dysphoria, mh--
My transition was always mostly driven by joy and euphoria. Yeah, I knew dysphoria, sometimes it hit hard when I saw something I don't like about my face, or when I got misgendered while tired, that sort of thing. It hit hard and then it went away. (And also, up to a point, when you're used to trans joy, lack of joy can be some sort of low key dysphoria.)But heavy, pervasive, crippling dysphoria is something new. I had no idea how hard it could be.
I just want people to look at me and see a woman. Like the other women around me. That's simple, ever so simple. And, apparently, so impossible.
