This one was more detailed and intense.
...Means I'm sleeping better though, right?
I think what brought it on was yesterday.. First time someone who knows me ONLY as Ethan has seen me without my binder. That would be the cute girl upstairs (and her friend). My boyfriend had run to the shop on the corner, to buy ice cream, and left our inner front door open (the door to our flat, not the one onto the street). The girl from upstairs came down to go out (with her friend) and poked her head in, asking if everything was okay, why was the door open. And I wasn't wearing my binder, as the boyfriend asked me to take it off.. I felt very, very, very uncomfortable..
Additionally yesterday someone finally got the guts ta ask me "Where have your boobs gone?" though I just said "Use your head."
Not ready to be outed at work.
Anyway. The nightmare was just that but worse - somehow I had forgotten my binder, and gone out, and gotten really far away, and had nowhere to go and no way to get rid of them.
It doesn't sound that bad.. But the intensity of that fear and disgust were.. Horrible.
Gods.. I don't want to wait for T.. Or chest surgery.. Not if I keep getting nightmares.. Could I buy the gel online? But I haven't the money.. And you never know what you'll get..
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