u/Illustrious-Paint998

I am a trans girl(17) from Florida who is working right now to prepare myself to move near supportive cousins in Pennsylvania due to not being able to transition because of transphobic parents. How easy would you say hrt access there? Are there good jobs for a multilingual teen with high school education in the state? This may only by a short term move if I want to do college but i would like to know a base line!

(Also to those who don't know what florida is like, where i live a teacher got fired for using a trans persons pronouns and name and the student herself i think was expelled, also medical care is illegal for me *no matter how bad my mental health is from that* and hard to acess for adults so yeah)

I am a T girl and i know for a fact i have dysphoria but i'm not sure to what extent, and im not sure how badly it affects my physical and mental health since i'm a closet minor living in florida with conservative parents so here i am instead of therepy or something.

I feel- nuetral with a slight negative lean twords my chest but i've never understood the boob craze, fine if other people like them but personally i don't want my back to give out when I'm 30 so im glad I'll likely be smaller. I have- pretty bad discomfort with my body and face- it's noticibly masculine in ways like voice hair, shape that sort of thing. I hate facial hair deeply. Bottom dysphoria is huge for me and i hope it goes away sometime.

TLDR; "I hate myself and think everybody hates me too"(Jaiden animations, 1984)

I've noticed this weird thing throughout the comunity of people getting real mixed up in how we can lable and catagorize everything when we know that humans are some really funky lil guys.

There's debates over weather or not a trans man can be lesbian or if a hypersexual-asexual is a contradiction, but we need to look at the real problem here, ✨️bigotry✨️!!

Spread the message, love y'all and drink water!!!

I feel like I'm on the brink, or maybe already past it but i've known I'm a trans girl for about 10 months now.

I'm closeted, a few freinds know but I live in florida. I live a fine life, dad works militarry and we're living the "American dream" and yet i still am, by some force of boredom my own mind and maybe some deity itself, deeply unhappy.

My mom thinks she knows me but it's a thin facade, her son is dead because he was never alive but I inhabit a body she thinks is his.

I can barely go a day without- screaming, crying. Wondering if any of this is remotely worth it, I have a mouth, i could scream. But that scream would be a worse fear than what cause it.

I think I've messed up. Can't say why but whatever has lead me to make this post knows why I'm doing it. I know theres no purpose to any of it and that made me feel better for a while.

But i don't know if i can hold out much longer.