Imagine It
What gender dysphoria feels like

Imagine that all your life you felt something wasn’t right. You couldn’t figure it out. It just was there, all the time sitting in the back of your mind.
As you got older, it never disappeared but you were able to isolate it enough that it didn’t interfere with the rest of your life. You learned to function and fit into society. You hid it from everyone and you began to hide it from yourself…whatever it was, it never went away.
Imagine that it was embarrassing to talk about it with anyone. It was way too personal and no one you knew could possibly understand, much less, accept.
Imagine hoping that you would outgrow it, or that it would fade away and leave you alone. Then imagine that it never does. It is always there lurking in the back of your head. It makes you ashamed, knowing that if you shared it, others would think that you were a freak.
Then imagine that instead of it going away, it starts getting worse. It becomes all you can think about no matter how hard you try to bury it. It starts to take over your days and nights. It is always there.
It creates fear, depression, self-loathing, shame, guilt, anger and desperate denial.
It leaves you alone, in painful solitude. It makes your soul cry out in desperate pain. The sound echoes through your heart and causes you to cry out in isolated anguish, wishing for someone — anyone — to simply hug you, to know they understood and they cared… anyone…
Gender dysphoria is it, and it is what I live with every day…
…imagine it




