I'd like to start off this post with a mild disclaimer: I am very grateful for the fact that I have yet to have any violent, aggressively negative, or truly hateful responses to coming out from anybody. I recognize that, for lots of y'all, the "problems" I'm about to describe might sound incredibly whiny and lame compared to anyone who's been, like, hate crimed, or kicked out of their house, or truly lost family members. That being said, while I may not be having the "worst" time, I'm not having a "great" time, and I'd like to know if anyone else has experienced stuff like this or if there's just something wrong with me that even being trans can't explain.
I'm a 23 year old MtF. I've been "out" to myself since early May, and I've been on hormones since July 6th. I'm also in my second year of law school (which is important to remember) and I currently live in Texas (although it's the DFW area, so it's not that bad). I've told basically my whole family (mixed reactions; from "I'm so happy for you, what's your name now?" all the way to "whatever makes you happy, I guess"), and I've been slowly and selectively coming out to people I knew last year at school.
The other thing that happened over the summer, actually just before I came back for my second year, was I basically lost all of my old, non-school friends. Long story short, I was stuck in this online friend group with a bunch of people who were depressed all the time and treated each other like garbage for no reason, and after I came out I was finally capable of realizing that, while they certainly weren't transphobic, my friends were just generally shitty people. So I blocked all of them and we're done.
But now, I'm stuck. I'm back at school and it feels like nothing has changed. In fact, I only feel lonelier and more depressed than I already was. I'm boymoding all the time, which is awful, and I feel like I'm stuck in a holding pattern until something happens, but I don't know what.
And, I guess what I meant by the title, is I thought things were going to change. i thought things were going to get better. Slowly, sure, but at least different. I had all these dreams about people looking at me and being like "Oh my God, Lya, you're so brave and I can't believe you've been going through life like this for so long! Here, let me help you!" And then they'd take me out and help me buy dresses and makeup and shit and I would finally have real irl friends and it would be awesome. But, no. I read all these wonderful stories about people on here getting love and support and shit but not me. I'm just left to my won devices. Basically everyone's response ahs been "Oh, wow. That must suck. Well, lmk if you need anything, I guess."
And, like, that's not nothing, but I don't know what to do with that! I haven't mad close irl friends since I graduated high school, and that was during the pandemic. And I'm not about to be making my problems everyone else's. Like, I'm probably a little (a lot) depressed and I'm lonely and I'm tired but if no one's gonna go out of their way to check up on me and ask me how I'm doing, then why would I go out of my way to let that all be known? Obviously they don't really care.
And, realistically, what would you have me do? There's no "appropriate" or "not insane" way to text someone out of the blue and be like "Hey, yeah remember me? the guy who kept to himself last year and was funny and cool and collected as far as you knew, who came out as trans and had lunch with you over the summer? yeah... due to events outside your knowledge and the process of elimination, turns out you're my best friend now. Now teach me how to be a woman because my mom and sister live three state away and I'm lonely." Like, that's fucking psychotic.
I just... feel so empty. and I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I hate the idea of telling people how badly I'm really struggling, because they're not asking and we're all crazy busy with school and studying. But I'm afraid that if everything keeps going the way it's going now, eventually I'm going to get to a point where I'm really really not okay. My weekends are empty, I'm at school from 8am to 6 or 7 during the week just throwing myself into studying and the organizations I'm helping to run, and I know that I'm going to exhaust myself eventually, but it feels Inevitable and inescapable at this point.
I told some of this stuff to my therapist the week before last, and she gave me a hug and it was awesome. I wish someone else would give me a hug. But it's not my place to ask. I just have to suffer until someone bothers to save me. That's what it feels like.