Anyone doing anything in opposition to the “the norm” would be diagnosed as having a mental disorder. The infliction of societies demand for conformance and its distaste for individuality on the basis of doing what is needed in order to maintain tradition is a societal disorder. However, if the diagnosis of Gender Dysphoria (GID) must be assumed, it should be treated with necessary medical assistance to bring the individual to a mentally healthy state. Medical insurance should cover all necessary doctor visits and surgical procedures, just as there is coverage for any other illness. If private insurance can’t be afforded, medical services should be available through state and government programs as well as an issuance of social security income, as is given for some people with other mental disorders or disabilities. Hormone replacement therapy alone has been psychologically and scientifically proven to increase a transgendered person’s mental health. Enhancement of body image that reflects how a trans person wants to see themselves and be seen in society increases their confidence and security. Which in turn decreases their chances of suicide, drug addiction, prostitution and promiscuity as is often the case with people out casted with low self esteem. People in society and the personal lives of transgendered people generally create and inflict the mental damage that is classified as a dysphoria, simply by not allowing equal rights to them or respect for them as the person and gender that they define themselves to be. There are men and women that are on the verge or have previously attempted suicide because of pressures of trying to live conventionally for the sake of maintaining love and acceptance from family, friends, lovers or gaining and maintaining employment. Daily, many transgender people endure stares and pointing fingers from strangers, harassment, discrimination, and most unfortunately for some, they become victims of rape, beatings or murder. Yet the people pointing their fingers in judgment, and killing us are deemed mentally sane. If that is the balance of justice in our society then maybe I am dysphoric…
DYSPHORIA By “The Gentleman” Daily glimpses of a false reality. None of these things I signed up for...missing my signature of approval. I'm done with this. Yesterday I stood with a razor in my hands staring at naked flesh, I've now chosen to fix this problem. I close my eyes and felt freedom as the blade slid across what will now become my chest. Sometime there after I opened them to see my work. only to find myself tied to a hospital bed, bandages on my head and false caretakers called family looking in through a window. Perhaps I finished before interrupted...I look down and although wrapped they're still there. This may turn out to be a little worse than when i tried before. You see this will continue until I am allowed to be me. Having this addiction, this wrong body affliction could be the death of me. they watch and label, they contribute to my tears and feed mercilessly my fears, but no one is here to help. No one cares. Others before me have walked where I stand...on this desert ridden, God forbidden path to be just a “regular man". I wish I knew where they gathered strength to keep fighting. How did they overcome, because I give up..the razor will be just above the shoulder and right beneath my will to live. Right now I feel death would be a better option. i can read between the lines of life and see the message loud and clear. If my presence were needed then my true body would actually be here...not the one they attempt to force me into. Internally I feel that life's a wrap. Why should I continue to live in disgust, in peril? Often I refuse to feed a body that fails to feed me. But the death of it will be the death of me.. coincidentally to let "her" live is to murder him forever. It's a foreign object, it's an unfamiliar face, it's a tumor in the most unwelcomed place. I hate it and obviously it hates me too. All the while people claim to know me, they miss my pain and still call me "she." A word that pierces to the bone. I hate myself, and at the same time I'm only trying to be myself.....My world isn't chaotic...it's filled with dysphoria *Images retrieved from Google Images
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