I just about give up. Some very personal things happened in the last 24 hours, and I refuse to allow others to tell me when I need to make a decision about my life. After all, it is MY LIFE, not theirs. I never gave up my competency to let them decide anything.
To get to the point, I can't and will never fit into the mold that society in general expects of any woman, and since my physical appearance is just too set and unchangeable at my age, there is little reason now to even consider a transition. In short, screw the doctors, therapists and counselors. They have little knowledge of any one persons true day-to-day experience, the sincere promises made, and what that person honestly holds dear to their heart. What gall they have to tell a person what is right when their total time invested in the process is less than the time they spend watching American Idol. What do 30 year old "professionals" really know about me in a couple hours. Hell, I did drugs as a young kid in the 60's, and they grew up with Little House on the Prairie. Once again Screw Them.
I wish I was younger, had better physical characteristics, and had taken care of myself years back. But that is not the case. I will make a decision to either come out, or live my Twilight Zone life for another 20 years, but it will be on my schedule. June 1.
I also wish it weren't this close a possibility, but it looks like my soul will be cloistered away for another 20 years. And my Kathy will never get a chance to rise.