One year of Being Trans - A Review
If I timed this right, this post goes up exactly one year after I realized I was trans. Like, down to the hour. A lot happened since then.
I did some trial and error with labels, decided none really fit me, but settled on nonbinary transmasc to communicate it to others.
Picked the world's most stereotypical trans name for myself.
Came out to friends pretty much immediately, family to come soon.
Tried on a binder and fucking hated it.
Made this blog to organize my thoughts.
Deliberated on pronouns and how I want them to be used.
Came out to my therapist. Got a written confirmation for being trans. Scheduled an HRT consultation. Came out to several more doctors.
Developed a new, different kind of body image issues. Possibly dysphoria? Maybe just internalized fatphobia but for a different gender.
Worried about whether this new, more authentic, me might be unlikeable especially to my friends.
Looked at pictures of top surgery results and almost cried.
Hated my periods more than ever before.
Managed to schedule a top surgery consultation (one year in advance because waitlists are crazy like that)
Scheduled a different HRT consultation because the original one cancelled on me.
Learned a lot about trans issues and the hurdles in Germany.
Watched a new law pass to enable easier changes of legal name and gender.
Officially and legally changed said name and gender through said law!! Got a new ID, too. Started changing my name on all sorts of official documents.
Cried to at least one Philosophy Tube video.
Cried a lot, in general.
Watched a verdict take effect that allows health insurance companies to deny gender-affirming treatments.
Fought with my Health Insurance. Fought with the Committee that has the power to change these regulations again. Oh yeah also watched my government fall apart in real time and next up is eternal conservative leadership forever lol. Fought with my health insurance some more.
Wrote more goddamn emails than any person should have to in a lifetime.
Overheard my roommates talk about me with my new name and pronouns, several times.
Discovered a near eternal amount of bizarre gendered concepts hidden in my brain. (did you know hair is girlier if it curls right instead of left?)
Stopped hating my reflection. Started hating my reflection, but for other reasons. (Honestly I'm pretty sure that one's a depression thing)
Learned a lot about myself.
Fully moved past the concept of gender as it's enforced today.
Played a Pokemon game with my real name for probably the first time since I was 9.
Learned an absurd amount of platypus facts.
Felt so drained and tired almost every day, fighting for my basic rights and personal fulfillment.
Lived more as myself than ever before in my whole life. Finally took an interest in the person I am. Finally took my existence into my own hands. Finally dared to become someone, rather than just be.
Overall score: 9/10, wouldn't miss it for the world.




















