moffat references were spectacular and dear God the new titles and TARDIS and Clara and the gay Silurian woman and yes perfect.

So Merry Christmas all, I hope you had fun, you enjoyed yourself and nothing terrible happened.


The title of this post is from the Cabin Pressure Christmas special, if you're interested. The guy who wrote it, John Finnemore, plays an adorable character that sings this because he doesn't believe the other lyrics are real. He's sweet, really.


Sunday, 23 December 2012

Make The Yuletide Gay

I'd barely noticed, but it's Christmas in two days. Sneaky bastard.

Me and my partner went shopping the other day, to get my some clothes that actually fit my gender, and something amazing happened.

I used the male changing rooms and nobody stopped me. I did a celebratory ridiculous dance once I closed the curtain.

Actually, the woman in charge of both male and female changing rooms apparently looked at me in a way my partner didn't like, so she asked 'can I got with him?' casually, to reinstate my confident demeanor. I swear flared jeans would be the death of my if not for this awesome new straight-leg pair I got! I have to roll up the bottoms, which is kinda sad, but they fit without even a belt, and are perfectly comfortable.

I also got a pair of dark blue chinos - I know, ugh chinos, but these are bloody nice - and a dark blue jumper with brown suede elbow patches and shoulder patches. There are little white Ws and blue ones that are hardly noticable in the rows between, and I feel so fantastic now I'm wearing clothes that actually show who I am.

So on that note, merry Christmas etc;

And here's a list of lovely gay romance movies, should you be interested in some gay fun this holiday.

Patrik 1,5 (Swedish, subs needed but perfectly worth it)
Beautiful Thing (Sweet British feel-good film)
Get Real (Two sixth formers fall for each other. Feel good and adorable)
Maurice (Rupert Graves being a country-kid and Hugh Grant being all gay. Perfection.)
Priscilla Queen Of The Desert (because who doesn't love Trans* folk, drag queens, and music!?)
Christopher And His Kind (I'll never look at Matt Smith the same way again)
Total Eclipse (Who wants to see Remus Lupin get with Jack Dawson? Everyone.)

And of course Brokeback, if you're feeling brave.

There are many many more, but this is the most I've managed to get through. Make The Yuletide Gay is another that I intend to try out later.

Over the Rainbow.

There's a quote, from Supernatural. Dean says it to somebody, possibly their dad, I can't quite remember.

And I'm thinking to myself; I'm 16 years old, most kids my age are worried about pimples, prom dates, and I'm seeing things that they'll never even know. Never even dream of.'

It pretty much sums up everything, right now.

My partner came over for two weeks, but in that time I finally got rid of an ex who had taken up interest in my again, and lost the companionship of my best friend. I'm hoping he'll eventually work out that I actually care about him more than he could possibly imagine, and didn't mean to upset him.

Since I last updated, I tried to visit a therapist/psychologist/whatever she calls herself. Her name was Melissa, and she was a nice enough girl, if not for the fact that she didn't understand Transsexuality, tried to convince me to tell my parents, and couldn't actually help me.

She did direct me to a few communities, including a place called Over The Rainbow, in Bournemouth. But I can't actually get to Bournemouth routinely without raising suspicion from my parents. Still, nice of her to try.

I realised I can't really go to one of those people yet, because they really can't help, no matter how good they are. I can't begin to sort my life out until my parents accept me/I force them into my way of thinking, and everybody else knows.

But as soon as I get across to University - roll on September 2014 - I can go to a GP, tell them what's going on, get sent to a psychiatrist, and start the big ole process. I won't start T until my partner can get over here to stay, in maybe three years, but I doubt I'll even have any to hand until then, so it's fine.

The way things look, by the time I'm 22/23, I should be on T, perhaps I'll have had surgery, and nearing my wedding. It's a long time, but it's good to know where I'm heading.