
Like I shared in my last post, I've started therapy, which is required to get HRT (and anything gender related) in this country. In my second session, the therapist showed me an hour long video about some Swedish detransitioners and told me to not go to any community meetings, because that might "muddy the waters" and give me biased opinions or something.
Today would have been my third session and I was prepared to go there like this and tell him what I tought of his approach. Then the clinic canceled and I'll have to wait for the next session who knows how long. I can't just walk around like this at home, because it's frowned upon. And since a kid is involved and possible custody issues in the medium till long term, my freedom around this issue is severely limited, even in my own home, despite not being a couple anymore with the mother of my only child. Since I told her what is going on with me, she only treated me like garbage.
I decided to at least make a few photos. It's not much, just some light makeup and nailpolish and some clothes that actually spark joy inside me, instead of the rags I'm forced to wear as a "man". It's far from perfect and the beard shadow makes me want to peel off my skin, but I feel like there is potential here and I'm way more comfortable looking like this, compared to how I'm forcing myself to look, in order to be accepted in this society. Even trying out makeup is next to impossible by the way. I got accused twice of wearing some, when I wasn't and called a liar about this.
Okay, I'm just rambling. Or I'm just venting, I guess... Maybe I just wanted people to see me. The real me, or as real as I'm able to get right now.
Greetings from Germany,
Juna