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PLEASE JUST TALK TO ME

Matthew 18:15-17 "If your brother sins, go and show him his fault in private; if he listens to you, you have won your brother. But if he does not listen to you, take one or two more with you, so that BY THE MOUTH OF TWO OR THREE WITNESSES EVERY FACT MAY BE CONFIRMED. If he refuses to listen to them, tell it to the church; and if he refuses to listen even to the church, let him be to you as a Gentile and a tax collector." I want to share this passage because as a Christian, I do appreciate other believers pointing out where I have gone astray. As this passage says, if your brother sins, the first step you take is to confront him in private and show him his faults. Something happened recently where the first couple of steps were skipped and spiritual authority figures were immediately involved. If I've done something wrong, please just talk to me first without assuming that I'm incapable of a mature discussion. 
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48 Hour Challenge: Don't Wear a Binder

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Okay, okay, it hasn't been 48 hours, yet, but this is day two of not wearing a binder at all. I've decided to try this fun game where I ignore my gender dysphoria and refuse to wear a binder even when my brain instructs me to. "But people will notice your bust!" my brain cries. Nearly every girl is convex in that area, and in most girls, the bust is noticeable. And since I do not wear skin-tight clothing to reveal the shape of it, I am no more likely to be stared at in that area than other girls. Besides, I'm not going to let other people's view of my body dictate what I wear. That has never been the sole anxiety of my gender dysphoria. "But if you look down, you'll see the surface area of your chest sticking out!" my brain stabs deeper. Then don't look down, stupid. I'm very hard on myself when it comes to taking charge of anxiety or motivation. I know most therapists would encourage you to "coddle" yourself as you prepare your...
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How My Parents Handle My Gender Dysphoria

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This is not going to be a didactic post. This is going to be wholly self-indulgent as I map my feelings of the way my parents deal with my gender dysphoria. "Make sure you look feminine" is something I hear whenever I'm going to some gathering of people. It always fills me with frustration. Why do you care? It's my body and I should dress in what makes me feel good. "Just dress feminine." It's like telling an anorexic to "Just eat." Well, dang, I hadn't thought about before, Professor Obvious. The problem is that my BRAIN MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I'M FILLED WITH FREAKING INSECTS WHEN I TRY. When I visited camp last week, as I was signing in, the man greeted me, "Hey, bud. Are you excited for camp?" He talked down to me as if I were a little boy, because I'm 4'11" 3/4, I was wearing a collared button-up, and my hair was short and shaggy. I did not correct him. I found that I liked being called bud and sir and man. Everyb...
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