The only thing that really triggers dysphoria for me these days is looking up people I knew (or knew of) way back from my LiveJournal days. It always turns into one of those “compared to these guys I look like a chick” nights. I was never popular with my online peers and it wasn’t for lack of trying. I think it kind of forces me to revisit the alienation on top of everything else.
I just need to go to bed and bury my head back in my denial. My life isn’t always perfect but it goes on and I’ll live.
I can relate to this on a deep level.
transmandad 