Hey! My name is Gray, and welcome to my channel. So, don’t get too excited. My voice isn’t any different. If it is, it’s because I have a cold. I will make a video soon about the changes that have been happening so far on T, and before we start with today’s topic, I want to direct your attention up here to the question. I want you guys to tell me what you want to see. What video do you want to see next week? Go ahead and vote, and I’ll take a look at that, and then make my next video based on that. Alright, so what are we talking about today? According to the APA, gender dysphoria involves a conflict between a person’s physical or assigned gender and the gender which he she or they identify. A lot of trans people have described gender dysphoria as sadness, as paranoia, or confusion, anger, and a lot of times it’s accompanied by anxiety and depression. I know at least for me, it was. Gender dysphoria is like sinking in quicksand. The quicksand is your body, the quicksand is your assigned gender roles, and you’re helpless. You can’t do anything. You’re trapped, trying to get out, of course, but ultimately getting nowhere, and in your head, you know you’re getting nowhere. It’s like being trapped in a cage. You might be able to see what you want outside, but you can’t get to it. It’s like walking around with a giant sign on your head that says “This kid is not what they say they are.” You worry: Am I man enough, am I woman enough, am I non-binary enough, am I, am I trans enough, am I presenting myself appropriately, am I expressing my gender in the correct way? The dysphoria is not logical. It doesn’t make sense. You know it doesn’t make sense, but you can’t help but believe it. It’s like having a giant rain cloud just constantly above you, following you every day. Sure, sometimes it rains a little less than normal, but it’s still going to rain. Some days it pours, some days there’s a flood, and sometimes it’s just a sprinkle, but it’s always there. There are days when I want to cry. There are days that I do cry. There are days that I want to scream at the top of my lungs. There are days when I don’t want to get out of bed. There are days when I avoid people. There are days when I avoid mirrors. There are countless days when I want to run from myself, when I want to rip off my own skin. Literally, I am not exaggerating when I say rip off my own skin. Sometimes it stops me from talking on the phone. It might stop me from wearing clothes I want to wear. It stops me from feeling confident in my own skin and going out in public. It stops me from fully loving myself. You don’t need dysphoria to be trans, but a lot of us do suffer from dysphoria. A lot of us have severe dysphoria. And even if you have mild dysphoria, that sucks man. If you’re a cis person watching this, just try to think about how you would feel if you woke up tomorrow morning in a body that wasn’t your own. I know a lot of cis people I’ve talked to have said, “Oh, that’d be fun. I’d experiment, I’d play around.” Okay, but how long would that last? I can guarantee you it would wear off. So for trans people, who from the day they were born, have had some sort of disconnect between their brain amd their body, it’s worn off. This is a hard concept to explain, but hopefully I’ve made it a little bit clearer. My name is Gray. Have a wonderful day.