I suppose I was lucky. I never had the "high school experience". I got pulled out of elementary school and shoved into a charter* school in 6th grade. Didn't realize it then, but it was mostly due to my mum's diabetes, which started getting worse around that time in retrospect. Was charter schooled up until a little over halfway through high school, had to quit to take care of mum, right up 'till she passed a few years later.
During most of that time, I mostly spent my time online, rather than outside. Thinking about it, I probably added to some people's miseries, in the way online arguments and so forth do, but I wouldn't know if I did or not.
So, for those who have had the high-school pecking order experience I did not, have some cookies. Home-made MnM Reeses cookies.
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*= For those that don't know, charter schools are basically home schooling, with official school trappings. Principal, teachers, curriculum, just... At home. Or, for certain classes (and most all tests), at whatever school they're using as a location.
I was fortunate. My high school experience was pretty good because I figured out how to behave and how to dress so that I wasn't the butt of every mean joke and wasn't picked on. I also made some friends. Junior High on the other hand was pure torment and I'm still scarred from it. Being an Aspie before it was diagnosed in the states (They started diagnosing it in 1995 in kids in the states, I graduated high school in 95) has to be one of the worst things ever. You're just normal enough not to be put in any "special" classes, but not normal enough to blend in with fellow classmates. If I had been male and didn't have the female Aspie ability to learn how to mimic appropriate social behavior, I can't even imagine what I'd be like now. Add to that the fact that I was NOT interested in Boys (or Girls) and you have a disaster waiting to happen.(still not interested btw - asexual in case anyone came into this thread late and didn't read the entire thing)
It's a good thing that there are accepting people out there and that schools are not usually full of jerks. Otherwise, there would be a lot more suicides and homicides than there already are, and that's saying something. :P
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I was bullied very badly in elementary school, so when I got to junior high I mastered the fine art of being invisible. It's disturbing how easy it is to be perceived as part of the furniture if you really set your mind to it. I spent those two years observing the kids around me like an anthropologist observing a foreign culture. By high school I had learned how to safely avoid the pecking order altogether. As long as I never tried to belong anywhere, I was welcome everywhere. I was just that weird artsy goth girl. (The goth thing was an accident...I was learning how to use makeup and had really, really pale skin, plus all my clothes came from thrift stores and black clothes tend to show wear and tear the least. Thank goodness I had blond hair or my high school pics would elicit even more protests of I wasn't trying to look like a vampire, I swear. :P)
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I was bullied very badly in elementary school, so when I got to junior high I mastered the fine art of being invisible. It's disturbing how easy it is to be perceived as part of the furniture if you really set your mind to it. I spent those two years observing the kids around me like an anthropologist observing a foreign culture. By high school I had learned how to safely avoid the pecking order altogether. As long as I never tried to belong anywhere, I was welcome everywhere. I was just that weird artsy goth girl. (The goth thing was an accident...I was learning how to use makeup and had really, really pale skin, plus all my clothes came from thrift stores and black clothes tend to show wear and tear the least. Thank goodness I had blond hair or my high school pics would elicit even more protests of I wasn't trying to look like a vampire, I swear. :P)
So you were relying on stealth and subterfuge and now expect us to believe you are not a vampire? :P
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So you were relying on stealth and subterfuge and now expect us to believe you are not a vampire? :PI was bullied very badly in elementary school, so when I got to junior high I mastered the fine art of being invisible. It's disturbing how easy it is to be perceived as part of the furniture if you really set your mind to it. I spent those two years observing the kids around me like an anthropologist observing a foreign culture. By high school I had learned how to safely avoid the pecking order altogether. As long as I never tried to belong anywhere, I was welcome everywhere. I was just that weird artsy goth girl. (The goth thing was an accident...I was learning how to use makeup and had really, really pale skin, plus all my clothes came from thrift stores and black clothes tend to show wear and tear the least. Thank goodness I had blond hair or my high school pics would elicit even more protests of I wasn't trying to look like a vampire, I swear. :P)
......dammit, you've discovered my secret! ;P
I was bullied very badly in elementary school, so when I got to junior high I mastered the fine art of being invisible. It's disturbing how easy it is to be perceived as part of the furniture if you really set your mind to it. I spent those two years observing the kids around me like an anthropologist observing a foreign culture. By high school I had learned how to safely avoid the pecking order altogether. As long as I never tried to belong anywhere, I was welcome everywhere. I was just that weird artsy goth girl. (The goth thing was an accident...I was learning how to use makeup and had really, really pale skin, plus all my clothes came from thrift stores and black clothes tend to show wear and tear the least. Thank goodness I had blond hair or my high school pics would elicit even more protests of I wasn't trying to look like a vampire, I swear. :P)
I wish I had figured that out by JR high. I was bullied in elementary school too, but had mostly adjusted during the first 6 months of JR high. That is, until we moved and I had to change schools in the MIDDLE of my 7th grade year and on top of that one of my biggest bullies from elementary school moved to the same school I did. Talk about bad luck. :P But I was pretty much the same in High school. I belonged to no clique but had friends in pretty much all of them and I could kind of drift in and out. It's funny, I wear mostly black now, but not when I was in high school. Of course, I also didn't buy my own clothes in High School. :D
I don't think I ever discovered a technique to escape bullying in my school career, what with being kind, sensitive, and cute (cute like a stuffed animal, not sexy cute)
Still, I made some really good friends during that time that are still with me today. *shrug* Not sure what else a guy can ask for.
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Also it is interesting how many people who engaged in bullying really seem to regret it now and work to make things better. Even the dude who started this thread seemed to experience that and turned it around to try and spread the love.
I decided long ago to not hold grudges against folks who hurt me, but it is uplifting to know that some of them at least have prolly grown up to become a positive force in the world.
Same here, but there are some people, if I ever see them again, whom I will greet civilly and then avoid because even after 20+ years the emotional pain is still too much. Like the girl who pretended to be my friend then turned on me.
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Primates love social hierarchies. Even the ones near the bottom of the social ladder often attempt to feel better by exerting authority over the few beneath them. I confess that in high school, I was pretty far down the ladder, and I often tried to take it out on those even less popular than me. I figured out what I'd been doing once I had graduated, but it was too late to prevent the psychological damage I'm certain I contributed too; I haven't even been able to find them to apologize. I hate so many of the lessons I learned in school.
Good people and bad people sometimes treat others badly, or say stupid things. The difference is that good people actively try to better themselves and avoid making the same mistakes twice. I regret a lot of the things I said in college, and the things I argued. And even after college, I still find myself making mistakes and being a dumb person. I don't think I'm a good person, but I want to be.
A few years ago, I pushed a very dear friend away because I got called out for being a dismissive jerk, and rather than take it as criticism and move on, I took it personally and fought, and blew it up way beyond anything that it should have been until I felt like the worst person on the planet. I got back in touch with her and apologized two years later, and thankfully I've earned myself a second chance, but I still think about it and I'm still embarrassed by it, but that's how we learn and improve!
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There is a fun question to ask, what are folks favorite LGBTQ characters from fiction? ...aside from beloved pathfinder iconics? =p
Renee Montoya in Gotham Central (particularly in the "Half a Life" arc, of course). She was also pretty cool later on once she became The Question.
On the topic of being invisible... I mastered quite the opposite technique. Seeing as I was still required to go to certain classes (anything involving chemicals, clubs, or phys ed), I still had the run-in with the occasional bully.
side to that topic real quick, I was bullied a bit in elementary school. I went to a single school from kindergarten through fifth, and it was on and off.... I tended to fight back, with some well placed shots to the grapes, or whatever vicious looking wrestling maneuver I had seen on WWF at the time. Getting bullied by the teachers were particularly scarring, and I still haven't gotten over an incident in first grade that occasionally haunts me to this day (like... total bi polar mood swing type of haunting).
Back to being invisible... Come sixth grade, I moved to a new school. The bullying was particularly horrible at that point, regardless of how much I fought back, or how much hurt I put on the other guy (somehow, it was always my fault, according to the teachers, despite witnesses pointing out I was on the receiving end much of the time). Let me tell ya, when you start getting pelted with whatever balls happen to be on the playground at the time (fully-inflated basket balls to the face HURT LIKE A MOFO!), it gets annoying. And eventually got yanked out by my parents and put in the charter school.
I eventually managed to perfect a rather perfect look of "come near me, and I'll eviscerate you and feast on your organs", which continues to be my default facial expression to this day. As much as I try to 'turn it off', even my smile (awkward and flat as it is), tends to evince paranoia and horror in people.
I suppose that's because I'm still of the thought processes that if someone messes with me or anyone I care about, I'll eviscerate them and use their skull as a codpiece. Or, you know, whatever I can get away with to the fullest extent of the law.
Edit to add: So, yeah, while I didn't have the typical high school experience of pecking order... The tubby long-haired goth boy (I like dark clothing, it goes well with my silver eyes, long dark hair, and pale skin. Plus, made me look thinner) geek was still subject to 'jock'-foolery, even at the charter school's location. The death-glare mixed with a very convincingly psychotic portrayal of Puck during an excerpt performance of (a much bastardized) Midsummer Night's Dream for drama club probably helped keep it fairly low.
There are four people who have actively bullied me. One of them got hurt when I pushed him away, and never touched me again. His hangarounds then wanted me to be the new king of the pile of s!+*, to which I told them to get lost. The other three took over from 9 to 12 years of age. These three, if I met them today, I would spit on the ground and leave. People talk about forgiveness as if it is a duty. They scarred my confidence for life, they hurt me worse than anything anyone else ever came close to. Because of them, I always doubt myself today. And the thing is, that happened without any sort of serious violence. I can honestly say that if any of these three contacted me to apologize, I would tell them "So you said your piece now. Good for you. Now you can pretend it never happened, that you are a worthwhile human being. You can even pretend I forgave you." or something to that effect.
Bullying is a disease. Bullies are the worst sort of pustule on humanity. Then again, I have met few if any good people who weren't bullied - and few if any bullies who did not crash and burn as adults.
I was bullied very badly in elementary school, so when I got to junior high I mastered the fine art of being invisible. It's disturbing how easy it is to be perceived as part of the furniture if you really set your mind to it. I spent those two years observing the kids around me like an anthropologist observing a foreign culture. By high school I had learned how to safely avoid the pecking order altogether. As long as I never tried to belong anywhere, I was welcome everywhere. I was just that weird artsy goth girl. (The goth thing was an accident...I was learning how to use makeup and had really, really pale skin, plus all my clothes came from thrift stores and black clothes tend to show wear and tear the least. Thank goodness I had blond hair or my high school pics would elicit even more protests of I wasn't trying to look like a vampire, I swear. :P)
I would have swooned over you....
Junior high was full of violence, bigots, and poor neighborhoods. I was valedictorian from my second junior high and was robbed the day of graduation. I went to a weird artsy hippie supply high school. Literally friends of every race, ethnicity and sexual orientation. Friends with most, everyone knew each other, fights were rare. I loved it. It helped to make me into the man I am today. I didn't date in high school, but that was the only bad thing.
I think for me forgiveness has been a journey to freedom more than a resolution of traumas. Forgiveness allows me to let go of the burdens of anger and sadness. I had a lot of anger for a long time but eventually I had to ask myself "So you're angry, are you going to actually take revenge on these people? No? Then isn't this just a case of drinking poison and then hoping the other person dies?"
Forgiveness may never completely free me, I have PTSD from multiple sources, some of those sources being abuse from people. But those people have a lot less power over me now that I have forgiven them and strangely enough I genuinely wish them well now and hope they now live nice lives.
I think one of the things that helped me too was the realization that, for me at least, there is no defense against a~#*$*~s, emotionally speaking. I can tell myself that I don't care what other people think of me, but that isn't really true, all I can really do is look at mean opinions of me, try and judge what truth there is to them, and work on the things they are right about and throw out the things that are blackhearted garbage.
I can try to build emotional walls and keep people at a distance but you know what? All that does is keep nice people, who respect my boundaries, away. A!%*$$&s are going to attack me through that barrier regardless.
I guess for me it just boils down to the fact that, as a kid I was sensitive and vulnerable and as an adult, though I am much better equipped to deal with life, I am still sensitive and vulnerable.
Sensitive and vulnerable is what I am, and while it may have made me an incredibly easy target for bullies, it also lends me alot of empathy and sympathy for my fellow humans.
Sensitive and vulnerable is what I am, and I like me.
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I almost envy you, Yuugasa.
Then, I realized that for me, apathy was a better fit. Far as I'm concerned, the world's going to hell in a hand basket, and humans are not inherently good at heart, being the vicious animals that we are.
Only person I'm sensitive and vulnerable to is the one(s) I love. Because only they deserve to have all of me.
Eh, I'll be sensitive with people who've proven to me they deserve it (most of the folks in this thread sound like it so far). Everyone else past an age that allows one to begin to understand the consequences and responsibilities of their decision can kiss the fattest part of my rump until they prove they're worth my time.
Then again, that's probably my outsider-rage at the state the world is in, of the lack of sense of accountability in humanity, and the general fact that no one seems to give a hoot to help while figuring 'hey that guy will do it!'...
So, yeah.... Optimistically pessimistic as I can be, I do sometimes wish I could give people the benefit of the doubt.
Yeah, sure, why the heck not. I'll just envy Yuugasa when I'm not rolling my eyes at the latest WTF moment that crops up in the world.
*Pats Yuugasa* Good on ya buddy. One of the few to make me feel like giving a crap about my crappy attitude.
.... Just... Not enough in comparison to the mountains of bull I witness on a daily basis.
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It doesn't hurt me to consider those people vile for what they did. I have no problem feeling empathy, letting people close, caring, showing kindness, or anything positive. What remains is a sad, sad conviction that I am basically worthless. This, too, has gotten better, but it exists, and will probably stay with me all my life. Someone doing that to me is not someone I have to forgive, or would feel good about forgiving.
There is a current story in Sweden about a woman who was contacted by her bully twenty years after the fact, and asked to perform a stand-up comedy act at his pizza joint. She is decently successful today as a comedian. When she got this mail, she said basically that "I could have taken ten grand to tell everyone there about what you put me through, but I won't." However, she managed to unintentionally miss blurring his name in one location when she published her answer on the net. This caused an internet meltdown between the "you have to forgive and move on and not publish his name" and the "bully scum are subhuman s%*# who deserve everything they get" crowds. It is interesting to watch the outpouring of support for her, even if she did apologize for publishing his name.
Yeah, I personally think no one should try and have a say in whether another person forgives or condemns the person(s) who hurt them.
Anger, grief, sadness etc. in relation to being the victim of something is intensely personal and noone on the outside really should be saying "You should-"
What's right for one person may not be right for another.
Even for people who forgive it's often not a one time "Forgive and forget." moment like it's often portrayed in fiction, where a person has a realization and it's all forgiven and good.
In real life often times you have situations where the consequences of what happened hit you again and again and so you have to forgive again and again in your heart.
I want vengeance myself. I will always want vengeance. I cannot and will not forgive some things that came before. That's just me though.
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For me I had to get to a point where I could let go of the anger. It wasn't hurting anyone but me. Part of that was learning that forgiveness doesn't mean you have to trust that person or put yourself in a position where you have to be vulnerable to them again. It's not about taking down boundaries that are there for a very good reason. its just about letting go of the anger because life is too short to waste obsessing about other people's actions and too long to spend being bitter towards everyone who has ever hurt me. They don't define me unless I let them and I've got better things to focus on.
Now I am a champion grudge holder, so don't think that's an easy attitude for me to maintain. Every day I have to make an effort to just let go of the past and stay focused on now. But it's worth it for the peace of mind it brings. And there are so many other things I need that emotional energy for. :)
Some days I'm better at it than others....
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Well, this thread has taken a turn for the depressing. Hmm... What to do about it..
I know!
Cake! Everybody loves cake! Cakes have layers!
... No?
Parfaits! Aint nobody in the world that don't like parfaits. Parfaits have to be one of the most delicious things ever!
.... No?
Then how about how much people don't like annoying talking donkeys?
Cats are always fun!
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How about some heartwarming pics of happy couples now able to marry in the US thanks to Supreme Court ruling?
I like the one at the bottom best, a) because they both look absolutely delighted and b) classy sideburns on the bloke on the right.
The cake is a lie, Artemis.
Para-what?
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So my wife informed me that today is National Coming Out Day. I said cool, then maybe now is a good time to tell you that I have been considering it for awhile and I might be a woman.
She said: That's cool, I love you for who you are and completely support you.
Cool.
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So my wife informed me that today is National Coming Out Day. I said cool, then maybe now is a good time to tell you that I have been considering it for awhile and I might be a woman.
She said: That's cool, I love you for who you are and completely support you.
Cool.
My wife was the same <3
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My wife asked if, considering my revelation, I would like to try on some of her dresses. I said ok.
For her amusement she got out her wedding dress and had me put it on. While the contours of our bodies are completely different we are about the same size so it fit surprising well, all things considered.
I gave a curtsy and a twirl.
You look good, she told me, how does it feel?
Honestly? Good, It feels good.
Grats. It's rare to find a partner who's willing to accept you like that. Love rules all!
I count myself lucky. Nebulous as my gender identity is, I really doubt anyone else would be able to handle me (along with er... Everything else). Managed to find myself a gal who's accepting to a fault (this is the same gal who would usually give exes that hurt her badly another chance or three to be friends, after all).
Still... I envy thee! As I stated at some point, probably way earlier in this thread I believe, only reason I don't x-dress is primarily because I simply don't fit in any way that I happen to like. OTOH, none shall ever take my soft cotton panties away from me. They're too comfortable, and I shall remove thy hand if attempted... Cuteness may also be a factor.
I wish you much more luck in wherever your... Wouldn't quite be newfound, would it?... Whatever. Anyways, luck in the future! With all of whatever it is you happen to want to do.
Makes me wonder though.
Wonder precisely how many gender queer* folk get lumped in with trans in the general perception.
*= Definition as last I heard it, correct me if I'm wrong (this was almost a decade ago): Gender disjunction between mind and body, such as fem-mind male-bod, but comfortable w/ bod and don't want to change.
Speaking of national coming out day... If I'd known that, I'd have told my fiance... Er... Come to think of it, I haven't kept anything from her since the day we realized we were in it for the long haul. Probably a good thing, since I've been more concerned with trying to figure out a subject for NaNoWriMo...
That's enough insomniac rambling for one morning. Time to lie down again.
Grats again!
@ Artemis, thanks for your support.
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There is a fun question to ask, what are folks favorite LGBTQ characters from fiction? ...aside from beloved pathfinder iconics? =p
I don't really do favourites. But right now? Shatterstar is up there.
Bisexual male, socially awkward, flair for the dramatic? I can identify.
There is a fun question to ask, what are folks favorite LGBTQ characters from fiction? ...aside from beloved pathfinder iconics? =p
To answer my own question =P, I have been thinking about it and it might be a rather obscure choice but I really like Griffith from Berserk. While his sexuality is never spelled out explicitly and he is nominally the villain of the series who certainly does some terrible things, I liked the depth of his character and thought it was interesting that essentially the launch off point for the overall conflict of the series was Griffith's unresolved feelings for Gattsu (or Guts or whatever his name is).
In that things essentially went like this: Guts leaves Griffith (ironically to go find a way to impress Griffith)-> Griffith loses his s@$! and is reduced to tears while committing political suicide->after being tortured for a year Griffith makes the choice to feed his friends to demons as a sacrifice to become a dark god -> s!+# gets real.
Alright, that is one way of doing things, but although Guts had his own issues Griffith might have been better off just telling him how he feels, a five minute conversation could have fixed all that drama.
Oh well, sometimes feelings are hard to deal with.
But... Conversation makes for boring anime/manga...
Yea, that's some real genius logical deduction there, birdbrain.
That's the same argument they've been making the last year or so. "We don't have to give marriage to anybody! The only reason we give it to straights is that we HAVE TO in order to keep them producing children." It hasn't worked on any of the courts they've tried it on, except maybe Louisiana.
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Let's not forget this age-old argument... "If we allow gay marriage, we'll open the door to pedophilia, beastiality, incest, necrophilia," etc, etc.
Honestly, I'm happy I live in California. I can only endure stupid for so long before my well-suppressed psychoses start to trigger, and I really, really want to just crack their skull open and examine their brains for tumors, or anything else that might explain why their mental capacity seems to be at the level of a freaking gold fish.
*eye twitch* The stupid.... It hurts us precious.
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We Californians have our moments, though.
True. We are the "crazy state" after all. "tobacco free CA". Pft, yeah right.
But for the most part, we're usually pretty cool with LGBT.
The moron population is growing though... And I long for for mandatory remedial education brain washing.
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We Californians have our moments, though.
Ah! Another one! Hello. :)
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So my wife informed me that today is National Coming Out Day. I said cool, then maybe now is a good time to tell you that I have been considering it for awhile and I might be a woman.
She said: That's cool, I love you for who you are and completely support you.
Cool.
Aw, that's great!
My wife asked if, considering my revelation, I would like to try on some of her dresses. I said ok.
For her amusement she got out her wedding dress and had me put it on. While the contours of our bodies are completely different we are about the same size so it fit surprising well, all things considered.
I gave a curtsy and a twirl.
You look good, she told me, how does it feel?
Honestly? Good, It feels good.
That's also great!
My wife was the same <3
Also also great!
Congrats and good luck to both of you, wherever things lead.
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So when I first started on hormones, around 19 1/2 months ago, I was taking a couple of pictures of myself at the end of each week, to see if I could notice any change. Which I guess was a bit foolhardy, given how low a dose of estrogen I was initially on. (Nowadays, I'm up to a full dose.) It ended up making me feel more than a litte down. And given that I started a bit later in life (I was 41 at the time), it added to that perennial transition worry, did I start too late for this to have much of an effect. (Which seems to hit some trans people regardless of when they start.) So after a couple of months, I quit it. (Taking the pictures, not the hormones, of course.)
So, last week, I happened on some of those photos, and I had couple of moments where I thought, wait a second, who is that guy, I don't look like that. Particularly in the photos taken the night I took my first dose. So I selected a few of the photos from the first month and reshot them, trying to match the originals as best I could. I was struck by how different the two sets of photos were.
Just to see if I was imagining it, I made some jpgs that had the matching photos side by side, kind of a before/after (or before/now) kind of thing, and ran them by some friends and co-workers, and it looks like I wasn't imagining it. Looking at one of the pairs of photos, a friend said, "How long ago was that one taken?" "About 19 months," I said. "Really? If you'd just shown it to me on its own, I would have guessed that it was from 10 years ago." It's kind of cool. There's still a ways to go yet, but this was kind of cool, seeing a demonstration that I've gotten this far, on the physical side of things.
I'm glad I took those earlier photos now.
(Edit to add: I hope that all didn't sound too narcissistic.)
We Californians have our moments, though.Ah! Another one! Hello. :)
Where?
I'm Silicon Valley born and raised.
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So when I first started on hormones, around 19 1/2 months ago, I was taking a couple of pictures of myself at the end of each week, to see if I could notice any change. Which I guess was a bit foolhardy, given how low a dose of estrogen I was initially on. (Nowadays, I'm up to a full dose.) It ended up making me feel more than a litte down. And given that I started a bit later in life (I was 41 at the time), it added to that perennial transition worry, did I start too late for this to have much of an effect. (Which seems to hit some trans people regardless of when they start.) So after a couple of months, I quit it. (Taking the pictures, not the hormones, of course.)
So, last week, I happened on some of those photos, and I had couple of moments where I thought, wait a second, who is that guy, I don't look like that. Particularly in the photos taken the night I took my first dose. So I selected a few of the photos from the first month and reshot them, trying to match the originals as best I could. I was struck by how different the two sets of photos were.
Just to see if I was imagining it, I made some jpgs that had the matching photos side by side, kind of a before/after (or before/now) kind of thing, and ran them by some friends and co-workers, and it looks like I wasn't imagining it. Looking at one of the pairs of photos, a friend said, "How long ago was that one taken?" "About 19 months," I said. "Really? If you'd just shown it to me on its own, I would have guessed that it was from 10 years ago." It's kind of cool. There's still a ways to go yet, but this was kind of cool, seeing a demonstration that I've gotten this far, on the physical side of things.
I'm glad I took those earlier photos now.
(Edit to add: I hope that all didn't sound too narcissistic.)
Documentation is important later in a slow process, and it's good that you're seeing progress. Congratulations. And caring how you look is human, not narcissistic. Talking about it in a place like this is sharing good news, not being narcissistic. =)
We Californians have our moments, though.Ah! Another one! Hello. :)Where?
I'm Silicon Valley born and raised.
Sacrapamento
SacrapamentoWe Californians have our moments, though.Ah! Another one! Hello. :)Where?
I'm Silicon Valley born and raised.
I used to live out there.
I used to live out there.SacrapamentoWe Californians have our moments, though.Ah! Another one! Hello. :)Where?
I'm Silicon Valley born and raised.
Silicon or Sac? And where do you live now? And how long ago? LOL
I had a DM who lived in Sac a while back, but he moved before I moved to Sac. I used to live in the middle of nowhere about 45 min SE of sacto
Sac. It was many many years ago - single digit age. I can't remember the grade but I do remember being upset there was no snow on my birthday- Dec 21st. I do remember I was the most advanced kid in my class, I could read and write without a problem unlike every other kid there but one.
I moved back to NY after a little over a year. Mom had a fight with her roommate, who never liked me or kids in general, and we moved out.
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Thanks for your support KSF, and also, I like hearing about your progress, it is comforting to hear.
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There is a fun question to ask, what are folks favorite LGBTQ characters from fiction? ...aside from beloved pathfinder iconics? =p
Birdo.
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What?! She was literally the first other trans girl I ever encountered in any format. That Super Mario Brothers 2 manual made my little heart soar.
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There is a fun question to ask, what are folks favorite LGBTQ characters from fiction? ...aside from beloved pathfinder iconics? =p
Hmm, it rather irks me that I can't name any off the top of my head, while I have been known to like characters based on relationships they're in I've never tagged a character simply for being in the LGBT spectrum... This requires research...
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There is a fun question to ask, what are folks favorite LGBTQ characters from fiction? ...aside from beloved pathfinder iconics? =pBirdo.
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What?! She was literally the first other trans girl I ever encountered in any format. That Super Mario Brothers 2 manual made my little heart soar.
Oh wait, what about Ozma/Tip?