I got into a heated discussion with my best friend last night. It was about... *drum roll* therapy and how he thinks it's necessary for people to make sure they'll be happy physically changing themselves with testosterone. I don't disagree with that. I think I've come to the exhausted conclusion that the only reason I'm so against it, is that I'm tired of trying to explain myself to people, and trying to prove day-in and day-out that I am a man. My dad and smom are amazing people and they accept me for who I am, but there are other people who make me feel like I'm not normal - that I clearly must have mental issues and that's why I've got to see a therapist. I've felt this way for as long as I can remember - before I had words for it, and I'm just so tired of it. It's the beginning of it all - I realize that now. I thought coming out would end this feeling, but truthfully I'll have to face it for a long time coming. Not everyone understands what being transgender means, and many more (like my mom) don't believe in it. It's a mental illness and a sin and apparently I've got a nice house with a view of a lava pit in hell waiting for me when I die.
My therapist is a very nice woman. I'm glad I can talk to her about this, and I trust that she wants to help me. I just have to remember that. And I just gotta wait a few more days for our first real session.