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I really don’t know what happened but it’s like someone just flicked a switch in my brain and now my dysphoria has just gone to hell and I wanna cry or die or both. It just got really really bad

not being born with a penis..

is really hard :

-i just want to be able to feel something in my pants where the emptiness lies

-i want to be able to pee standing up and not be afraid of going into bathrooms

-i want to be able to TOUCH myself and feel natural and comfortable

-i want to be able to have SEX and not want to cry or be so angry that I am so uncomfortable

Somedays i sit here and i think… I really cannot wrap my head around why I wasn’t born with a penis when I physically and mentally know I am supposed to have one.

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Lmao all of em

My train of thought is horribly hard to follow and has a mind of its own. A normal conductor would think oh, I want to make a turn right, so I’m gonna wait for a rail crossing that lets me turn. But my train of thought just goes no! I want to make a turn and I’m gonna make it now! And I just go off the rails and that’s when everything goes wrong because then I can’t find my way back to the original thought and then I don’t know where I’m going and either end up in the middle of nowhere, far out from where I want to be, or right back at the beginning and not even realize it.

I think you just explained exactly how I feel that I can never explain to anybody

the fact i don’t have and will never have a cis penis is a fucking tragedy i’m never going to get used to

I feel this on a spiritual level. Like a void you KNOW will NEVER be filled bc even transitioning with hormones and such wouldn’t be fulfilling enough. To know you’ll never enjoy it the way you want. It literally makes me want to die.