I've gone from a state of obsession, where I was using every moment possible to dress and taking risks just to calm the dysphoria, to a state of "Sure, i'd rather be in X or Y clothing" but simply can't be bothered to it.
For me, this is a sign of depression creeping in. I have always said that I would be quite happy for it to just disappear, but then I have a day like today where I have a delivery of new clothes coming and I have zero desire to make the effort and take the risk of getting dressed.
Just needed to rant I guess - I feel like I had a really progressive end to 2020 where I could openly talk about this with a few female friends, and I had a proper talk about it with my wife, and then boom, it's gone.
It'll be back, I know that much!
