Ziko
04-17-2011, 08:28 AM
Not sure if this is the right forum for this, but oh well. Maybe I can get some help here...
Anyway, I'm 23 years old and in the US Navy. Almost constantly deployed on a ship. I'm currently at my home port in Japan, though.
This is really lengthy, for that I'm sorry. If you don't want to read it all, just read the bold.
I've been in the Navy 2 years come June. I've been forward deployed (3 months out to sea, about a month in port, then repeat) since August 2010. I'm female, but identify as an FtM transsexual. I pass incredibly well (that is to say, I look like a dude), and I just go into 'guy mode' when I'm off-base or on liberty (off-work). But while I'm on the ship and/or on base, I'm a female and everyone treats me as such (except really close friends). I'm basically living a double life, which is kind of stressful, but I've been doing fine for almost a year with it (at this command).
About two months a go, I had a small pregnancy scare, which really ****ed me up. After that, I had the worst period ever in terms of pain, emotions, etc., which I'm kind of thinking was more of a miscarriage and less of a period. Ever since then, my clinical depression (which I never told the military about, but I was diagnosed with as a kid) has been acting up a lot, and has just gotten continually worse.
About a month a go, it all went to shit. Someone did something that pushed my buttons and I blew up-- angrier than I had ever been in my entire life. I was screaming at my friend to shut the **** up and get the **** out of my workcenter. Ever since that time, I've been crying at least once every day. I had managed to hide it for a week or so, but then I just threw a ****ing crazy crying fit one morning and I was forced to go talk to the chaplain (kind of like a priest/counselor thing, what you tell him doesn't go through your chain of command-- it's confidential).
I told the chaplain everything about being FtM, and basically all he did was "wow living a double life is hard." I kind of figured he wouldn't really be able to help me, but it felt better to let it all out anyway. I told him I'd been suicidal every single period I've had since I've been on the ship, but the last one was the worst, where I had spent 3 days planning out my death to the finest detail. But I had blamed it all on hormones, on account of as soon as I stopped bleeding, I wasn't suicidal anymore. Just really ****ing depressed. I told him I never told anyone I had suicidal feelings, because the watchbill that'd be made would have to be all females (since I'm female) and that'd just make my suicidality worse.
... He told me I had to check in with him every day, to basically give the "Yep, not gonna kill myself today" spiel. We've been having small chats ever since, and recently he referred me to military one source for counseling. However, I've been sitting on my ass to calling them because m1s is based in the US, doesn't offer their face to face counseling in Japan (where I am), and their phone and internet counseling services are "inappropriate" for "serious or long term issues". According to their FAQ.
After 45 days of seeing no land, the longest I've ever been underway with no breaks(thanks to Japan's tsunami and earthquakes, sorry to say), I thought that finally BEING HOME and off the ship, and "destressing" in 'man mode' would make everything better. But now my crying fits are worse, and more numerous. I don't even know what I'm crying over anymore.
I feel like I've just been shit on. I know what the answer is-- suck it up or get out of the military (Transsexuals can't do anything in the US Military). I don't like either of those options because I really love the military. But I really want to get on hormones, get SRS, etc.
I mean, I've been in a rung of bad luck lately as well-- one boyfriend is leaving for the states, another bf started dating a girl I don't like (it's an open relationship-- I'm poly), I have to move out of my house, the apartment I'm moving into I keep getting lost walking there and I keep getting locked out, my roommates don't seem to want to give me a key, I generally feel unwanted and that I'm a hindrance to everyone, and there's the added thing of me trying to make new friends but them just treating me like a dyke rather than a guy. And I just learned that everyone in my department knows I went to the chaplain, and I'm constantly paranoid they're talking shit behind my back about it.
I'm used to bad luck. I've dealt with stupid shit like this before. But now it's like.. Certain things I could just let blow over, now I can't even listen to. Yesterday I had to leave a group early because I was getting frustrated over sex jokes. If anyone calls me "girly" I get super upset/angry when I used to let it not affect me.
I don't understand why I'm so sensitive to it now.
I just wan to go back to living my version of a 'normal' life and you know... Not cry every day over bullshit, and be able to talk to my friends without getting upset.
Anyway, I'm 23 years old and in the US Navy. Almost constantly deployed on a ship. I'm currently at my home port in Japan, though.
This is really lengthy, for that I'm sorry. If you don't want to read it all, just read the bold.
I've been in the Navy 2 years come June. I've been forward deployed (3 months out to sea, about a month in port, then repeat) since August 2010. I'm female, but identify as an FtM transsexual. I pass incredibly well (that is to say, I look like a dude), and I just go into 'guy mode' when I'm off-base or on liberty (off-work). But while I'm on the ship and/or on base, I'm a female and everyone treats me as such (except really close friends). I'm basically living a double life, which is kind of stressful, but I've been doing fine for almost a year with it (at this command).
About two months a go, I had a small pregnancy scare, which really ****ed me up. After that, I had the worst period ever in terms of pain, emotions, etc., which I'm kind of thinking was more of a miscarriage and less of a period. Ever since then, my clinical depression (which I never told the military about, but I was diagnosed with as a kid) has been acting up a lot, and has just gotten continually worse.
About a month a go, it all went to shit. Someone did something that pushed my buttons and I blew up-- angrier than I had ever been in my entire life. I was screaming at my friend to shut the **** up and get the **** out of my workcenter. Ever since that time, I've been crying at least once every day. I had managed to hide it for a week or so, but then I just threw a ****ing crazy crying fit one morning and I was forced to go talk to the chaplain (kind of like a priest/counselor thing, what you tell him doesn't go through your chain of command-- it's confidential).
I told the chaplain everything about being FtM, and basically all he did was "wow living a double life is hard." I kind of figured he wouldn't really be able to help me, but it felt better to let it all out anyway. I told him I'd been suicidal every single period I've had since I've been on the ship, but the last one was the worst, where I had spent 3 days planning out my death to the finest detail. But I had blamed it all on hormones, on account of as soon as I stopped bleeding, I wasn't suicidal anymore. Just really ****ing depressed. I told him I never told anyone I had suicidal feelings, because the watchbill that'd be made would have to be all females (since I'm female) and that'd just make my suicidality worse.
... He told me I had to check in with him every day, to basically give the "Yep, not gonna kill myself today" spiel. We've been having small chats ever since, and recently he referred me to military one source for counseling. However, I've been sitting on my ass to calling them because m1s is based in the US, doesn't offer their face to face counseling in Japan (where I am), and their phone and internet counseling services are "inappropriate" for "serious or long term issues". According to their FAQ.
After 45 days of seeing no land, the longest I've ever been underway with no breaks(thanks to Japan's tsunami and earthquakes, sorry to say), I thought that finally BEING HOME and off the ship, and "destressing" in 'man mode' would make everything better. But now my crying fits are worse, and more numerous. I don't even know what I'm crying over anymore.
I feel like I've just been shit on. I know what the answer is-- suck it up or get out of the military (Transsexuals can't do anything in the US Military). I don't like either of those options because I really love the military. But I really want to get on hormones, get SRS, etc.
I mean, I've been in a rung of bad luck lately as well-- one boyfriend is leaving for the states, another bf started dating a girl I don't like (it's an open relationship-- I'm poly), I have to move out of my house, the apartment I'm moving into I keep getting lost walking there and I keep getting locked out, my roommates don't seem to want to give me a key, I generally feel unwanted and that I'm a hindrance to everyone, and there's the added thing of me trying to make new friends but them just treating me like a dyke rather than a guy. And I just learned that everyone in my department knows I went to the chaplain, and I'm constantly paranoid they're talking shit behind my back about it.
I'm used to bad luck. I've dealt with stupid shit like this before. But now it's like.. Certain things I could just let blow over, now I can't even listen to. Yesterday I had to leave a group early because I was getting frustrated over sex jokes. If anyone calls me "girly" I get super upset/angry when I used to let it not affect me.
I don't understand why I'm so sensitive to it now.
I just wan to go back to living my version of a 'normal' life and you know... Not cry every day over bullshit, and be able to talk to my friends without getting upset.