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For better or worse. Small scale or large. Personal or shared. What is an event you've experienced that changed the way you act, live, feel, etc. It could be short-term or long. Share what you feel comfortable with. Triumphs and tragedies alike.

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[โ€“] xilliah@beehaw.org 6 points 4 months ago* (last edited 4 months ago) (9 children)

Good question, it really got me thinking. And I was trying to come up with something not related to being trans.. but..

Quite frankly: hormone replacement therapy. I've been on and off a few times, and the results were clear and reliable.

Now, as my brothers, sisters, and brothersisters know, it doesn't magically solve all your problems. But it comes pretty damn close!

Let me try to explain the feeling. You know when you're down and you try to rely on a good friend, but suddenly they're not there? You shift your balance to lean on them, but suddenly there's just air and you fall over?

It was like that for me nearly every single day before hrt, but instead of with a friend, it was with myself. I am talking psychologically something was just missing. And trust me when I say I have tried a ton of medicine over the years, and none of it worked or just made things even worse.

And now, it's totally different. It's like having this psychological membrane that always pushes back up, no matter what shit I am trying to pull. Imagine being on a trampoline. You can make mistakes and the membrane will simply bounce back and push you back up. In other words I can eat crap, sleep badly, isolate myself, ignore my responsibilities, fall into a depressive hole for a day, and yet something in me just automatically pushes me back up. It's solid and reliable. I haven't had a single day without it and it isn't variable. It keeps surprising me over and over.

The funny part is that I am quite transphobic and self aware of that. I suppose we are all taught this attitude growing up in western culture. So whenever someone insults me, I totally get it, albeit that I find it rather unrefined behavior of them. I'm from a rural area in the bible belt, so I'm quite familiar with the white trash mindset. If they just wouldn't bike away all the time I'd be able to strike up a good talk with them. Simple truth is that I can't alter the facts and I have a male shaped skeleton.

Honestly, I think a lot of women worldwide would be glad to make some sacrifices to be able to live in my body. Sure, it has some downsides, for example I'll live shorter. But it provides me with safety, which is a major concern for women. I can walk around at night in the park just fine.

Well, that's just my personal experience. It's different for everyone.

[โ€“] cashmaggot@piefed.social 3 points 4 months ago (2 children)

To be honest, after working in a home - living longer doesn't seem all that great big picture. But also, thank you madam! I have been told a handful of times by friends and exes that it's much akin to finding that thing you're always missing. That's generally how I address it when people ask me on the subject. Although that's rarer and rare, the way things are nowadays. And it's funny, because there's a huge push for doing your own research. And I too believe in it, because you can get really screwed over trusting something at face value in a world where you're classified as a "consumer." But that's a different subject. I just wanted to say that I think it's really nice and poignant to be able to talk over things too. And be able to share experiences and help others through learned knowledge.

Transphobia is easy, because there's this disgusting knowledge that you can unlock at the click of a button seeing people being pig faced fuckers about transpeople as a whole. I was once flopping around in bed, curled up with my lappy and watching Soft White Underbelly. There was a transwoman who came out on there and it was the first time she ever went in public while being female presenting. And the slew of comments smashing this woman to pieces was not only horrifying but also disheartening. There were a couple of people in support, but the comments were just trash. And we live in a relatively accepting place (as compared to most I've been) - my partner and I. But we still get it from both sides. Dykes - who wanna do creepy "dyke offs" to see who can be the biggest fag on the block. Which btw is not my game, let alone my favorite. Or slurs galore being shouted. Especially when we go more towards Trump Country. Not my favorite either. And it's always that chicken shit shout-running stuff like you're talking about. But then again you can't reason with someone like that. There's something intrinsically broken within them that they need to fix (hopefully) somewhere down the line.

But either way, I am glad you're keeping up with your hormones. It's absolutely awful when you run out, because your body does the wobbles (as far as I heard) which can cause some truly awful side effects (panic attacks being one, depression being another). Yawn, I am getting too sleepy to think anymore. Gals already asleep and I'm meandering on da lappy. Either way I wanted to say glad you got to be yourself (cause I swear most transfolks find themselves hellllaaaa young but stuff that shit deep). And testosterone poisoning is awful (not that testosterone itself is - just when applied to transwomen against their internal will). But ultimately I hope you keep cultivating love for the body you're in. Not in the same place, but most def a poc. Growing up all I saw were skinny blonde white women being "desirable" in the media. I come to about nipple height most folks, and the curves came free of charge =P! Now I'm all grown up and love myself but growing up it was hard not to think there was something intrinsically wrong with my body because I could never look like aforementioned skinny blonde white woman (I'm talking rail thin and tall).

Speaking of which, on the plus side there's whole generations of individuals who will want to fuck you just based off your build if you're rail thin and tall. On the negative side, there's a lot of fetishism. But eh - this is all just a bunch of wordy soup by this point. Oh - one last thing. I do kindaaaaaaa get transphobic idealism in one sense. Gender is a social construct, but when I was younger I sure as fuck saw a lot of queers "sober up" into LUGS and what not. I'm not sure if this new gender revolution is actually going to stick - or be here to stay. But I will say that a lot of enbies I think have fucked up the bigger picture/message when it comes to mtf/ftms. They kinda watered down the issue, and made it seem less dire than the support needed really is. So I guess in that sense I am abso-freakin'-lutely transphobic myself. But idk. It's something I've kicked around in my brain-bin trying to figure out. But it's in the same way that I think the queer movement as a whole has sort of been offscounded with. But then again the Daughts of Bilitis believed strongly in the model minority idealism, that our only way to become normalized was to be normal. Not radicalize. Not make waves. And I am not really sure which half of our movements stuck, but I do know that the model minority myth is a bullshit one.

Okay, this absolutely was a bunch of goop. Gunna zzzp. Ty for posting and go in peace m'lovely!

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[โ€“] Chef_Boyardee@lemm.ee 5 points 4 months ago (3 children)

Nothing yet, unfortunately. I've been in trouble so many times. I never learn.

I'm almost afraid to type this, but I think it's gonna take a serious incident to change me.

I'm not violent, I'm not a thief, I'm not a pervert. I refuse to hurt, or put anyone at risk of being hurt. I just make dumb decisions that affect me.

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[โ€“] Brkdncr@lemmy.world 4 points 4 months ago (3 children)

9/11. Everything was acceptable until then. Not great, but not horrible.

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[โ€“] Erika3sis@hexbear.net 4 points 4 months ago (3 children)

I mean, my dad dying when I was a preteen, is the thing that stands out. Pretty much everything that's happened since then has been shaped by his death in some way, everything from my philosophy and politics, to my material hardships, to my heroes and role models, to the way I clean my teeth, to the places I've been and people I've met and media I've enjoyed, and even to the ways I relate to gender, family, work, nationality and language, and society in general, and that's certainly not an exhaustive list, and all of these things go into each other as well.

I'm not sure if something so profoundly impactful on every facet of one's life can be described as "for better or worse", though, rather than that it simply is what it is...

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[โ€“] Professorozone@lemmy.world 3 points 3 months ago (1 children)

When I was 6 years old, an older kid pressured me into smoking a cigarette. I didn't get sick or anything. I just didn't like it and decided one was enough. Never knew the best decision of my life would be made at that age.

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