u/Transxperience

I had been feeling unwell all evening last night, but I decided to ignore the feeling and just go to bed, and sleep it off. About 3 hours later, I woke up to my chest hurting like hell, I felt weird, really weird, and reality started turning grainy around me.

Soon those grains started growing larger in my field of vision, until I could see them much clearer. It was writing, and it was all around me. Everything was made up of this writing, it was some language that was alien to me, but it did resemble greek a bit. It was everywhere, my sofa, the chairs, the walls, it covered everything, and I remember thinking in the moment: "Huh, so we *do* live in a simulation afterall!". Then my chest pain passed, and reality returned back to normal.

I'd like to hear if you people have any thoughts about this?

"Is that a woman?"
"No, that's a man"
*snicker*

<me staring off into the distance, doing my best to ignore these people>

It doesn't hurt as much as it did before, during earlier transition, but it still stings a bit. It still makes going outside, and dealing with people a daunting task. It's been so many years at this point, it's getting really old. I wish I could be 100% cool about it. Just let them laugh, and not give a single damn about it. But it makes my stomach turn a little bit, still, every time.

Any of you (non-passing girls) reached a full zen state of not giving a single fuck about people around you misgendering you, and how long did it take you?