In the relatively short time I have been here, I have seen a lot of people come here confused, questioning, struggling to deal with something that they cannot control, and that they know would bring a great sense of loss. They initially question whether transitioning is something that is even possible for them. And, then rather quickly (by comparison to me anyway) they move to acceptance, and to taking measures to change their lives so that they can be true to themselves. They suffer fear of losing relationships, but in comparatively short time (compared to me) they reach the conclusion that they have no choice. And, whether bravely or desperately, they step forward and step and step.
They start HRT, they come out to their co-workers, their friends and their families, and they get on with it. I respect that A LOT. I am actually in awe. Meanwhile, it is as if my feet are stuck in concrete. I cannot move forward. I am sorry for their loss, I am happy for their new found joy, I am both jealous that I don’t have that strength, and I am jealous that I am missing out on those experiences; and at the same time I am relieved that I don’t have that strong of a drive to change. I don’t have that strong of a drive, not yet. I hope I never do. But, if I ever will, I hope I can find the strength and courage that so many others here have found.