Friday, 11 November 2016

you either caused your dysphoria or you didn't

There are only two possible scenarios:

1) You caused your own dysphoria
2) The dysphoria is pre-existing

If you believe that number 1 is true then you should be able to exert some measure of control and even eradicate it completely perhaps through therapy. However if you believe that number 2 is true then your approach becomes one of managing a reality that you have only partial control over.

After studying this subject for many years now and getting to know myself I know that number 2 is correct; at least for me. This is why I have so stridently fought the sexual depravity model which aims on putting blame on us for causing our own problems.

Two posts ago, I wrote about understanding your value and if you believe that number 2 is true then you must accept your reality, embrace it and not feel sorry for yourself. If transition is what will make you happy then go for it but know that there are a myriad of options that can also work.

I used to believe that number 1 was true and so I prayed to God, held my breath and suppressed until my carotid artery dissection came close to ending my life in my mid forties. I was fortunate to have survived and the reparation both mental and physical has given me a new lease on existence.

Remember that there are only 2 scenarios possible and if you aren't dysphoric then enjoy crossdressing to your heart’s content if it makes you happy. It doesn't matter what people think of you but only what you feel about yourself.

Enjoy your life because it is short and because it belongs only to you.

2 comments:

  1. I've contemplated and worried about this long before I had even heard there is such a thing as gender dysphoria. I too wished it would go away or that I could forget about it. I also put myself down for what felt like a compulsion that I should be able to free myself of and, if not, I was to blame for that, too.

    I'm lucky, I think, that my dysphoria started when I was 4 or 5, maybe even earlier. Through kindergarten, elementary school, and junior high, I was on autopilot, raiding my mother's trash for used pantyhose from which I'd cut out the panties to wear, hand sewing simple jumpsuits and tops from rags, fantasizing at bedtime, and overall, glued to the TV in admiration of Marlo Thomas, Stephanie Powers, Elizabeth Montgomery, and Patty Duke, studying them like an explorer in a foreign land. In hindsight, given that, how else could it be that I wasn't born with gender dysphoria?

    The good news lately I think is that this is becoming accepted by the psychology, medical, and scientific communities. Look at how many children are now being supported in their expression, exploration, and possible transition! I'm afraid I was born a half century too early... :-)

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