Floater's diary

Had a bad night. Panic attacks, nightmares, sweat. Most likely money related. It really destroys my sense of safety that each month when I get my benefits and pay rent, bills, meds for me and Nera, and the grocery haul, that's it. I feel guilty about it, although there's only so much you can plan when it comes to money when my income is what it is.

I had to take sedatives a couple of times after waking up from a nightmare and into a panic attack :(
 
Oh man, that sucks, I'm sorry. I suppose not having been able to exercise for a couple of days didn't help either.
 
I suppose not having been able to exercise for a couple of days didn't help either.
It definitely plays a role. I feel like a caged animal. But I'll ask the assistance person to give me a lift to the gym. It WILL make me feel better.

Breakfast was an avocado (because yes I'm a weirdo who likes them plain) and half of a 250g box of cherry tomatoes, just to be able to take my meds. Put rice to soak while walking Nera, started my congee, called a helpline to get myself distracted from this anxiety while it was boiling, and am now having lunch: congee with two fried eggs, pumpkin seeds, cilantro, and a slice of ham. The anxiety is literally so bad that I feel like dying but I try to take it a moment at the time. I'm glad I made congee because solid food would not have been an option. even the ham slices feel pretty intimidating right now. Going to have the rest of the cherry tomatoes for dessert.
 
Yay! Made it to the gym! More folks in here than I thought. Low row was never free. But I got a good workout in, despite not feeling very good physically or mentally (dysphoria was intense, I hated my tits and tummy every second, but didn't give up). Now I feel accomplished. Going to have my porridge and head home through the frozen hellscape the city has turned into.
 
Boiled some lentils while calling the helpline again because I was sailing from panic attack to panic attack. The person there was clearly well-intended, but I think it's somewhat of a miracle that so many trained health care professionals and crisis workers think that being transgender is a sexuality :jump:

Anyway: going to marinate the lentils in lime juice and soy sauce and go to the sauna while they soak the flavor. Temp has risen to -14 but now it's windier so my legs were starting to get stiff on my walk home.
 
Excellent self care under difficult circumstances.
I think it's somewhat of a miracle that so many trained health care professionals and crisis workers think that being transgender is a sexuality :jump:
Whut? How? Are they getting their terminology mixed up or are they genuinely that clueless?
 
Excellent self care under difficult circumstances.
Thank you!
Are they getting their terminology mixed up or are they genuinely that clueless?
I think it might be a bit of both. This lady, while I believe she was genuinely nice and supportive, dropped some cringe gold like "it's proud of you to change your identity", the next sentence switching to "figuring out your sexuality", and the common twist of worrying that trans people are using "words as weapons" against cis people who "don't get it". Like, she sounded elderly and was in other ways really nice so I kept my cool; I think that some people are legit scared to come off as bigoted and then reflect that fear towards minorities who just kindly correct them.

However, it does make me sad that some cis folks kind of deal with everything outside cis-hetero as "sex weasel". I mean, some people are too horny for their own good but that's an issue of morals and conduct, not of gender or sexuality. And I think that this lady's age was also to be heard in her response when I was talking about how I put a lot of thought into what kind of a man I want to be once I have gone through the treatments. She said something along the lines of "so you were hurt by men and now as you are going to be the one taking the active role, you don't want to do the same" which is a pretty Dr Seuss take on the birds and the bees. And in a way, once again boils down to the idea that trans people only transition so they could f*ck people of the opposite gender which is of course a catastrophic take that has led cis people to murder trans folks, especially trans women.

But: I spent quite a while in the sauna, pondering about all this, and eventually decided that peace of mind is a gift only I can give to myself. What matters is that while this help line lady was kind of outdated in her expressions, at least she has now had a talk with one of the weird and scary trans people, and knows that we don't bite. I can't expect the world to be perfect, I am allowed to feel sad and conflicted about people's reactions, but eventually living as trans will elicit all sorts of responses from my surroundings. I think that having lived in the role of a woman might make it a tiny bit easier in a way to deal with bigotry, whether well-meaning/accidental or mean/purposeful. Women and folks perceived as women are treated abhorrently all the time and it's a lot of unpacking to do to even see that for most people. Of course, men have their own issues too but such is the nature of power in societal settings: whoever gets the lion's share also gets the lion's burdens. No one benefits from oppression in the long run.

What a rant, once again. :D But I'm really feeling much better. When I was sitting in the sauna and looking at my reflection in the glass door, I kept molding my fluff to kind of figure what my eventual silhouette might be like. I know there's no certainty of a pleasant cosmetic outcome, but I can now also see the hard work I have put into this body already, and I can only wait for the HRT to start, and eventually, top surgery. It's not just that I'm finally able to consistently go to the gym and the pool, and mostly eat right. It's also that I'm once again able to do the little things that make me feel better: shaving, moisturizing so my skin looks as nice as possible, and using what little expendable money I have to make sure my hair is on fleek. My body has gone from something I would actively avoid looking at to a project: like an old house with "good bones". It is what it is, but what it is is not fundamentally bad or foul.

Hope. Having hope is great.
 
@LaMaria I think you might enjoy this video by Jill Bearup, who is a lovely nerd with a passion for staged fighting (AKA stunts, historical weapons, et cetera). I had a lot of fun watching this, especially as the short stunt actress in the video matches my body type almost to the T. (I'm 5'1, or 161cm, but I look a lot like her otherwise.) In (funnily) a way it alleviates my dysphoria a lot to try and remember that I simply can't zap myself a new body that would be respond to the laws of physics totally differently; f.e. no matter how much strength I gain on or off testosterone, my size 5 hands create a certain treshold of grip strength, which I will just need to deal with or work around. Of course, I'm lucky to live in an age where I don't need to fight to survive so it's mostly about getting pickle jars open, but I do love Jill's approach to staged fighting and explaining the physics behind it. Jill is alos really fun and charismatic as a content creator! (And a Star Trek nerd.) Might be fun for you too, as you must have a lot of expertise in the literal physics side of bodies.

 
What a rant, once again.
That didn't even feel like a rant to me, even if it may have started out that way for you. Sounds like you were trying to stay objective and find a way to let that woman's baggage stay hers rather than taking it on for yourself. Which is excellent!
That video looks cool - must not forget to watch it tomorrow. Just noticed that the 5 ft 5 woman is the TALL one :rotflmao:
 
That video looks cool - must not forget to watch it tomorrow. Just noticed that the 5 ft 5 woman is the TALL one :rotflmao:
Thank you for pointing out the positive in my post. Also, I always forget that tall women can be feel stuff about their height too :D :D I literally tilt my head like a dog when I look at most folks (and tall people look really nice to me, so I tend to forget it's not all smooth sailing for you either).

IDK if you know the "tall journalist lady" meme from a couple of years ago, (attached below) but I just love it. Resident Evil: Village (with Lady Dimitrescu, an 8-ft tall vampire lady) came out soon after the meme trended, and for a while there was a lot of crossposting going on. I feel like the short boi when talking to people, but then again, most folks are shocked to find out I'm as short as 161cm. I never wear heels, I just stand up very straight with my shoulders squared and wear a man bun to give me those couple of extra cm :D :D
 

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Dinner: two quesadillas with my last scraps of ham, some cheese, and green lentils. I haven't eaten enough kcal wise today, and not quite enough of vegs/fruit either (much improvement form the last two days though anyway), but I think my appetite will come back tomorrow, as I exercised today. And after I have hit the pool tomorrow, I will be ravenous anyway. Exercise really is the best medicine.
 
That didn't even feel like a rant to me, even if it may have started out that way for you. Sounds like you were trying to stay objective and find a way to let that woman's baggage stay hers rather than taking it on for yourself. Which is excellent!
:iagree: with LaMa. I see your "rants" as insights & they reflect your thought processes & intelligence.
I really hope you can keep up with your exercise in the cold. I find it is so beneficial for mental health & wellbeing. I was always the tall one (5'7.5" or 171cm) when I was at school, but young women now tower over me. G is shorter than me, but I don't care.
I hope your anxiety subsides soon :grouphug:
 
Sigh. Woke up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. At least I'm not panicky anymore, just a bit restless and annoyed. Had an avocado, will try to sleep more!
 
Fuck. Took Nera out for a quick pee, fed her, medicated her. Started to think about her tooth removal. Brushed her teeth (as well as she'd let me). Gave her Turkish yogurt. Now having a crying fit because I'm so scared that she'll pass away from the anesthetic and I will never again be able to pet her silky ears and kiss her forehead.
 
Fuck. Took Nera out for a quick pee, fed her, medicated her. Started to think about her tooth removal. Brushed her teeth (as well as she'd let me). Gave her Turkish yogurt. Now having a crying fit because I'm so scared that she'll pass away from the anesthetic and I will never again be able to pet her silky ears and kiss her forehead.
Aww :grouphug:
Archie bounced back instantly from his anaesthetic the other day. You wouldn't have known he had it. He has beautiful silky ears & I kiss his forehead too. Nera will be OK xoxo
 
:grouphug: Anxiety sucks and it lies to us.

I'm 1.74 (1.75 after a good sleep if I stand up very straight) and I'm the short one in the family. Used to be annoyed at not being taller but now I'm happy about the relative ease with which I can find clothes compared to my sisters - and depending on where I am I'm still plenty tall. In heels I'm taller than most men around here.
 
Thank you @Cate, @LaMaria .

Got some more sleep. Took Nera out, made breakfast: two boiled eggs, two quesadillas, half a box of cherry tomatoes. Put two eggs to marinate in soy sauce for later, and Nera got the two that cracked during boiling.

Anxiety is still sky high. Feels like there's an animal in my chest, trying to eat itself out of there. Everything tastes like cardboard. I WILL go aqua jogging today, I need to tire that beast out.
 
I made mashed potatoes and was so deep in my thoughts that I splorched in more water after the taters were done. At first I was pissed, but I decided to add in oat cream as usual and see what would happen. I have to say that creamy potato soup with marinated green lentils is better than I could ever have expected!!
 
You can do it. Fear is a helpful servant but a terrible master.
The irony: I did go water jogging. But this afternoon my mother called. Just before the assistance person arrived.

My brother was found dead by a janitor this morning in his home. Last time he talked to my parents was on Sunday, and he was sick then, planning to call an ambulance. He will be autopsied and the timeline of the formalities is open until that. Might be covid or not.

I guess I'm in shock. As you guys know, my brother was not a positive or safe person in my life. So I don't feel a sense of loss. But I do feel weird and disconnected (dissociated). I went aqua jogging for two hours and there were times when I found myself giggling or just having lost a bunch of time treading the water. I forgot my swimsuit in the locker room... I have to call the pool about that tomorrow. I feel more emotional about the possibly lost swimsuit than my brother's carcass waiting for his autopsy.

What I need now is to hold onto my safety routine - exercise, eat. Not expect too much of myself. Went grocery shopping after swimming and got food I know I will be able to eat. Chicken, gravlax, goat cheese, arugula, nuts. Blew my budget but right now that is secondary. I'll ask friends for little loans firther down the month if need be. I have to stay fed and as calm and collected as possible.

I also got a quarter bottle of whiskey. But won't open it until I have eaten roasted chickpeas (in the oven right now) and congee with marinated eggs, shiitake, and arugula. After that I'll mourn my own way for whatever there is to mourn about. I feel a little guilty that I am relieved too. Like this imposing, sadistic, leering presence that dominated my childhood is now gone and done for.

Don't have the energy right now to freak out about the funeral. That's going to be a fucking travesty and now I need to ground myself.
 
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