Here’s the thing you need to know about people who transitioned as adults: their transition is probably a truly epic saga. They might be the most basic person ever, and they might not tell you their story, but it’s there.
Maybe it’s about the extremes they reached running from their dysphoria. Maybe it’s an intricate web of relationships and pain and sorrow. Maybe it’s an internal tale of descending into themselves to battle daemons that society itself cursed them with.
Transition is wild, yo.
@old_angry_queer That and stories have a way of changing over time as different parts of our stories become more or less important to us.
Yes, some of that is trauma and some of it is just the nature of stories. I know the way I tell my story to day is vastly different than the way I would have told it even a year ago.
@faithisleaping @old_angry_queer @Willow I am lucky in that I always perceived deadself as a wholly different person. When we traded places again, finally (after ~38 years of me being hidden), after a few months on hrt…I felt him die. I grieved his passing. His memories are mostly still here, but faded to barely-visible photographs. Only a couple of his friends became my friends, the rest drifted away.
My life now is still being built. I pass in public it seems after 5+ years, but likely will never truly know what I look like (not diagnosed but maybe bdd). I used to tell a long story about things, but now I’m simply an old batty woman. 🤷♀️
Willow, Venus Pirate 🏳️⚧️
Gender David Copperfield
Faith, Purple haired feminist 🧋 
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