Hey, so I apologize if I'm loopy typing this. It's way later than I should be up, and I wasn't even sure if I wanted to make this post. I've just been hurting a lot lately though (to the point where I've considered a voluntary hospitalization), so I wanna get my feelings out there.
I (19 MtF) had been dating someone (22 NB) since June. It was going really well over the summer and the beginning of semester, but I got sick in September and never really recovered. That, the stress of classes, and the frustration over bedtime schedules due to spending time together (which I admit was a problem, but one I was willing and trying to work on... hospital stay until 7:30 AM due to the illness sure didn't help on that front though) was just too much I guess. (We also didn't match diet-wise, as they went completely vegetarian after we started dating.) They also said that I "deserve someone better," which I think is bullshit because they were the only one that was there for me, and often, the only one I felt would actually give a damn if I dropped dead. I miss them, all their enthusiasm, and all their love so badly. If I could've just spent my life with them and have no other worries in the world, I would've. But, I guess it just isn't how it's meant to be.
I also feel bad because it just doesn't feel like I am ever going to find anyone again, much less anyone that treats me as a person. I'm just shy of 350 lbs and in fucking Los Angeles for college. This city's beauty standards are so insane it's crazy. I've struggled with depression and trauma disorders (and might have undiagnosed autism), and I just can't connect with people. It just feels fundamentally like I'm a subhuman freak just for existing and that by continuing to be alive, I'm doing everyone a disservice. Being trans, being neurodiverse, being plus-size, and being into women/fem people exclusively while being a woman makes everything hard even on its own. All of these combined is a recipe for disaster, which made me so happy that I found them and that they asked me out first. Sure, things weren't perfect, and I did have to set a hard-rule about not discussing my weight and how much I eat early-on, but they largely were great. Now, I don't know if I'll ever find someone. I'm also at a small college too, which doesn't do me any favors.
Part of this could just be my depression and longstanding suicidal ideation making things worse, but I just generally don't have hope. They were one of the only people who I could tell genuinely cared about me, which makes this so much harder. I still haven't told my family that we broke up because I just haven't been strong enough to do it. Honestly, there's a good chance I'd probably be dead already if it wasn't for my partner who just left me. I'm just all over the place and don't know what to do. I'm in therapy and I am trying to get set up with psychiatry, but I can't fundamentally change these kinds of material conditions.
Idk what to even ask for. Thoughts? Advice? I just don't know. LA is a city of nightmares for plus-size women, I know that much. I also don't want to have to turn to the apps or risk things with off-campus dating. I just don't know what to do.
Sorry for the rambling.