

I suffered from severe depressions as a teenager, and my therapist at the time suggested it might be due to gender dysmorphia. I was raised by women, no father figure, which made me a lil feminine in some characteristics. As a confused teen, i ate that idea up…
Years later i realized that wasnt it, and felt like my therapist was way too quick go with that idea. Clinging to a diagnosis was my way of keeping hope alive that i could fix the issue. I did fix it eventually, but not through gender reassignment surgery…
Just telling my family (russian, old values) about this wouldve been a death sentence. Im glad i had the foresight to wait it out as long as i could. My therapist was notorious among my self-help group for having a trigger-finger when it comes to diagnoses. That group was how i met my best friend, who id end up getting engaged with, 13 years after this whole thing :)
What seemed like gender dysphoria at the time, ended up turning out to be borderline personality disorder. Ive since learned to work with it and consider myself mostly ‘healed’. Even bearded men like being the little spoon spoon sometimes, aint nothing wrong with that :D