I never wanted to be trans. I have always blamed my being transgender for the problems in my life. I thought it was a sin. I thought it was wrong. I thought it wasn’t “true”; not that I wasn’t feeling it, but that the true reality was that I was a boy or a man, and I was somehow indulging in a fantasy that both drew me in and destroyed me. “quod me nutrit me destruit”.
But, I am now convinced that my <transgender> is the result of hormone levels during development. As I contemplate the situation, what has caused the serious damage in my life isn’t my being transgender. It is my family’s intolerance and bigotry; their transphobia, which I internalized. I hated myself because I judged myself by their wrong standards. And, it isn’t just my family; it is true of most people (at least where I live).
So, what now? I am in my late 50’s. I am married to a woman that I love, and want to spend the rest of my life with. I really do love her. But, I am afraid she doesn’t really love “me”. She loves the guy she thought that she married, not the transwoman to whom she is married. Maybe she actually loves me. I don’t know. But, she hasn’t accepted this important aspect of who I am. She has accepted the fact of it, but not the consequences that flow naturally from the fact.
How do I best manage this situation? Do I destroy the life I built on deception? Or, do I make the best I can of it?
The part about destroying my life isn’t an exaggeration. I now know it didn’t have to be this way. I think I could have been happier, and at least not spent my whole life building a house of cards. I could have built a life for myself as a woman.
But, I cannot go back and do it differently. I can only move forward from where I am. The question too many of us find ourselves asking after spending much of our lives building families, and careers and whatever: “which hurts less”, indeed?