When I talk to myself, sometimes I call myself my dead name, or my gender I don’t associate myself with. I am self-aware enough to know I’ve associated myself as male and [name] for thirty-seven years, but it annoys me I haven’t made that connection in my brain somewhere that yes, I’m a girl, my name is Eshe. I feel it in my soul, so why is my brain being such an ass?
This doesn’t strike me as odd in the slightest. When you go out into a crowded room with a lot of conversations going on, your brain will filter out a lot of it, but there is one thing you’ll always always always hear, and that’s your name. Your ‘name’ includes anything used to refer to you, like nicknames or pronouns.
Your brain develops special circuitry to recognize your name, and it strengthens with use. It’s almost like a reflex.
I don’t know how long you’ve gone by “Eshe,” but it will be a long time before your brain develops those same shortcuts, if it ever does, and the old ones may never go away entirely.
It’s been little over a week lol. I kinda know I’m jumping the gun a bit, I just want my brain to get on to the same page that I just wanna be me, dammit.
Have you only been out for a week or chose that name a week ago?
I’ve been out for a week-ish. I chose it a few days ago. Again, I’m self-aware enough to know to give it some time, I guess I was just wondering if it goes away.
It does. Trust me ❤️