for context i’m in high school

okay so my best friend (allegedly) who calls me their best friend, was having this hang out with an old friend of ours that moved to texas. they mentioned it to me in conversation a few times, but otherwise the plans where pretty vague

so i ask a few times if i was invited but every-time it would be met with like a “oh idk i can check later” or like “sure let me see what day”, or some other sentence that isn’t “oh sorry your not invited”

so im just assuming “okay maybe someone is going that i don’t like” right

so last Sunday happens and im bored so i go to call my ALLEGED best friend and ask “hey are you busy i’m bored, wanna play roblox or smth” and they respond with “oh no i’m doing that hang out thing today, maybe another day” RIGHT right

which sucks, i’m used to being left out, but maybe it’s just like a one on one thing yk.

i check the internet a day later

posts everywhere from 3 of my closest friends, of a giant sleep over with 5 of my amazing friends hosted by MY best friend, talking about some “girls night sleepover” with funny photo shoots, character cosplays, and quotes

IDK MAYBE IM OVERREACTING, BUT DONT BEST FRIENDS USUALLY BE BEST FRIENDS WITH YOU

all of these people are close mutual friends of ours, BTW

Edit: thx for the support, i didn’t realize it was bad, i just though i was overreacting T-T

Hi my name is Marie!! I just wanted to share some first time thingies! I went to the men's washroom cause I wasn't like idk, I felt dysphoric and didn't want stares and this guy said "this is the men's washroom?" So I went to the correct washroom and then later getting on an elevator this girl said "bye ladies!", it's the first time strangers have done this and it's so awesome!!

Completely unprovoked by the way.

I’ve been at my worst for a while now. My narcissistic ass ex is gone, all my friends would never pick me first, and one of my long distance friends went cold on me after he got himself a real girlfriend. That last one, that morning, I cried for the first time in months.

Rightly so I’d been trying to detox and get a handle on my media and try not to think about how everybody leaves me in the end. So imagine my surprise when my mother sends me a picture of me at my first ever speech and debate event with a haircut that’s definitely a lot shorter and more tame, talking about how sharp I looked.

I’ve already been going insane trying to figure out who I am and what I wanna be. I’ve already always felt like I was built wrong for anything else. This one stung. It really fucking did.

It was a picture my dad had taken at my first ever speech and debate event (which I won, fytb) but that really just was the cherry on top there.

I haven’t the slightest idea what else to do about anything.

Something I've seen more and more is transphobes quoting this, claiming, "Trans women are just as dangerous as cis men! See! See!!!!!"

The comparison shows the similarities between 17,178 cis male prisoners, and 129 trans people who identified as trans (but did not have a gender recognition certificate which I don't know if that matters)

• 76% of the 129 trans people had committed sexual crimes.
• 16.8% of cis men were incarcerated for having done so.
• And 3.3% of cis women as well.

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Let's break down some things that are clearly wrong with this information.

1. We do not know if these people are actually trans
2. The disparity between the numbers is asinine
3. The UK does not consider women to legally have the ability to rape people making that number untrustworthy.

What kind of information can we actually glean from this?

126/17,178 =0.0016

0.16% of the incarcerated population identifies as transgender. (even less if we add in the cis women population)

Estimates in the UK census say that the trans population makes up slightly more than 0.5% of the total population.

.16%/.5%*100%=32%.

In conclusion:

A trans person is 68% less likely than a cis person to be incarcerated.

We are far less dangerous than cis people and the math proves it.

Alright, a bit of explanation. I (transfem) have done a lot of voice acting. Whenever I play games with anyone watching, I do character voices. I've done a bit of voice acting work for my friend. I've done a wide range of characters, ranging from a literal 7-year-old to an old mentor type. A lot of these characters have, of course, been women. I have gotten quite experienced at sounding like a girl from this. Then I realized I was trans. Of course, all of this training from voice acting made it really easy to do a femme voice! I watched like 3-4 voice training videos once just to know what to actually do, and viola, nigh-perfect fem voice. My friends have been telling me I have "mommy asmr potential" and I just feel so euphoric. Very :3!

Just wondering if you game; if so, what system? Just never got into the Am I the Best Killer routine.

I've recently started university, and I met someone in my class who is also in the LGBTQIA+ (gay) but even though he knows that I'm trans he is very obviously purposely referring to me as a man even in conversations where it's just extremely unnecessary, saying stuff like "this MANNN!" like it just seems very malicious to me and it's nearly been 2 months now.

Yesterday, despite him knowing what I classify myself as, he very obviously purposely tried to out me in front of my newer group of friends who are straight men and was asking me what I would label myself as and because I'm literally at the beginning of my journey I really don't feel comfortable with people knowing yet.

Also yesterday, when we were in the cafeteria I brought up that I can just eat so much stuff and I still struggle to gain weight, and instead of saying something supportive he instead says "well you're just an underweight man" and laughed.

It's even gotten to the point where people seem confused by how strongly he emphasizes 'MAN' when referring to me because everyone naturally uses them for me as I'm strongly androgynous.

I remember telling him that I'm going to get a few sessions of laser for my chin because he had to bring up my chin shadow for no reason and he's like "well I need it more than you!" out of nowhere.

I’m going in for a ultrasound on my heart next month, just trying to figure out how I sit there partially on my side for 20 mins and let the doctor do his thing on my heart while I’m not out yet 😵‍💫 my chest has grown substantially and I rock a decent sized pair of boobs. Don’t know how to feel about being in boymode and having to be that exposed. I know it has to be done, just forgot that there’s going to be some awkwardness there…

Ive been on hrt for a while now and my boobs have grown alot in the past 2 months. Like they jiggle all over the place when i get up from bed and i need to hold them when i go downstairs. Also they are really heavy which i didnt expect. I love all of it :3 Even my friends are noticing it. Makes me happy awawa :3

This is gonna sound really pathetic but like

I've never really been in a relationship so I've always been "touch starved" but it wasn't really a desparate need for it, more like a nice to have than anything. Now im on HRT and prog and holy fuck I neeeeeeeeeeeed someone to hold me and touch me and kiss me and many other things literally all I want is to feel someones warmth to the point it like actually hurts

I don't think I've ever needed anything this bad my entire life, is it the hormones doing this? It's never been like this. I might need to get my social life together just so I can have this as soon as physically possible

Wow it feels so crazy right now I have had it since I was a teenager and most people know me with it. I shave other parts if myself but this feels so permanent and different I haven't seen my face in years

Every second of my life since accepting I'm trans has been miserable. And I was already depressed before, but this revelation has made me aware of how miserable I really have been plus it's doubled that.

I want to be a woman but I don't want to be trans. I plan to start hrt before the end of the year but part of me dreads it. I'm not even strong enough for my current life let alone the one I'm about to start living.

Being trans, especially in 2026, is the biggest humiliation ritual imaginable. And I'm extra sensitive to humiliation. I have no will to do anything but scroll on my phone and rot in bed.

Is there any sort of conversion therapy or meds I can take or lobotomy or ANYTHING I can do to just be normal. ACTUALLY normal. I repressed for years and it broke me. I don't want to want this. I want to be normal and enjoy being normal. Because I'll never be a woman. So if I could at least forget about this whole delusion and genuinely move on from it maybe I'll have a chance at living an actual life.

I just wanna feel alive again. I wanna feel worthy of my place in this world rather than someone whose very existence is offensive.

I live in MAGA country. I was certainly not trying to get gendered correctly when my ID and registration are the birth sex. I am pre HRT even though I have long hair. When we vote you have to go through a security scanner. You empty yourself of any metal and step through the scanner. They give you your items back. For me that was my keys and my black clutch that I use for my wallet. After the police officer gave me my items back, he said something to the effect, ”ma”am the office for voting is down on the right. My driver’s license and voter registration are still readIng Male. I am in a state where you have to show your ID to vote. it is back to sir when I get in the office since they are seeing your ID. I was not even trying to get that police officer to ma’am me. I guess him seeing me using a women”s clutch override everything he was seeing. I don’t pass. Obviously I am trying to get misgendered in this case. At least they gave me no trouble with voting. My clothing is women’s blue jeans, boy’s collared polo shirt, and a black misses women’s jacket. The color and style it does not look like a women’s jacket. I wear neutral looking black women’s flip flops but he probably is not even noticing my footwear anyway. This is my standard boy mode stay in the closet outfit. My family thinks I am no longer transgender. Obviously I voted against all those Republican nazis.

Everytmine I hear one of my roommates or friends refer to me as Transgender MTF or AMAB it really hurts me inside I don’t know if just deep down I am transphobic but the term MTF makes it seem like I am a man becoming a woman instead of a woman who was born in a body commonly associated with men. AMAB Makes it seem like I was born a man and yes I understand that male is a sex but male is also used to describe gender too. Lastly Transgender, A transgender person is someone whose gender differs from their sex assigned at birth. I don’t like this term because its definition implies that the male sex is incompatible with being a woman. It also implies that sex and gender are the same thing wich I don’t like. I don’t know if I’m being over dramatic or if I’m the transphobic one I just feel like these terms are hurtful and they kind of feel like slurs to me. .I wish we used more accepting language If anyone has more acceptable ways to describe a “Transwoman” please tell me?

I Apologize if I’m in the wrong my roommates have told me that these are polite terms but they just feel insulting.

edit: I have told my roomates to stop but one of them thinks I’m ashamed of my gender identity for not using the term trans on myself.

I am afraid of the future of the world, I am afraid of not getting HRT, I am afraid of not getting SRS, I am afraid of people, I am afraid of not ever being pretty or passing, I am afraid of never getting out of my parents' grasp, and I am afraid of not being a real girl. I am so scared. I feel helpless. Idk what else to say.

I have no clue what anyone is supposed to say to this. Idk if there IS anything to say.

also, if you've seen my posts on here before, and you're annoyed by me already. Sorry for the trouble.

I'm 37, and I'm almost 11 months into HRT. This past year has completely changed my life.

I've lost weight, gotten healthier, been sober for over a year, and for the first time in a very long time, I actually like the person looking back at me in the mirror.

I'm happy being a woman. I don't regret transitioning. Not for a second.

But holy shit, the emotional side of this is exhausting.

I spent 37 years being someone everyone knew as a man. I was funny, stubborn, loyal, and the kind of person who would do anything for the people I loved. I wasn't a bad person. I was just carrying something nobody else could see.

And now that I'm transitioning, sometimes it feels like people are mourning someone who isn't even gone.

One of my closest friends told me he was afraid he'd end up hating me for "killing" the person he knew.

That hurt more than I can explain.

Because I didn't kill anybody. I'm still here.

I still have the same memories, the same terrible jokes, the same loyalty, and the same love for the people in my life. I'm just finally allowing myself to be happy.

And yet I feel like I'm having to introduce myself all over again to people who've known me for years. Like I have to earn back the love and friendship I already had.

Then there are my children.

I have three kids, ages 8, 10, and 16. I haven't spoken directly to them in over a year.

Our relationship started falling apart before my transition, back when I was struggling with alcohol. I take responsibility for that. I know my drinking affected my life and my relationships, and I can't pretend otherwise.

But I've been sober for over a year now, and I'm trying so hard to become a healthier, better version of myself.

Their mother tells me they don't want to talk to me and that they don't believe I've stopped drinking. I haven't heard that directly from them, so I don't really know what they're feeling.

I used to talk to them all the time. I used to have them stay with me. Now I send money for their birthdays because I've been asked not to send gifts.

Today was one of my children's birthdays, and I was told they didn't want to speak with me.

That absolutely broke my heart.

I miss everything about them. Their voices, their laughter, their hugs. Just being their parent.

I know sobriety doesn't magically repair relationships. I know rebuilding trust takes time, and I know I can't force anyone to forgive me.

But God, I miss my babies.

And on top of that, I'm getting ready to come out at work.

I'm terrified. Not because I'm ashamed of being transgender, but because I don't want people to stop seeing me as a person. I don't want to become office gossip or suddenly be treated like some stranger.

I just want people to treat me the same.

And then there's my mom.

God, I want my mom.

She doesn't even know I'm transgender yet, and I'm terrified to tell her. She's never said anything hateful about trans people. I'm just so scared of losing her love that I can't bring myself to have that conversation.

When I think about telling her, all I want is to hear five words:

"I will always love you."

It's such a strange feeling to finally love yourself and simultaneously be terrified that the people around you might stop loving you.

Lately, everything has been hitting me emotionally. Wave after wave. I find myself fighting back tears at work because I don't know how to hold everything together anymore.

I even had an urge to drink again recently. I didn't, and the craving passed, but I felt ashamed that the thought had even crossed my mind.

I've made a therapy appointment because I'm realizing I can't keep carrying all of this by myself.

And the hardest part is that I'm genuinely happier with myself than I've ever been.

I love who I'm becoming. I also love the person who got me here.

They're not two different people. They're both me.

I don't want to go back. I don't regret transitioning. I just wish becoming myself didn't feel so much like risking everyone I love.

I'm not really looking for someone to fix everything. I think I just need to get this off my chest and hear from women who've been through something similar.

Has anyone else experienced this? Being happier with yourself than ever before, but feeling like your relationships and emotions are falling apart around you? How did you get through it?

hi, feeling a bit lost, nervous and conflicted at the moment.

I'm in a long distance relationship with my partner who lives in Orlando. She has visited me in the UK a few times and I would love to visit her but I'm incredibly nervous about it all and hearing lots of conflicting information.

For context, I'm British, I pass rather well, but have been unable to get a grc meaning my passport still has 'M' on it. Part of what's scary is I don't even know if having M or F is safer in this case ;—;

A lot of my friends, both in the US and UK, say flying into Florida is a bad idea rn if you're trans, but Orlando is of course a more progressive city. To me, the risk feels rather low, but if something bad were to happen it would be devastating. Someone suggested I just wear Micky mouse ears and no one would bat an eyelid lol.

A lot of my nerves come from never having flown on my own before and flying as a trans girl feels scary - and I don't think it's going to get any easier in the near future.

Not sure if I'm looking for reassurance or advice or what but I want to take some proactive steps to try and do this. If anyone has any experience flying internationally to the US as a trans girl I'd love to hear about it.

Thanks :)

I've been exploring the trans community lately, and it means a lot to me. Reading about other people's experiences helps me feel less alone and understand myself better. I'm curious to know how others found their place in this community. Was there a moment or an experience that made you feel you truly belonged? 💗🏳️‍⚧️

I’m looking for advice because I want to have a serious talk with my boyfriend. We’ve been together for over 12 years, and I realized seven years ago that he was trans. He’s always loved borrowing my clothes (he has a huge amount of lingerie and women’s clothing now) and I even went to his first Pride parade with him recently!
The problem is, I’m not attracted to women... He told me he’d never transition for fear of losing his job and losing me, but that makes me incredibly sad, and it’s just too much for me to handle right now.
He’s likely going to get laser hair removal, and I hate hairless bodies ( due to trauma involving someone who abused me and was hairless, the skin contact with no hair disgust me ) but I just said I wasn't really a fan. I don't want to hold him back, because I never want to dictate his choices; that’s not my place.
I want to tell him that, no matter what happens, I’ll be there for him; the thought of leaving him makes me feel like dying. But it would be selfish to stay with him (despite the life we’ve built together) just to keep him... I’m lost.

Edit / I use male first pronouns at my partner's request, and I wouldn't mind changing that if he asked me to.

​ I have never legitimately been this torn in my whole life, and I am completely drowning in it.

​I’ve known my ex-wife since we were children. We built a massive life together, got married, and share five amazing children. Our history goes back decades. When I transitioned about a year and a half ago, it cost me our marriage, and the grief of losing her has been nearly unbearable.

​Lately, the pain has had me questioning everything. Part of me has been so desperate to bridge the gap and get her back that I’ve caught myself toying with the agonizing thought of detransitioning just to fix what was broken.

The terrifying part, and why I’m so torn, is that I actually love being a woman.

​For the first time in my life, I love clothes—not just a single pair of jeans and five shirts, but a real wardrobe. I have more than one pair of shoes (12 now!). I actually love makeup, and in less than a year, I’ve gotten genuinely good at it. When I look in the mirror, I finally see me... Like the me who I have known actually matches what I see in the mirror.

I am looking at a crossroads where it feels like I have to choose between completely losing the person who holds my entire heart from childhood (I couldn't even be friends anymore because it hurts too bad I can't be a friend with someone I love and am deeply attracted to), or losing the person I fought so hard to finally see in the mirror. Neither of us want to see the connection go and we've been trying to work with things but her grief is coming back and she is missing a ghost.

​How do you navigate this? How do you let go or make peace when you feel like you're losing either way? Any advice or perspective would mean the world right now.

Not to adults, but to people my age, I have been introducing myself as my closen name, even if they don't know I'm trans.

I always use the excuse "\[deadname\] is a shitty name, 'Stelle' is a better name", it works every time.

My chosen name isn't too common so I can get away with it, people named Estelle usually go by Stella anyway, not Stelle.

Atp I don't really care if I get "exposed" for being trans, I'm 17 and I've lost my fucks to give, as long as my dad doesn't find out, it's fine, which he's not really involved in my school.

I am closeted but one thing I certianly know my mother would say is "I love you just not this lifestyle you're chosing" and I can't really grasp what that would mean because I'm hardly changing much.

I've always been feminine(and that wouldn't change if I was a boy, I've just been barred from showing it) and even as a young kid thought I'd just be a boy that wears whatever I want, a suit one day a dress the other or a cute tank top. Regardless of what words I use to describe that.

I am a woman because I am physically and socially uncomfortable and unable to be boy/man- hell I'm closer to being "socialized femininly" since most of my freinds growing up have been the girls and gays and so I've been familiar with a chill nights period talk or opening up on a deep level to freinds thats not considered typical of cis men's freindships after young childhood.(Honestly I hope its just a steryotype its such a nice healthy expirience)

Weather it be nature or nurture I am who I am and changing that effectively means you want me dead, non existant, most memories altered or erased for a stranger to me to exist.

I'm just a person and I wish I could express this to the people I care about in my life, I'd choose to be trans and make these same decisions over and over again because otherwise, I'd be giving up my existsnce for some guy not I nor even my parents have ever met.

How can I tell all that to ignorant cis people?