Quote from: pretty on August 13, 2011, 01:37:49 PM
Right, as soon as someone comes along that knew what they want and acted accordingly, you only call them privileged and talk down to them, knowing nothing about their situation or things they went through. You make all the excuses in the world--everything is convenient. You say you knew from a young age to validate your feelings, then you say you didn't know so you can't be blamed for deceiving people. Maybe you should seek treatment for multiple personality disorder. Whatever. All I see is a bunch of excuses to insulate yourself from guilt. It's all society's fault. It's all your family's fault. I bet that's really comforting to the people you hurt.
I don't know who that's directed to, but I'll have you know that I never hurt anybody because of my identity. All but one of my relationships ended for issues that had nothing to do with my being trans.
1. After five years together, she decided to start college and dumped me for a new guy a week later
2. Two-month rebound relationship that just didn't work out; she left for another guy
3. Only lasted a week because she was convinced I was gay since I shied away from sex
4. After a year together, she left because I was more effeminate than she was (and because she wanted to date another guy)
5. Divorced after 2.5 years because we were about 100% incompatible across every conceivable dimension
Perhaps you could argue that 3 and 4 were relationships heavily affected by my internal struggles, but there was much more going on. Also, notice the trend? I never left any of them. So I can't see how I hurt them by being selfish and leaving. 3/5 of my relationships ended when the girl I was with found someone else. Pretty cruddy record if you ask me. And for the record, my issues of being trans and being attracted to males were pushed so deeply into my psyche because of years living in fear as a vulnerable child that turned into years as a timid adult. I wasn't even out to myself, much less anyone else. Only my last relationship (the marriage) was entered into because I was starting to understand what was inside of me. But we both screwed up, we acknowledge that, and now we're best of friends (I'd be makeup shopping with her right this very minute if something hadn't come up, since we usually hang out several times a week).
So no, I will not allow myself for one second to believe that I hurt them because of the true self I repressed. If I was conscious of my own identity, I would maybe entertain the notion. But if I was conscious of my identity, I would have started living years earlier than I did. I wouldn't have taken crap jobs that I didn't care about. I wouldn't have spent 10 years trying to live apart from all humanity. And I certainly would have transitioned and dated guys.
It takes great strength to go through this, and I didn't find strength until late in life. And yes, I
will blame my abusive parents who would have rather killed me than looked at me, thank you very much. They did all they could to ruin my life so that the little reminder of my dad's previous marriage would just kill herself and go away. And no, I won't forgive them either. They can just rot as far as I'm concerned.
They're out of my life. They no longer have power over me.