I finally got the hint that my girlfriend needed some space as she shouted, "You're suffocating me!"
In her defense, she had told me this outright several times. It's times like this when I realize what a man I am. Guys are thick, with a tendency to be terrible listeners: especially to our girlfriends. I act like a guy, but fortunately for Brittany I know how guys can treat women. They treat me the same way unless I "pass" as male. I try to remember how not being listened to makes me feel and listen, or at the very least make up for it. Yeah, I usually just make up for it, because as I said, us guys are thick.
Why Brittany needed space? Well, as usual, that's a long story. Poor Brit is sometimes the only person I talk to, at least the only person I want to talk to. For Brittany her days at work are spent talking, to lots of people, and at night sometimes the last thing she needs is well, me. Unfortunately for her, however, I have always been a little different... and when you are a kid that translates into being bullied. I am pretty damaged, I am not going to lie. Events in my life as a kid at school and sometimes home, coupled with my anxiety as a trans-man, have led me to be very anxious in a crowd.
