If it isn't the 800 lb gorilla in the room, someday's it's one step forward and two steps back with my wife. The one person in the entire world I can talk to about anything and have since day one. Yes I know she didn't sign up for this 30 years ago, neither did I. I know her heart is in the right place whenever the subject comes around to Joanne. She wants to be sure I am safe, protected, and doing everything I can prevent exposure, or worse. To the point of 1960's insanity. It is just the almost antagonistic, the world is a horrible place, and you are doing a dirty shameful thing in their eyes tone that really gets to me. Not the sort of reinforcement I want.
I struggled for years, decades, fighting this thing. Yes, I admit I do still feel ashamed of myself. But not nearly as much as I used to be. For the first time in my life I am really happy those fleeting hours I can be the complete me. When I look in the mirror I smile. I feel confident and proud of myself. My wife is overjoyed with how much I've grown over the past two years. Constantly remarks on how much more I talk about myself, my hopes, wishes, dreams, emotions etc.. Sometimes without warning Joanne gets a complement out of the blue. My heart melts when that happens.
Yet, eventually, out it comes. Total paranoia about being spotted by neighbors from 75 yards away; catching the eye of a cop on the road thanks to a longer length wig, get pulled over and....;Breaking down on the road without a complete change of clothes just in case some red neck gets the wrong idea. She can come up with tons more scenarios for disasters then I can, and I get paid to do that! Many border on absurd even for rural WV. Hell 5 miles from NYC where we lived she was almost as bad!
I know she is scared for me, for our future, for her own future. So am I! When she starts to carry on, I get all defensive, close up, can't talk coherently thanks to all the negative emotions once again flooding through me. I just want to chuck it all and beat this down once and for all. End all the shame and guilt I feel about being trans and especially the pain and anguish I am burdening her with. Go back to being the joyless, life sucks and then you die, person I was. It was far less painful, certainly less complicated.
I usually love roller coaster rides. This one I can easily pass up if I had a choice