Dieses Gefühl von Freiheit, wenn ich vor dem Rausgehen nicht mehr ewig brauche, weil ich nicht mehr darauf achten muss, dass meine Tucking-Unterwäsche richtig sitzt.
#trans #transgender #gendereuphoria

Sorting through my late mother's clothes today, I was struck by how many items gave me simultaneous #genderEuphoria and #genderDysphoria when I tried them on. My mother was a very gender-nonconforming person. Her style blended butch and femme elements. She worked outside and liked to wear men's jeans and flannel work shirts that hid her figure. Trying them on, I would see myself in the mirror and think, "I look so much like my mother!" But then I would realize that to anyone who didn't know my mother, I would probably just look like a man. I love looking at myself and seeing my mother, but is it worth not being seen as myself by others? I don't know.

feel like I've unlocked a new wave/next step of gender euphoria. this is awesome.

Standing in line to check in for my appointment. Person comes in and stands behind me.

Another person gets up from the chairs and approaches them, to say they were in line behind me; they just had to sit down.

And during the interaction, they pointed at me and said, "I just wanted you to know I'm after her."

Aah, gender euphoria! My piercings have finally healed and I'm wearing my first ever earrings for the first time.

I have a question for people who have transitioned. Especially if you didn't have a lot of dysphoria beforehand.

Did you ever find that dysphoria increased as you began? Largely, so far, all I've done is socially transition. It wasn't even clear to me whether I'd go further. Initially that just resulted in #GenderEuphoria But now I'm finding that things that didn't used to bother me are bothering me.

This is great advice. I should have known I was trans, not because of how miserable being a boy made me (although it did), but because of how uplifting it was to experience those rare moments of feeling like a girl.
Getting "misgendered" as a boy felt amazing, even if I was too ashamed and confused to tell anyone.
Before I admitted to myself that I was trans, my therapist, who specializes in helping LGBT folks, asked me to really sit down and think about when I'm my life I felt happiness. It was an eye opener. She was asking me to acknowledge those moments of gender euphoria and teaching me to understand them. In the end, I had to agree that I was obviously transgender.