I came out to my therapist this week. Before that point, the only person I'd told was my wife.
This isn't a gender therapist, just my regular run-of-the-mill therapist, who I'd seen for a while. I stopped last spring, largely because the work issues I'd started seeing him for had moved into the background because of some personnel changes. But it was about that time that this latest round of gender questioning began, leading me to be fairly certain that I need to find a way to live my life as a woman.
I'd had an appointment two weeks ago...that came and went without me managing to get it out (even when there were obvious openings, like when we walked into his office and he mentioned my long hair--in a ponytail that day--and made a comment about "you really look like a musician now")...
I think priority one is trying to keep the wheels on my work life and not let that fall apart. I'm not sure I'm ready yet for gender to be the focus of my work. (It's probably a higher priority than I am ready to admit to myself yet, though.)
But it was an interesting experience. And leaving his office, there was a really weird numbness. Largely an "I did this." When I called my wife from the parking lot, I told her I might find a place to get lunch and journal before coming home. But I filled up the gas tank of the car, and realized I'd relaxed a fair bit.
As the weekend has gone on, I keep wanting to tell some other people. Not the whole world. Most of the people I think about telling are people that I can trust very well. One or two of the people are definitely a bad idea right now. And I have that annoying person who I think would be perfect to share with...except that I have little confidence in her ability to keep from spreading my news to others who have known me. So she's definitely out of the question until I'm ready to be open.
But it's hard, because I don't want to be "in your face," but I also don't want to feel like I'm living a lie. And hiding something that's become so important to my thoughts and feelings is tiring and stressful.
Sigh. I just wish I could flip a switch and make it happen without worrying about my job and my extended family.