DisconnectedMind
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- Aug 11, 2020
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Sorry if this isn't an appropriate place to post this, but it seems like the best place, if you ignore that this is mostly a board for "hey look at this LGBT porn"
I have come to a point where I am starting to accept that I am wrong, and have been my entire life and that my depression and anxiety is a symptom of that.
In short, I am a mid 30s male, and I should be female.
I also think that at this point in my life it is far, far too late to do anything about that. With a family that depends on me, and a physical body somewhat reminiscent of Fat Thor for me to ever be able to change to something I would feel more comfortable in, I can't make any changes now without destroying at least a dozen lives (especially my wife and child who I love more than I hate myself) and becoming a frightening freak who no one would ever be able to get past the appearance of to accept or love.
There is a lot which has lead to this point, and looking back it's fairly clear I should have realised it way back when I was a kid and just maybe something could have changed, but in my life at the time, this wasn't a thing in the 90s, and I honestly thought it was more likely that I was an alien accidentally left here and one day, maybe, my people would remember I was missing and come and look for me... Either that or I was not being a good man and I just needed to push everything down and try harder to be normal.
I'm struggling really bad right now. I don't expect any kind of response from this, but maybe just putting this out there will help me get through this week.
I know it's weak that I can't even post this with my main account, but I need that to remain untainted, to remain my some-time escape.
I have come to a point where I am starting to accept that I am wrong, and have been my entire life and that my depression and anxiety is a symptom of that.
In short, I am a mid 30s male, and I should be female.
I also think that at this point in my life it is far, far too late to do anything about that. With a family that depends on me, and a physical body somewhat reminiscent of Fat Thor for me to ever be able to change to something I would feel more comfortable in, I can't make any changes now without destroying at least a dozen lives (especially my wife and child who I love more than I hate myself) and becoming a frightening freak who no one would ever be able to get past the appearance of to accept or love.
There is a lot which has lead to this point, and looking back it's fairly clear I should have realised it way back when I was a kid and just maybe something could have changed, but in my life at the time, this wasn't a thing in the 90s, and I honestly thought it was more likely that I was an alien accidentally left here and one day, maybe, my people would remember I was missing and come and look for me... Either that or I was not being a good man and I just needed to push everything down and try harder to be normal.
I'm struggling really bad right now. I don't expect any kind of response from this, but maybe just putting this out there will help me get through this week.
I know it's weak that I can't even post this with my main account, but I need that to remain untainted, to remain my some-time escape.