I Don't Want To Be Alone Anymore.
At the time of writing this, I'm 21, started my medical and social transition from ftm at 12, and after 8-ish years of testosterone I'm now fully off HRT.
I lived virtually my entire life, thus far, as a trans man.
Before anyone reading comes to their own conclusions, no I was not groomed, and I love the trans community. I grew up with y'all. Queer spaces are where I've felt most at home.
There's a level of grief I'm experiencing, grief that I feel so, so alone on. The moment I could finally reconcile with the fact that I was never trans... who I could've been, and who I ended up being has been a daily thought.
As someone still grappling with the tail end of an eating disorder and body dysmorphia, my physical reality is incredibly isolating. On my worst days, I feel like a monster. Like some horrible amalgamation of mixed parts. Far from acceptable. Anything but beautiful.
I do my best to not, but there is a subconscious jealousy and ever-present comparison to other women, cis and trans alike.
Detransitioners are such a niche. I've never met another person like me, and it's difficult to even spot anyone similar online. If I do, they often come with horribly radical and harmful beliefs, or haven't experienced the near full extent of a transition you regret.
And it's more than physical.
It's social, it's mental.
I was born a woman, born with the parts, share the same struggles, yet feel like an intruder in women's spaces. Like there's nothing I could ever do to be "woman enough".
I lived 8-9 long years as a transgender person, desperately trying to understand myself, to be myself, whatever that meant at the time, yet there are a large enough number of queer people who see people like me not as family, but as a traitor.
I see my community minimizing the detrans experience by telling us we not only don't belong in trans spaces, but we can't claim to understand the trans experience, and we don't even deserve our own safe spaces or labels.
I'm hearing that we're just cis people who made a mistake. That just our existence is responsible for the death of trans men and women who couldn't find access to medical care.
But I've been through the same wringer every other trans person has.
I spent my entire childhood objectified, judged, questioned, harassed, sexually assaulted, bullied for being trans.
I've been called all the same names and slurs.
Growing up in a time and place where being trans was fairly "new", I was completely othered. Either outcasted or treated like a freak of nature to observe and test.
I've lost family due to my identity. I've moved cross-country after being pushed out of the local medical system.
I know that in a very technical sense I am cis but I still feel far from it. I know I'm not trans but my experiences have shaped me into something trans-like, or maybe completely other.
I'm a woman, not a man, not some form of nonbinary, but I'm also not cisgender.
Do I still, truly not belong? If trans people aren't my family, then who is?
I don't know if even an ounce of this makes sense to anyone but myself, and that's exactly why I'm writing about my experiences here.
I'm not looking to make enemies, or to start discourse around detransitioning. I have my thoughts on the medical system but I'm not here to preach. I don't hate trans people, I don't want to keep anything from trans people, every one of you deserves nothing but respect and peace.
I just want to stop feeling so isolated. I want to belong somewhere. I want to be understood. I want to be discussed, in a human to human kind of way.
I love, and I just want to be loved too.