I had a personal earth quake recently. It was the culmination of many things that happened too quickly in succession. On Tuesday evening, we had our usual twice per month local support group for TG. As usual, it tends to get me pretty happy and occasionally stirs up emotions and thoughts and although this meeting was nothing out of the ordinary, it still did that much. On Wednesday, for the first time ever, I saw a psychiatrist. OBVIOUSLY, that stirred up some feeling but they didn't immediately set in. It went far better than I ever imagined and felt like he really understood me when we were finished. He referred me to an endocrinologist and we will review the recommendations later when the blood tests come back. Later that same day, I was completely, unquestionably "mistaken" for a woman from behind by a man and in front of a female friend and coworker. When I turned around, my face betrayed me but it was thrilling nonetheless. On Thursday morning, I got my (long) hair touched up with a little color and trim but just for the fun of it, my hair dresser straightened and styled it for me. Nothing unusual there but it was SHOCKING when she spun me around. It looked SO feminine my heart was doing cartwheels while my head was reeling from what it was seeing and the fact that I was soon to be seen in public and by my coworkers with VERY girl hair. Besides a bunch of strangers, only one coworker saw me (same one as yesterday) and it went OK. However, by Friday morning, everything was settling in on me and I became overwhelmed and I broke down at work (more on exactly why later). An hour later after pulling myself together with Sammie's help, I talked to another coworker about my (now "normal") hair and showed her a couple pics from yesterday. She was shocked but said it was really "pretty" and asked me if I liked it. The way she asked though, makes me think she knows I WOULD like it... more to worry about. Friday night, we apprehensively went to our couples in transition support group in Minneapolis. I thought it would be too much for me but as it turned out, it was actually really good. It's not for me but rather for my wife and our relationship.
...So that was what I did and what happened. Now for the emotions. Prior to this week, I was of the mindset that I should continue to present male and have brief forays into feminine territory. That was the compromise I created between what I wanted and what I thought I HAD to do for the sake of those around me that I love. My psychiatrist simply asked me why, if I'm female, would I continue to present male (what I've never wanted) rather than BE female inside and out but present as male (or tomboy) as needed. It was a valid question to which I had no good answer. I DO want to present as my true self all the time but for a bunch of reasons, told myself I shouldn't. What began to sink in this week is that I just can't do the compromise - it's too painful and I need to go all the way. The thought of it makes my heart leap for joy. And here's the kicker, I also began to believe that I could pass. Enough people are really pegging me as female and with a change of attire, some makeup and confidence, I believe it's possible. That was an utterly shocking epiphany. It's what threw me into emotional v-tech. I was happy, scared, elated, fearful, anxious and a host of other emotions within minutes of each other for 24 hours. I was on the verge of trembling before I finally broke down at work on Friday morning. As if that wasn't enough, my wife was sending me strong signals that she is coming to terms with the fact that I'm not going to be able to contain this forever and full transition is inevitable ...and she's willing to stick with me through it despite enormous cost to her. So while I'm realizing that the compromise is flawed and that I really want to go all the way, and that I could really pass with a little more work, she's accepting the fact that that's our destiny. Can you imagine? And that's what our couples in transition group is for. It's basically for the relationship of the couple and the spouse of the transitioning partner to get support from those who have or are enduring a transition. So last night we sat there for a couple hours listening to the horror stories spouses have and are going through and the success stories of those who made it until it was our turn to lament the situation we find ourselves in and get feedback from the group. Needless to say, it normally stirs up a lot of stuff but last night we came away stronger and more aware of what lies ahead for us. What I thought I could hide came into the light 2 years ago. I begged God to take it away and change me. This fall, I realized he DID change me in a way I didn't expect, he gave me self acceptance and a mission to help those who will go down this same path. As early as a month ago, I thought I could remain in this place of compromise but this week has confirmed that I am going onward. I'm being swept downstream. There are rapids ahead but there are others calling out signals from the banks. We are going to make it.
I owe a special thanks to Samantha Rogers for helping pull me through Friday morning. You are a very dear friend Sammie! Among many other things, this is a jewel that, "stopped me dead in my tracks":
"What you are missing is something you will only get from being dressed and moving among others. You are trans. Your identity is female. But identity is only partly about how we feel inside. It also needs the reinforcement that comes from having others treat us as female. You need to feel that, sis. It will stop you dead in your tracks. Everything will become clear."
This post was last modified: 21-12-2014, 04:05 AM by Marina Kits.