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This week we take a brief respite from our walk through my past and jump ahead many years to today. I was recently reading a passage in "True Selves - Understanding Transsexualism" that gave me a clearer picture of the emotional journey behind me, and the path stretching before me. For those of you following along - you diligent souls you! - this is from the section on page 112 that discusses the negative emotions and issues that transsexuals face.
The passage discusses the types of fear, anger, guilt, shame and poor self esteem that are commonly experienced by those who are transgendered. I recognized quite a few as intimate emotional companions, even while others (such as the many types of anger) I found difficult to relate to.
Emotions I've (Mostly) Come to Terms with
Shame is like a darkness that hangs over our heads, hiding the true light inside. For many many years I was ashamed of who I was and what I did. I had not dared to share my true self with another because I was deeply ashamed at how "sick" and "perverted" I was. By any measure - in society, in the church, or even how I felt inside - I was unworthy. I was a sinner who continued to live in sin despite knowing the "truth". [If you're struggling with being a transgendered Christian I encourage you to read this article 'Crossdressing is a sin'.
I crossdressed in private while clutching my dark secret close to my false bosom. Fear born of shame kept me cloistered and alone. Over the coming weeks I'll share more of my journey, and how I overcame the shame and the fear that was it's child. Realizing that I was not alone, and considering the blessings of being transgendered were vital ingredients to my growth. Words alone cannot give sufficient weight to how important it is to join a local transgender support group.
My shame is but a distant memory, and the fear I felt out in public has mostly been replaced with the joyous and easy calm of living as myself.
The See-saw of Self Esteem
For as long as I can remember I've had low self esteem. No doubt growing up a smart, overweight, socially challenged kid with a deep dark secret had something to do with it. Yet as long as I could take solace in the comforting glow of my computer screen this was manageable. After all, I was doing everything that was expected of me - I didn't get into trouble, got good grades at school and left my parents undisturbed by my emotional distress.
This all changed when I left for college almost 750 miles away from home. The formula I had used so successfully in high school no longer worked. I had imagined college to be a haven for the intellectual elite where studious application to my coursework would ensure joy and prosperity. I quickly came to realize that the adoration of my Professors was irrelevant in the social world fueled by drunken revelry and frequent intimate engagement with members of the opposite sex.
Today I won't regale you with my woefully inspirational tale of near suicide and joyous rebirth. My final years in college gave my self esteem a much needed boost, and the recent overcoming of transgender shame and fear of being out in public have fortified this further.
Yet I still play on the see-saw of self esteem. At times I'm assailed by negative self image (too tall, too fat, too masculine, …) or by the dastardly negative emotions you'll hear about in a second that I'm still working through. Though continuing the see-saw metaphor further, I do feel as though much of the time there is a fat kid sitting across from me, leaving my self esteem dangling high in the air. Only on rare occasions does this kid summon enough strength to push himself off the ground and - momentarily - cause my self esteem to alight on the ground from which it came.
Fear
One of my favorite movies is The Lion King, and when I write about fear I can't help but picture the scene where the hyenas mere mention of the name "Mufasa" causes shrieks of shuddering fear.
Yet I've found that in real life fear is not quite so humorous or easily recovered from. I had thought that once I overcame my fear of going out in public that I was done with fear, but three fears yet remain:
• Fear of losing employment and my livelihood
• Fear that I'll never pass well enough to be accepted as a woman
• Fear of losing family and friends, and never having an emotionally intimate relationship again
I've come a long ways towards dealing with the first fear - the many tales of successful transitions in the software engineering field, and growing transgender support among large tech companies heartens me greatly. I'm also fortunate to be in a position where I'm able to save up enough to give myself some time should my employer prove to be less than generous in their transgender support.
The fear of never passing is harder for me. I'm confident that I could live successfully as a woman in society, yet I'm still wary of living as a transgender woman and having my genetic deficiency become obvious to anyone who gets to know me. I'm heartened by the times when I'm reverse read, and all the people I know have been extremely generous in their compliments. Yet brief encounters in public are different from lasting personal or professional relationships.
Objectively I'm taller and larger than most woman, and my voice can still use a fair amount of work. I know that diet, exercise, hormones, facial feminization surgery and femininity training can take me far, but I must live with my bone structure. I steel myself, knowing that my fear of never passing pales in comparison to the anguish I would endure living out the rest of my days in my male façade.
My greatest dread is living the lonely life of an outcast. Never able to find love or emotional intimacy again. Knowing my lovely wife will leave me after transition it's difficult for me to understand how I could be happy without a deep relationship in my life. Though I hope against hope, it's painful enough coming to terms with an eventual separation from the person I love most in the world. Losing her and the hope of ever being loved is crushing. At times I've even thought that the lack of human connection could cut deeper than living the rest of my life in a male lie. Yet the loss of all human connection is but a chance, and the torture of maleness a certainty.
And Finally Comes Guilt
Before my wife and I were married I told her that I was a crossdresser, that I was not gay, and that I had no intention of becoming a woman. This was the best truth I knew at the time, yet as I have discovered it was not the whole truth. Now with talk of transition I feel as though I have deceived her and tricked her into a life led astray, in a relationship that challenges her sexual identity and social acceptance. I feel guilty.
I try to console myself that her life with me has been more prosperous and abundant in experience that it would otherwise have been. Yet I pretend knowledge of fate in doing this, as her marriage to me may have excluded other fulfilling life paths for her.
While guilt can vex me, I know that how I handle the coming months will play a significant role in her future happiness. Wallowing in guilt not only doesn't help, it distracts me from the care and compassion I need to cultivate. More often these days my rational mind is able to push aside the guilt and realize that the past is lived and the future is unknown. Today we get to decide what the past means, and how we'll live in relation to that.
Dear reader, thank you for reading this far, and indulging me as I search inside my heart. My muse is spent for today, so it's with warm wishes and blessings I pause - I shall parlay more with you in a while.
-Vanessa
Well Vanessa you've said a mouthful! To those who ask us why we're the way we are and often with distane! We answer honestly I don't know. We then get the 40,293 questions, opinions a guttril shaming.
All I know is that the girl within me wants out from time to time, dressed makeup and all. Fran also likes hanging out with girls like us.
Nobody would choose this for the fear, frustration, and loneliness we often go through. Not to mention guilt, purging sneaking a few moments of dressed bliss.
I we thank you for your openness support and this wonderful platform!
I hope and pray for all of us struggling to be their best selfs.
Fran 🥰
There is a key phrase I noticed ... "the truth you knew at the time". That is exactly it. All any of us know is the truth we knew at the time. When we get more information and have more self-discovery, we find not that the previous thoughts (or promises made) were necessarily a lie, but that we simply didn't know any more than what had been previously discovered.
We often assume that we know all of the factors in our life equation, but we don't. When we add up the existing factors, we can come up with a truthful answer; and when we add an additional factor and add those up, we again come up with a truthful answer. It's just now obvious that it is a different truth.
Yes - as we take our journey we grow and change - we learn more about ourselves and more about the feelings we have.
The "truth you knew at the time" ..I have posted this same thing months ago on crossdressers.com,looking for input. We all change and we WEREN"T lying at the time.
I'm sure there are many who were as honest as they knew how. If I were to guess, I don't think there are many people who know they are transsexual and at the same time admit that to their wife that they only crossdress occasionally.
It seems like such deep knowledge of yourself would change your actions...
I never can come up with words to tell the story like you do. Consider it a real gift. One great thing you have going for you is a good job with decent income. Most that have transitioned dont have this to fall back on. Consider that your ace in the hole so to speak. Every successful individual who has transitioned had a good education and steady employment. Consider that your blessing.
Thanks Leslee, I am grateful for the blessings in my life - I know that others on the journey have a different path and more difficult path they take.
I thought something was wrong as a child. growing up I KNEW there was. Im sure no expert, so I invested a few dollars in a consultant for a diagnosis. Well Im a TS. It didnt suprise me. I wanted to hear the opinion of a professional. Life has been good to me. Ive never had any trouble with people, and get through life in a positive way. Now that Im 3 months from surgury, I can honestly say I cant wait. Ill finally be at the end of one trail, then the beginning of a new one. Im ready to go. Dont get yourself down by worring about what iffs, and things you cant do anything about. Be strong. take your direction, and youll arrive there safely, and hopefully live happily ever after. Love Carol
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I'm not sure where you're getting your info, but good topic. I needs to spend some time learning much more or understanding more. Thanks for great info I was looking for this information for my mission.
My journey has been like many - decades of hiding and suppression, after physical beltings when being myself as a young child, even though I knew who I was all the time. I was given the gift however of a marvellous awakening last December and now in July - I am already well into my transition and live all my life as a woman. Already, I have been declared permanently female by my state authorities and all my name changes are happening as I write this.
My very small size has helped me - but I decided at the amazing awakening feeling I wasn't going to hide anymore - if I had to be upfront I would. I've come out to over 100 of my friends, peers and work colleagues around the world , only 6 were rude or tried to verbally harass me - they are no longer my friends. The amazing letters of support I received from others made me realise that the important people in your life - support you.
I have now more real friends than in December.
Vanessa and all these other ladies here are probably better equipped to tell their stories .
I'm aware of not putting myself in a dangerous situation as much as I can .
But I'm reaching out to all I meet for the first time, simply as Tracey , a happy and smiling lady .
I found that my voice softened enough to be acceptable. I prepare myself well , every morning and I work, swim in a lovely tankini and shorts at this stage, shop and enjoy being me.
I will say , it is never easy but I hope my little story helps someone - thank you Vanessa and everyone - you have inspired me,
Thank you ,
Tracey
Amazing story. I feel this way as I only get to crossdress when my wife is away. She recently discovered my breast forms and sex toys and lost it. We have sense reconciled but she knows this is something in me that I feel I need to explore. We have young kids and she asks that I put this on hold until they are grown who's is still 10 yrs away. I don't think I can wait that long and I wish she would support and understand that this makes me happy and I feel good when I do this.
Help and suggestions please.
Courtney
Hello all, I am a brand new member and would just like to say thank you for providing this outlet of support.
I am now in my early fifties, and one of my very earliest memories was when I was about 5 years old, and I was lying in bed sobbing. My mom came in to check on me, saw that I was crying and asked what was wrong. I told her that “I felt like a girl”.
I have only told this story to my therapist and my (second) current wife. I am glad that I have this memory because it only solidifies my resolve that there is definitely something to be said about “born this way” and it makes it a lot easier to discount those that think transgenders can “pray the gay away” or some such nonsense. I think that if even only some of us felt this way at 5 years old, it is reasonable to believe we are not making this stuff up.
Recently I have been pondering what my life would have been like if I had been born in the early 2000’s or so (instead of the dark ages, lol)
As a pre-teen I was attracted to boys as well as girls. I remember being secretly elated at being “cast” as one of the female characters of Lost in Space during a rainy day production in a friends basement. Unfortunately, in that time transgender, cross-dressing, gay, whatever was pretty much a death sentence in the south - figuratively and socially perhaps. Instead of being brave, I hid.
The problem with that is you fumble for who you really are, and you experience fear, depression, guilt, and pain. I like to tell myself that if had been born much later, the stigma of transgender would be greatly reduced, and there would be more resources to help me deal with this. I should go onto say that my loving mother was extremely progressive for her time and I know in my heart that she would have supported me even then if I had only mustered the courage to confide in her. She was an amazing woman - at 5 I trusted her with my secret, to this day I wish that I would have done the same 10 years later.
I think I am transexual now I just need some local support girls. It's hard out here alone. I do very sexy and fem rite now
I have lived a lot of what I read and for me, there is a ton of truth in here. The most important thing is to remember that if you are a trans cloth have very little importance although you will care about your clothes, clothes are not the biggest issue. I wear women's jeans every day, Of course, My figure has femmed out from hormones that helps for fit. But I'm happy in jeans. My problem is living like a man with T&A always hiding it. Trans people get beet up and killed everywhere. I'm afraid to live like me. But I need to make a living. I would love to just live.
No words were ever better spoken, "My greatest dread is living the lonely life of an outcast." Fear without measure of understanding other than knowing you must face that fear to be who you must be or die inside forever.
I had not read this before now. My heart goes out to you!
I am just a crossdresser, but it was enough to drive my wife away. Like you, I did not know the truth about myself until after 40 years of marriage. She did not believe I was being truthful to her and had deceived her all those years. It was myself I was deceiving, but it doesn't much matter aside from the fact that if I had understood what I now understand I would have revealed it to her early on rather believe a lie that it was just a passing thing and would not prove to be something that grew with time and was beyond my control. Perhaps then she could have accepted. I suspect the nail in the coffin for many is the belief that one's spouse had a choice, but rejected a loving choice of putting the spouse first in favor of a selfish path toward self-fulfillment of personal desires. Even now I wish my wife could understand that, at least in my case, I would have chosen her if in fact that were an option. I don't believe who we are is an option, and living a lie- either to self or spouse- our whole lives is not realistic or healthy. Accepting ourselves and our spouse often is, if there is a core of love.
I cannot imagine how much more difficult it would be if I had your experience of discovering I was transsexual. How did your wife react and did she leave because of it.?
