So after talking with a friend on here, I have come to the realization that I'm transsexual and not bigendered. This came to me because I have been wanting to live as a woman for a very long time now and have been suppressing it. I have come out to people I know, including my S.O. and immediate circle of family of family and friends. They know I'm dead set on this and that I need it to be happy. Some are less supportive than others, (ie still calling me by my birth name and using only masculine pronouns and have openly stated a refusal to stop doing so) but all of them want me to be happy. I've also changed both the name and gender on my facebook account, so I've technically gone public with it as well, though people may or may not notice). Acceptance isn't much of an issue right now, although not many people have seen me enfemme yet, so I expect that to change and can deal with that as it comes.
The problem I face is how far I want to go with this, as well as having a limited income with which to figure this all out.
I know that I would prefer to have as few surgeries as possible, and would rather keep my penis. Does this mean I'm not transsexual? I do want to live as the woman that I know I am, and want to legally change my name and all of that and an prepared to accept the hate and transphobia that comes with it, but I'm unsure of taking hrt and getting ffs done.
Then comes the fact that I'm a full time college student that lives at home, and only makes what the government pays me to go to school. I don't feel entirely honest about taking taxpayer money for a sex change, but then again, I'm getting desperate.
I know that when I look in the mirror and see that masculine face and build, a little part of me dies inside each day. When I shave and put makeup and a wig on, I feel a bit better but it still feels like a cheap farce and hollow. Mainly because I know that I still look like a dude in makeup. Knowing that makes me die inside a little as well. When that realization hits, I get majorly depressed, refuse to do any kind of care or grooming to my body and just hide in my room for days. (school doesn't start again until next monday and my band rarely meets for rehearsal sadly, so my obligations are limited)
Most of the gg friends, gm friends, and family I have are too busy to spend time with me on the whole so I have nobody to talk to about this and for some the topic makes them uncomfortable anyways. I feel alone, trapped, and abandoned.
I would LOVE to be able to talk about all of these things with a gender therapist, but I have no money or insurance to see one and am afraid that they'd kick me to the curb even if I did. That and I don't even know where to find one within 15 miles of where I live (bad tags on my car forces me to make short driving trips, lest I get it impounded)
Sorry for the rambling that only insomnia can bring, but I don't know where else to turn for help. I'm scared that if I don't deal with this soon, I may lose what little sanity I have left.