I’m sorry. I’m just weak I guess.

Very tired right now. I’m sorry if this is written very chaotically. I’ll also be speaking relative to US politics here.

I am from a very, very red part of the US. Ever seen pictures of small towns with gas stations covered in comical amounts of Trump flags? That’s literally where I’m at. I honestly wouldn’t mind living in a small town if not for all of that.

My family is like that. My coworkers are like that. I lose any contact either family and possibly lose my Job if I transition or come out. My step brother had an interest in turning Catholic, and this was enough to make my mom tear up. I can’t imagine what coming out to them would be like.

I also help my parents out with my mentally handicapped brother and I fear this will further complicate things.

I know people have come out to some very hateful people. But I cannot stress enough how much I would become an absolute pariah if I did. How much hate would be aimed in my direction. Maybe the capability really is in me, and I’m just a coward.

But even if I did: I’m making what is minimum wage in some states. Not sure how much of my transition I could afford.

And what if my dysphoria is worse after the fact. What if all I’ll ever see in a man in a dress?

I’ve always envied the bodies and mannerisms of women. I present as a woman online. I practice a feminine voice in the car. I take on feminine posture behind locked doors. I browse Amazon for cute clothes but never buy them. All in all I’m just playing pretend.

I can’t do this.

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[–] 7 points 1 month ago* (last edited 1 month ago)

I always knew I was a woman, but the thing that made me hesitate to share that with the outside world is how the world would make me suffer for it. There were multiple false starts with my transition that go back about as long as I can remember because of all the pushback I'd get in my personal life. I'd just shrink down and hide within myself.

I had my own list of fears and, honestly, a lot of them came true after I was fully out to the world. Hell, a lot of those things came true before that because people could tell I was different and took advantage of that. But for me, accepting myself meant embracing the unknown before it swallowed me up, because life was so much worse in the closet, despite everything. I'm not going to lie, there's still that lingering feeling of dread over things that might one day happen to me, but life's so much better now. I finally feel self-fulfilled; I look how I've always wanted to look; I live in a more accepting city; I have people I love and who love me; I'm not sad, hollow shell of a person anymore. You know, I have things worth fighting for now, a purpose. Maybe life's not perfect, but nothing is, and I just got sick of letting fear control my life.

It really is never too late, and not everyone's able to transition as soon as they'd like to. And you shouldn't feel guilty if you ultimately decide you need to leave your red state. Sometimes it's necessary to look out for yourself.

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