So, I thought I'd be okay wearing a dress to graduation. I thought that this would be my last hurrah as attractive in a female way. Dysphoria, for me, is pretty hard to distinguish from what I usually feel anyway. And I'm not immediately hit by dysphoria when I put a dress on or put on makeup, but I've started to gradually feel uneasy. Now I'm pretty sure this is full-blown dysphoria. I feel like I'm lying to everyone. This isn't me. Everything just keeps building up and making me more and more dysphoric. I enjoy expressing my feminine side and once in a while that means doing girly things but when it's something I'm doing most of the time I get uneasy. I don't know- I have no-one to talk to. I thought before that I was supposed to wait a while before telling my parents. I'm going to my therapist on Wednesday but... ugh. I don't even know what I'm trying to get by posting this.. :tears: I'm upset and don't know how to cheer myself up.
I have to say first of all that you sound exactly like me, except my parents knew pretty much as soon as I started questioning my gender. I think you should wear what you're comfortable in, which from the sound of things wouldn't be a dress or anything that portrays you as a girl. Be you! Walk outta that school/college with as much self-confidence as you can. If people think it's odd, you're not going to see them again anyway If you know that you're lying to everyone then why keep doing that? ---------- Post added 15th Jun 2014 at 03:30 PM ---------- I found that what cheered me up when I was upset about gender was accepting myself and what I was feeling, and then taking pride in my new-found identity and reassuring myself that it was okay.
You're right, Minnie. I'm not sure if I'll be able to work something out within the limited time-frame, but you're right.
you can get lots of suits last minute! my friend put in an order for his rental tux less than a week before our grad :lol: i was definitely there at my graduation, though (which was about a month ago). every time someone said i looked pretty or complimented my dress, i wanted to scream. the days following where everyone was posting pictures to facebook were even worse, though. i was pretty messed up for a while.
