<p>Self harm is a recurring theme within my life.</p>
<p>It takes so many forms, too. The cutting and burning, sure, but also the self-sabotage. Dropping my testosterone to zero. If approaching this in a sexual fashion was wrong, then remove the sexuality.</p>
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<p>An obvious solution.</p>
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<p>I punished myself for what I did. If was fetishizing, if I was causing harm, then I deserved to suffer for it. I removed my sexuality from the picture. Cyproterone acetate twice a day and medroxyprogesterone every two weeks does a really good job of that.</p>
<p>I tell myself now that if I belive something to be true when I’m depressed as well as when I’m hypomanic, it’s more likely to be right.</p>
<p>Perhaps if I still felt like I existed a few millimeters to the left of my body when sex wasn’t a part of the equation, I was more likely to be right in pursuing the path of gender exploration.</p>
<p>I talked with JD about this, he helped me out, but I told basically no one else. I tanked my T and attempted to learn from my punishment.</p>
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<p>Now now, what did we say about secrets?</p>
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<p>And then I let it slip on FurryMUCK, yes.</p>
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<p>You spilled the beans.</p>
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<p>Yes. Then I admitted it. I talked about it.</p>
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<p>You spoiled the surprise.</p>
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<p>Everyone was so confused.</p>
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<p>Lapsus linguae.</p>
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<p>I was so ashamed.</p>
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<p>You spoke too soon.</p>
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<p>Even my punishment was wrong.</p>
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<p>It was the last thing <aclass="pulse"href="/furry/margaras">Margaras</a> heard from you.</p>
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<p>Never mind stopping myself from creating Younes, nevermind stopping myself from chemical castration; if I could go back in time, I would stop myself from saying anything for just a few more days.</p>
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<p>He died knowing that about you.</p>
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<p>If Margaras had to die, I would that he not die with that being the last he heard from me.</p>