sorry for my shitty writing:I knew I was trans since I was 13, and ever since I was a child, I scared by my mom and (rotting corpse) dad into never talking about anything remotely LGBT, especially since I was living in morocco of all places at the time.I'm autistic, ADHD, so I genuinely can never function without my mom doing everything for me, I dysfunctional at basically anything administrative.I tried doing small feminine things in life, buut my mom found out, I was threatened, I denied it until she started pretending she doesn't know (while insulting everything about me behind my back), I've told "friends", but since I'm an obvious retard, they never liked me, or I never liked them.So I arrived in france a few years later, thanks to my dead dad who was french, with my mom, ever since covid (when I discovered I was trans), I've only become more chronically online (already was, but seems there's no limit to how chronically online one can be), I started doing more programming (eventually doing actual innovation in machine learning and neuromorphic AI), went to high school, got bullied over my femininity as per usual, went to uni, there's that one hon who at first seemed nice, clocked me immediately, which pushed me to be cringe since I felt a little more open, but since I was some 4troon-pilled retard, she obviously started not liking me, and the rest despised me for my cringy ass behavior, while also pushing me to be out and trans (she also considers herself a passoid, ha, looks more like your average midshit sneedhon, which is funny since she likely had HRT in her mid-late teens).
Meanwhile, I turn 18, fully planned out my transition before uni.... and I get nothing because things are slower than they seem, but that's fine, I can wait.... I got to general practitioner as was advised, through actual trans resources, and she advised me to... meet an endo, she told me he was the fastest.. buuut I had to wait 2 months for an appointment- aaand I missed it because I thought it was the day after, welp let's just call- and the number doesn't work, time to walk across the city to get there and get an appointment 3 months later. Meanwhile I fail uni because I mentally break down every few days and become obsessed with my ML project. Meanwhile each professional is surprised I'm not out to everyone on earth yet and instead asks if I'm mentally okay while the endo double checks if I want to freeze my damn sperm, and if I'm reeaaally sure about it.Meanwhile I lose my childhood friend because I fell in love and obviously I can't have nice things so now I'm fully alone, not that he could've helped, he was in Canada by that point.I get frustrated so I try DIY, my friend loses 150 dollars for the first try (he just wanted to help me), result, one package gets lost in india, the other is deleted off the face of the earth by the deliverers because apparently the relay store isn't my address, because of course I have to order HRT and my mom will throw it away and break my laptop and only thing I have, that's what I deserve for being born a retarded tranny.
Then the appointment comes and the result is I get referred to asking info from my psychiatrist, all the while I have to hide everything from my mom, where my relationship with her deteriorates every day, next thing I know I try to get an appointment and the result is "wait 3 more months, we want to rest in summer vacation while you rot in hell".So I genuinely give up, I hate reppers, but I'm genuinely just gonna rep, my life is going to be over before anything remotely changes, I'm too retarded to be independent in under 1 year, I can't kill myself because I'm too retarded to feel that way, so I can genuinely only rot inside a tiny appartment while I do the bare minimum to not go outside.
tranny reparations when?
>>44071456>>44071462>>44071473Just go to tranny camp
