Hey everyone!
I'm a 20-year-old homosexual guy (thought it'd be relevant to state the sexuality part), who has been dealing with anxiety for the last two years.
Now, I have never actually been "diagnosed" with anxiety, but I have had some sessions with my doctor (they offered me some "therapy sessions" of some sort, because I felt anxious) and talked a lot with my mom about it when I first got anxiety.
Prior to the day that the anxiety suddenly struck me (when I was 17), I have never been dealing with any psychological problems in my life, so naturally I was completely taken aback, and was very scared and confused. I was certain that I was going crazy, because I felt this sense of not being awake (You are all probably familiar with that stupid feeling of somehow feeling as if you are dreaming), and I kept looking for mental illnesses on Google, because I was afraid that I was becoming schizophrenic, or something like that, and kept looking at "symptoms of psychosis due to drugs", because I was completely convinced that my state was caused by that single huff of a joint that I had taken two months earlier - Which was completely irrational!
But talking to my mom helped me a lot, because I needed CONSTANT assurance that I wasn't becoming psychotic, although it, once again, was completely illogical, and I would even call her several times a day, while I was in school, because it freaked me out so bad..
And it was around this time, while she spent a lot of time helping me with my anxiety, that she accidentally asked me whether I was "satisfied with being a boy or not". (She actually meant to ask me if I was homosexual, but she was tired and formed the sentence in a strange way, which she didn't actually mean - So she corrected herself). Well, I told her that yes, I was gay, and she was very cool about it and all, so that was the way I came out to my mom, although I really hadn’t pictured coming out to her like that.
But for some reason, the first question she had asked me lingered, and I became very confused about that, too, and I kept looking for answers on the internet for whether I was transgendered or not, although, prior to that day, I had never considered it whatsoever!
I have never been a feminine guy (probably a bit metro-masculine? haha), but when I was little I always clicked better with girls and didn't mind playing with girly toys and dressing up sometimes as well - Like many other gay kids have done, I assume.
Due to the fact that I often played with girls, I was often bullied by other kids (it was always the same few kids, others treated me nicely), who called me things like "tranny" and told me that I should have been born a girl, which naturally made me sad and angry, since I didn't perceive myself as a girl. And this, I think, should be evidence enough to prove to myself that I am not transgendered, because I have never actually wanted to be a girl..
But then again, my head keeps reminding me of certain things from when I was small, which could prove me otherwise, such as the fact that I liked dressing up sometimes, wearing wigs and dresses, as well as a few occasions, as I recall it, where I have thought that it could be nice to try a be a girl. But on the other hand, my choice in toys has never been fixed at anything specific, because I also really liked cars, video games and these boys’ toys called ”Bionicles”.
Furthermore, I also keep recalling a lot of times when I played with my friends, and almost always chose to play a female character instead of a male character, and it makes me feel really embarrassed for some reason, although I know many girls who preferred to play male characters instead of female characters as well; And then another memory keeps popping up, which is my only memory where I actually consequently wanted people to misgender me, which was a time when I was 10 or so, on a games forum on the internet.. But when another member on the forum finally called me ”she”, I said that I was in fact a boy; so this memory actually turns into a strange paradox to me, and makes me feel annoyed, because I fear that I may have a suppressed idea of being a girl.. But then again, since I was kind of a ”pretty kid”, or at least had an androgynous face when I was 11-12 years old, I was once misgendered by someone in public, which made me annoyed as well, because, well, as I’ve stated, I felt as a boy!
So all these strange thoughts just keep popping up in my head, and it is as though I’m constantly evaluating and trying to logically settle my inner ”discussion”, except that I just keep throwing the ”ball” back and forth without actually ever coming to any settling conclusion.
Furthermore, I have never hated my body, and I don't hate it now either! Just before the time where anxiety hit me I actually really liked my body, and now I feel kind of neutral about it - Perhaps because anxiety has a way of making me feel a little more "neutral" in general in proportion to emotions, due to this feeling of being "outside of myself" or sometimes as if I'm dreaming, but I still don’t hate my body. And sexually, I have only ever fantasized about being with another guy with the body that I have/had, although I have a hard time having real sexual fantasies after I got anxiety.
But annoyingly enough, after anxiety came along, I have sometimes looked in the mirror to check if I felt that something was wrong about my body, although I didn’t think so, and other times I would even avoid looking in the mirror fearing that I WOULD feel something was wrong; Although I've never felt any resentment!
But these thoughts still annoy me a great deal.. I think and think and think almost all the time, as if I can't stop! I keep wondering if I want to have breasts, if I'd be happier as a girl, wonder if I actually hate my body although I know that I actually don't. Sometimes I can spend quite a lot of time researching gender identities on the internet, and whenever I read something about the way you can discover your gender identity (for instance that some people realize it late in life, or that you can, in fact, be in denial in proportion to gender as well), or even when I read about certain random celebrities like Caitlyn Jenner, I will feel freaked out and all confused and feel as if I'm unable to separate what I'm feeling from what a transgendered person feels, although I don't actually hate being me, or don't have an internal feeling of being a girl.. But the thought just seems real, somehow!
Another thing I can mention is the use of pronouns; I don’t actually hate or cringe upon being called ”he”, but everytime somebody calls me ”he” I will note it and sometimes start thinking: ”Did I like that?”, ”Would I have liked it better, if they had said ”she”” and so on.
The same goes for words like ”son” and even my own name, although I don’t hate being called either son or by my name, and never gave it any thought when I was younger; Actually, when I was around 14 years old, I really loved when my younger cousins said that they’d wish I was their ”older brother”, because I would get a sense of pride. And additionally, when I hit puberty I never thought what was happening to my body was terrible in any way.. When I grew a beard I just started shaving, it just seemed very natural to me, and for a long time I actually thought that my greatest physical trait were my hairy legs (a teenager’s mind sure is funny sometimes), and, well, although I had a fascination with long hair (such as wigs) and have experimented with makeup, although never wanting to wear it in public, I always liked getting a cool, short haircut and really loved wearing ”cool” clothes.
So I guess it’s only natural that I perceive these transgender-thoughts as a confusing paradox.
Furthermore, I have also had some periods where this worry/thought about being transgendered has disappeared for awhile, because it was replaced by other chaotic thoughts. For instance, there was a short period where I was so worried that I was a paedophile and that the police would come and get me, and yet another time where I was worried that the government was watching what I was writing when I chatted with my friends on Facebook (both of course stupid and illogical); I have even worried about suffering from male-pattern baldness for two weeks straight (this one is quite funny though), and whether I was addicted to pornography or not, after reading about a guy who was addicted to it!
Luckily I have managed to overcome these thoughts almost completely (for some reason it's easier for me to find a logic solution to these thoughts) but the one about transgenderism just won't go away, and it just feels like such a big taboo for me to talk about it; Not because I’m transphobic, but perhaps because I fear that if I talk about these thoughts, they will become reality, or that a psychiatrist will conclude that I won't stop ruminating unless I accept that I am transgendered or whatever.. Which makes me feel at unease..
Luckily I have learned how to control my anxiety, but unfortunately I wake up almost every morning feeling uncomfortable around my chest area (around my heart), while feeling a little anxious, although the feeling is never as ”strong” as it once was.. So do you think that it perhaps is possible to get so used to feeling anxiety that the sense of it kind of.. Flattens out, but still is there? Just like when you watch a great movie for the first time you will feel really fascinated, and then the more times you watch it the more ”neutral” the sensation of watching it becomes, although you still enjoy watching the movie? (Does this comparison make sense to you?) So my only way of defining whether I feel anxious or not, is by checking if I have heart palpitations, if I feel restless or by determining how strong my sense of "unreality" is!
So, summa summarum, I’m really tired, scared and confused by feeling these things, and thinking these thoughts.
Phew, this post got a lot longer than I had expected – Really sorry about that, I guess I just needed to get it off my chest.
But what do you reckon this might be? May this be connected to something like OCD, although I don't recall that I've ever shown symptoms of OCD before (the only things that pop into my head is the fear of talking in telephones when I was younger, and my fear of dogs), might it be Generalized Anxiety or what is this I'm feeling? I know that I shouldn’t ask for a diagnosis from people on the internet, but I just felt that I needed to ask and have a little discussion about it, or maybe get some advice.
Thanks in advance!
- Kazoo