10 years on, still struggling to accept myself
Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2026 12:21 pm
Hello there. I first used this board back in 2016 with a different account. I was 14 then, and I am 24 now. A lot has changed, but one thing that remains the same is the guilt and shame I feel surrounding my gender identity and sexuality. A couple of years after asking you all the questions that weighed so heavily on my mind, I found out that gay transgender men exist, and since that discovery I knew that’s exactly what I am and who I am. However, while I feel relief that I don’t have to be confused anymore, I don’t feel happy, per se.
Since learning more about myself, I’ve seen many people say that people like us are predatory, fetishistic, want to invade the spaces of others, etc. Some people don’t go that far with it, but suggest that it’s just not a valid or good identity or something anyone should be. Combined with a very anti-lgbt family and few meaningful connections outside of my household, I’m unsure of how to feel about myself.
A big part of me wants to change who I am. I’ve tried to force it several times. I’d give anything to be normal, to fit in and to be a good person that others can love, but I’ve failed each time. People make it sound so easy to “just stop” being gay, transgender, and so on, but it’s not. The feelings remain, and they only get stronger as the years go by. I hate being in a female body. I feel a constant discomfort and unease. I want to claw out of my own skin sometimes, despite how impossible that is.
I don’t want to be predatory or perverted or any of those things. The idea of becoming that way scares me more than anything else, I think. I was repeatedly sexually abused for years. The last thing I ever want is to inflict that pain and suffering on others. The mere thought disgusts me. I used to punish myself for wanting any intimacy at all. If I gave into the desires and engaged in self pleasure, I would self harm right afterwards. I wanted to discourage the feelings. That didn’t work, either, but I kept it up for a while because I felt like I deserved the pain, that I was legitimately evil. Sometimes I still feel this way.
Is there any hope for me? Do I deserve any form of acceptance or tolerance from others? If not, is there any hope for my “correction” so to speak? I’m so desperate to just feel alright again. I haven’t felt alright in a long time. It’s been so long that I don’t know if I’ve ever experienced that form of contentment in my life at all. I’m even more desperate for the safety and wellbeing of others. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I just want everyone to be happy. We’ve all suffered enough in these past few years, I think.
Thank you for reading. Any response is appreciated, positive or negative. Take care for now.
Since learning more about myself, I’ve seen many people say that people like us are predatory, fetishistic, want to invade the spaces of others, etc. Some people don’t go that far with it, but suggest that it’s just not a valid or good identity or something anyone should be. Combined with a very anti-lgbt family and few meaningful connections outside of my household, I’m unsure of how to feel about myself.
A big part of me wants to change who I am. I’ve tried to force it several times. I’d give anything to be normal, to fit in and to be a good person that others can love, but I’ve failed each time. People make it sound so easy to “just stop” being gay, transgender, and so on, but it’s not. The feelings remain, and they only get stronger as the years go by. I hate being in a female body. I feel a constant discomfort and unease. I want to claw out of my own skin sometimes, despite how impossible that is.
I don’t want to be predatory or perverted or any of those things. The idea of becoming that way scares me more than anything else, I think. I was repeatedly sexually abused for years. The last thing I ever want is to inflict that pain and suffering on others. The mere thought disgusts me. I used to punish myself for wanting any intimacy at all. If I gave into the desires and engaged in self pleasure, I would self harm right afterwards. I wanted to discourage the feelings. That didn’t work, either, but I kept it up for a while because I felt like I deserved the pain, that I was legitimately evil. Sometimes I still feel this way.
Is there any hope for me? Do I deserve any form of acceptance or tolerance from others? If not, is there any hope for my “correction” so to speak? I’m so desperate to just feel alright again. I haven’t felt alright in a long time. It’s been so long that I don’t know if I’ve ever experienced that form of contentment in my life at all. I’m even more desperate for the safety and wellbeing of others. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I just want everyone to be happy. We’ve all suffered enough in these past few years, I think.
Thank you for reading. Any response is appreciated, positive or negative. Take care for now.