Last weekend I went away for a caravan weekend with my brothers, 4 days and it went pretty well to be fair. I'm sure my brothers are still adapting but they never made me feel anything other than things where normal.
I had a good time but I did notice a few stares and it started to make me self conscious, it was hot and I wasn't in jeans so a bit out of my comfort zone.
Didn't help that I jumped into a picture (I usually avoid pictures) and I just can't see anything but all the bad bits, I tell my self I have a right to me be me and I shouldn't care but it's that constant battle, usually it doesn't bother me.
Here is the picture I put it on just because how I see things isn't always how others see it, I see my big feet, horrid facial expression and I seem so damn tall and blokey. Btw my brother that is in the pirture has autism, so please no comments about him.
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By Monday I have to return to work and it's like an avalanche of all my demons and anxiety hit me hard, I just want to cry. I felt so low and yet I had actually had a good weekend.
Going through the week the doubts creep back in, doubts if I can face a life of constantly being different and being stared at, yet I could never go back again. I can't be that person ever again those of you that are at this stage and beyond will know what I mean by that.
Once again my hang-up about my height drives me crazy, so Saturday I go to the hairdresser with my ex and just sit and wait for her, convinced the world thinks i'm an odd bod. The girl that brings me tea looks uncomfortable like she doesn't know how to speak to me, I get bored in the end and go to the shop. You have to shrug this stuff off and carry on, there is no other option. I try on some stuff that actually fits nicely and that helps my mood.
Anyway i'm digressing, my ex comes out (I agreed she could tell them I'm TS, I don't ever like to be outed but I didn't care for this).
Her hairdresser said, your friend is lovely and tall! When my ex told her I was TS she couldn't believe it and the tea girl was new, so probaly felt unsure of herself.
I tell this story as I believe it highlights maybe that it's not always what we think, how much of it is in the mind? How much do we analyse stuff and it's just not happening? And is being tall a problem then?