Ok but as a dysphoric trans man the whole ‘you need dysphoria to be trans’ actually baffles me because even tho I’ve always has crippling dysphoria, it didn’t actually help me figure out my gender at all. I usually dismissed my dysphoria as ‘internalized misogyny’ or just not being feminine enough, which actually just caused me worse dysphoria.
You know what made me figure out that I’m trans though? Gender euphoria. The minute I got called a ‘sir’ is the moment that I realized, “shit this feels right.” And at that point I realized that I could no longer deny the fact that I’m not a woman and that I couldn’t keep living as one.
Here’s a hot take: maybe being trans isn’t so much about how uncomfortable you can be in your AGAB, but rather how much more comfortable you can be.
I thought my dysphoria was with being a human and having a changing body. (Weird and extra yes but hear me out, I’m autistic and back in the days before being diagnosed, I just thought maybe I wasn’t supposed to be a human.) But along the way of growing to realize I’m autistic, I sort of figured out those two were separate. Coming to terms with being a person and what it means to exist in society left me no more comfortable with my body than before. Even so, I wouldn’t have put it down to dysphoria if I hadn’t noticed how fucking good it felt to wear a sports bra for the first time with no chest whatsoever. Yeah, you need to be shown what you can be to notice that this isn’t who you are.
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