The conversations I've had over the past couple of days have really driven home how much of my life is run by fear. I let fear govern basically every decision I make, and it's made me feel truly unhappy with myself.
I'm scared to confront my family directly about the name and pronoun issue. But I have no reason to be. First of all, it's 99% likely that it won't affect my living situation. My parents don't agree with my transition, but, they seem to have come to realize that this is something I need to do. They've reluctantly accepted my HRT, and they will probably understand that I will need to stand my ground with certain family members regarding the name issue. They think it is a choice, but they know I will never change my mind. Second - let's take that 1% chance that it makes them freak out and I have to find alternative living arrangements - I have more than enough money saved, and I make enough money right now. If things hit the fan, I could handle myself and be just fine.
Do any of my other fears really matter? As long as I have a roof over my head, and I'm not getting beat, I'm really not afraid. Rejection would hurt, but not as much as the way I currently feel.
And then there's just other little things. I'm afraid to correct the students who misgender me (no one has, yet...but they will). I, and everyone else I work with, has always referred to me consistently as male, and yet people still see so much female that they call me "she" anyway. And I let it slide instead of saying "I'm not a she." Because I am afraid to lose my job. But again, irrational. Everyone I work with knows I am trans and has been incredibly supportive. They all use the right pronouns and more than one person in charge has told me if anyone EVER gives me crap, to tell them right away and they will "deal with it." Lol. Seriously though, I have so much support but that small fear leaves me hiding away in shame instead of just correcting someone.
If a service person calls me ma'am over and over, I just spend the rest of the day feeling terrible ("I still look like a woman and I will forever") instead of just telling the person "it's sir." What are they going to do? More than likely they will apologize because they deal with jerks all day and the last thing they need is to offend someone. And if worse comes to worse they'll probably just think "wtf, that person looks like a girl" but not say anything because they just want to get on with their job and go home. I've worked in customer service, I know how it is.
I've always wanted to run, even when I was thin and in great shape - but I've been scared so I never have. I've always wanted to take more trips alone, but no, too scared.
I was waiting for the bus today, after having a really nerve wracking day, and the thought just popped into my head...I truly do not care anymore. The way I feel right now, ruled and shamed by fear, is hell. Letting my fears win used to be comforting, and offered me safety, but now, it turns out all I did was create my own hell and I can't live here anymore.
As I face my fears it'll probably get a lot worse before it gets better, but meh. Anywhere's better than here. You know what the saddest part is? All in all, I have it made. I'm not homeless or poor. No one is trying to beat me up or kill me. The people I work with are 100% supportive, all the way - and it's actually a really great job. I also enjoy my master's program. I have friends I can talk to every night. Some aspects of my situation are so envy-worthy and I can't even enjoy the blessings I have because I'm paralyzed. Some aspects of my situation are rewards for a lot of time, effort, and work I put in, and I'm not even able to enjoy the fruits of my labour.