xss27 wrote:
When you're sick physically you retreat, you isolate, you rest and stop energy expenditure. Psychological healing requires the same approach of removing influences, not adding to them (psychedelics). Not that what I say will change your mind or anyone else's, but I recommend taking a step back, getting your head level, and re-evaluating before making any rash decision about 'gender identity'.
Of course, this is good advice. HRT has permanent effects, if I choose to pursue that, all of them sound
awesome. Surgeries are also permanent, frankly most of them sound medieval. I want to be clear: this isn't a flight of fancy.
I haven't dosed since that experience. My main therapist wasn't super well-versed in gender issues so I hired a second therapist to discuss the nitty gritty of this. I've spent a lot of time learning about the process of transition, more than you have. I have spent a lot of time learning the stories of others, and trying out things I haven't allowed myself to do in a decade. I'm trying to stage out things so I have time to feel, and time to think about how I feel. I'm not impulsively plunging into this headlong just because I had a funky trip, I'm taking this on in a systematic way with expert advice and lots of time dwelling on it.
Yes I'm aware that transitioning won't solve all my problems.
It will solve at most, exactly one problem, and expose me to a multiplicity of others externally.
hug46 wrote:
I think that you should take longer than a few months to decide on any long term changes. If life is already better, isn't that enough already? Whatever you decide for your journey , i wish you all the best Strigiform.
Well, the "life is already better" part was a progression of realizing my self-worth and engaging in self-care. If I stopped at trip four I would have agreed with you.
I was learning to live in my body in the first four trips, as opposed to "in my head" as my therapist suggested, or as I was experiencing it: "outside my body pushing it around". Learning to be embodied wasn't all that it shaped up to be. My pain tolerance lessened because I cared more, but my discomfort with my body was increasing. Thought patterns of disordered eating screamed, I was feeling really tired, more than physically. Existentially exhausted. I was burning out, because I was always burning out, now the LSD was helping me really feel the consequences of my self-neglect. A piece of me was starting to wonder if maybe now would be a good time to die... (that's when I hired the therapist)
CW: Suicide mention, and maybe you just don't wanna deal with TMI in the next three paragraphs, so skip those if you'd ratherSee, ten years ago, I almost killed myself. My life was looking bleak, I felt so hopeless. My parents isolated me completely from reality in their fear of the world and in their religious zeal. I had just acquired access to the internet at 15 years of age. As I learned how to bypass the Jesus Internet Filter and avoid browsing surveillance in the following few years, it became obvious my religious home schooling had likely sabotaged my future. Also, side note: before puberty I was
convinced I was a girl, even in the environment I was in and the beatings I received. I even came out and said it to my brothers when I was like, 11. After puberty hit I figured it was too late or impossible to live as a girl. I didn't like the body changes. I went through periods of trying to embrace manhood, but that was like hugging a cactus.
Out of sheer curiosity and spite, I decided to stick around, and to shove the regrets and fears down
deep, and hide all aspects of feminine preferences and "rebelliousness" from my parents, so I could move out without being homeless, and maybe be able to go to a college. So with respect to the gender issue, I turned to "dealing with it", which was not working, and to be abundantly clear,
has not ever worked.
I began living in a totally morbid way. I figured that I would just off myself if it got too bad, the whole time. I began pushing myself hard in ways that were outrageously neglectful. Money was more important than health, so no doctor visits. Dentist shmentist. My self-worth was zero, but I did seek help when I was having trouble
performing. The anxiety and depression were just... incidental. I got diagnosed with ADHD and was given powerful stimulants, which were a mixed bag for how they addressed symptoms, but the risks were easy to consider since I had no care for my awful, ruined body.
Ater I moved out, this acting didn't stop because I was
scared. Just being a feminine guy was not a compromise that worked; just being vaguely into girly stuff still outed me as weird. Compromise really meant total compliance with male behavior and nothing on my end. I figured I'd go bald so I buzzed my hair short. I figured well, I have facial hair might as well have fun and tried some things out. I tried so hard to be a man.
If I choose ignore what I know to be true at this point, I would be engaging in something other than self-compassion. I feel ready to continue on this journey of becoming more vulnerable and embodied, and it's clear my hangups on gender were getting in the way. Acknowledging them is powerful for perspective, but that's half the process. You may think it is too soon to, well, okay ... how long is enough?
I'm earnestly asking, because I don't know how one can demonstrate they
are trans enough, or more generally,
have suffered enough to merit caring about themselves.
Finally, I want to reiterate: the point of this original post was to highlight unexpected positive change with respect to a long-standing issue. Since the transgender element of it is getting a zesty freeze peach controversial reaction, I also agree that a thread should be started in another spot. Because, honestly, I'm not gonna bother to try and unpack: "political philosophy of trans". That's a secret topic for the next transgender political deep state occult meeting -- oh my, which is on the Lunar new year! Hmm, that's real soon.
Anyway, I really would prefer to talk about working through these incredible experiences, integrating them, and doing something interesting with that. It has been interesting hearing the stories of gender experiences being projected into psychedelic experiences, and I'm willing to admit maybe it's possible to read too much into an experience, but this isn't my case, it highlighted how
utterly scared I was of something as simple as feeling like being a girl's body. A cis man doesn't think: "Oh no not the girl thoughts again".