I'm sad that I lost touch with people I knew, but part of me feels like it was necessary to even reach a point to consider that I'm trans.
In school, I had a support system. I had great friends, and people that I probably kinda took for granted.
But I thought I was straight, I thought I was cis. I was in a costume, and I played the part so well that nobody can look past the mask anymore. They're not thinking about me, they're remembering him. It's tough.
I'm in the boat where I never had friends . Knew I was trans from young and never knew anyone queer either. I've went through life without most of the simple experiences many others have.
It's hard not to look back and have regrets or feel like you've missed out in some way.
It's better to look forward to what may come next than dwell on the past..
Truthfully, I go back and forth on if I even want to. If any of them were in the same area as me I'd be eager to have conversations in person. Part of me feels like they saw me caving in and left, so why would I chase them? Part of me feels like they'd want to know what I'm going through. But didn't they already know something was up??
dysphoria stuff
I'm sad that I lost touch with people I knew, but part of me feels like it was necessary to even reach a point to consider that I'm trans.
In school, I had a support system. I had great friends, and people that I probably kinda took for granted.
But I thought I was straight, I thought I was cis. I was in a costume, and I played the part so well that nobody can look past the mask anymore. They're not thinking about me, they're remembering him. It's tough.
I'm in the boat where I never had friends . Knew I was trans from young and never knew anyone queer either. I've went through life without most of the simple experiences many others have.
It's hard not to look back and have regrets or feel like you've missed out in some way.
It's better to look forward to what may come next than dwell on the past..
But sometimes it is hard not too.
Was it ever a possibility to come out to those people?
Truthfully, I go back and forth on if I even want to. If any of them were in the same area as me I'd be eager to have conversations in person. Part of me feels like they saw me caving in and left, so why would I chase them? Part of me feels like they'd want to know what I'm going through. But didn't they already know something was up??
It feels impossible.
It's very likely they did not know something was up
cis people are oblivious...