Iâm not dysphoric anymore.
Iâve sat with this realization for a handful of months now: that I can say that dysphoria is no longer a part of my daily life. Itâs not even really a part of my occasional life. I have had four (4) difficult days in the past year or even more. Those days are barely blips on my radar. I also experienced these bad days very differently than I did in the past when dysphoria was a regular thing in my life.Â
Itâs as if I had this bad, painful thing inside and now my interactions with it are from the outside, where I put it, and said âyouâre no longer welcome here.â Yes, I would still recognize it standing in front of me, but now I walk away instead of feeling eaten alive by it for days, months, years on end. We say hello occasionally but I donât linger. I am not dysphoric anymore. Dysphoria is an infrequent freak hail storm, not a part of who I am.Â
I got here slowly. From 19 to 22 while I was transitioning, dysphoria was a constant, which worsened the longer I was trying to live as a man. Then from the time when I first started detransitioning until recently, my dysphoria slowly got better. I worked very hard to get here, healing in intense difficult ways from age 22 to 25. I didnât actually think I would get to this point - but I knew it was worth it to see even small improvements in a condition that had strongly contributed to my frequent suicidal ideation.Â
Iâve spent about a year now away from publicly discussing my detransition. Iâve come to understand myself much better as a womon, as a lesbian, as someone who can now afford to take a break from making anatomical diagrams of my trauma.Â
I wanted to come back to this. I needed to say that I made it out, that I feel very firmly on the other side of being ftm, being dysphoric, and even on the other side of the bridge of actively detransitioning. Thereâs no big secret to how I got here - itâs the same things that I wrote about doing in the past to help me.Â
I sat with the incongruity between the âmapâ in my head and the body I was in. I recognized this incongruity as a symptom of trauma, as a symptom of something I may never be able to tell a coherent story about. I worked with the symptoms instead of the idea that they meant I was trans. I let my dysphoria deflate into a neutral phenomenon, unattached to judgements about good or bad or being terminally different.Â
I talked to other women with this experience, a lot. I recognized over and over that I was not alone.Â
I walked, and did pull-ups, and sit-ups, and jumped around. I found ways to be in my body in a way that was actively-doing instead of passively-being.Â
I continued to move on with the rest of my life. I went back to school and worked towards achieving my goals.Â
I continued to reconnect with my sense of self as a lesbian, in a way that grew way beyond the overshadowing of having a history of transition.Â
I found it helpful to take all the posts off my blog and stop being a public voice on detransition for the past year. After sorting through so much and sharing it with the world, it was good to take my words back, and to take my life back fully from feeling stuck in the past at all. I donât have to share anything of mine. I exercised my knowledge that I am not just an idea or a resource and just focused on me.Â
I lived with myself. I learned that I could make sense of my life without re-writing my whole story. I learned that I could sit with painful things and find real ways to heal rather than always reaching for the more immediate ways to cover it up and let it fester.Â
The most important factor in my healing has been time. This is something I could not understand at nineteen. Healing from anything takes time. It takes sitting with something difficult and not destroying yourself over it. Time allowed me to understand that I could make it through a bad day because I had done it before, over and over. Time allowed me to look back and see that I had made progress. Understanding that healing takes time helped me keep moving forward without a clear path, knowing that I would reach another lookout point again even though I did not know when.Â
I want women, ftms, and other female people with dysphoria to know that healing is possible. I am not dysphoric anymore.Â