TY; still trying to figure out if I killed my own bro by babbling too much about brats and making him drink himself to death or if our bizarre and toxic family were actually telling the truth about his cirrhosis of the liver getting that bad that fast being "Just one of those things".

I'm seriously needing Trans 101 shit here to try to make sense of this shit sandwich I've been served. I know enough not to ask but I don't know enough yet not to be very, very grateful for any information that is offered to help me wrap my mind around the fact that everything inside my head is a lie that I buy.

So thanks. I appreciate that. It's hard for me to conceptualize Dysphoria because I have other private hells but this one was my brother's and I had no idea.

I will have to live with the fact forever that I had no idea. I just thought we were tomboys and he was cooler than me.