Being transabled is really, really awful some days. Other days, it’s only mildly awful. Today is not one of those mild days.
Today is one of those days where I cry myself to sleep, and wonder how I’m going to live with this for the rest of my life. Today is one of those days part of me wishes I’d kept hiding this, rather than dealing with it (but another part of me knows that’s not a long-term solution).
Today is one of the days I hate being transabled.