I've never seemed to have any major issues with passing, even when I started going full-time last year. Sure, there were times, but as time went on by, there has been fewer and fewer times -- and now a days, I never seem to have an issue. Even my voice hasn't been an issue.
I should be happy -- well, I am, and I feel greatly blessed that I some how "pass" -- but I still have the feeling that it must be too good to be true.
I'm a confident woman, ask anyone who knows me well. I'm the one who is social, who does the daring, who stands up, and who is usually ends up the leader when we venture out.
Many of my friends, and other trans people I know have a lot of difficulty. I know so many who have it much harder than me, and, for some reason, I just go along this whole trans thing as if was a rose garden. Of course, I've had my times when things haven't been all roses. I've had my trials; I've always had.
I don't know what it is. Even after almost a year of being full-time I still get the sense I shouldn't have it so easy, yet at the same time thankful I am. I don't know what it is. I'm confident, I have high self-esteem, I'm strong -- but at the same time I can't believe it.
Maybe it's because I'm used to living such a crappy life, growing up in an abusive home doubled by abuse in the church -- and now that I am way beyond that, there's a sense that maybe I don't deserve it. Yet, I know I totally deserve all of the great things that have happened to me. It's a strange feeling.
In my own mind I know I pass better than I think I do. And for a long while, I didn't care either way -- I wasn't doing this for anyone else but myself, so passing was secondary, and still not a major concern. But strangely enough, part of me sits there and thinks, "How the %$#@ am I passing?"
I look at my own pictures, my self in the mirror, and record my own voice -- only to think that there's no way someone is going to think I'm a woman. But yet, I go out every day and I pass. I work full-time doing retail, seeing many people through out the day without one person ever thinking that there is something up. My co-workers, no issues there. Only a couple know (who are my friends) and one person, and a gay man who knows lot so trans people has just started probing and trying to see if I'm trans or not (he's not sure). I'm also quite social and never yet had an issue.
I'm not worried if someone discovers that I'm trans -- actually, I've been quite vocal about it in the past, just not so much before. Now I'm just enjoying being treated like a regular girl... it's nice. If someone asks or if it comes up, I usually mention it (unless it's a dangerous situation, of course).
I go out with other trans people from time to time, and I see what they go through. I get served differently, people treat me much nicer, and call me ma'am. The others, not so much. I get a lot of attention people, getting hit on is common for me -- so common that it has become annoying. The others, not so much.
In a strange way, I've started to find it harder and harder to relate to other trans people, yet, I can in a way. I'm not sure what it is.
And I don't know why it is so hard for me to just believe people, and accept that I pass... that I look good, my voice is great, and in so many ways, I'm a woman naturally. Even my doctor said, "Stop questioning it, Natalie, it was meant to be."
And then there's the why me -- I've had others who deal with trans people a lot, doctors, laser hair removal people, and so on, who've secretly said to me, "You know, you look great -- much better than a lot of people that come through here. And you're so well adjusted and confident, this process should be a breeze for you."
I can only think that they must tell everyone that, but they don't. I contacted a voice therapist on the phone, and confused her because she wasn't sure what I was talking about when I wanted my voice to sound more like a girl. She works with many trans people, but honestly said there's probably very little she could do for me.
I don't know what it is, and I hope I don't sound like I'm bragging. So many people tell me that I've got it great, and that I'm so lucky -- people get jealous of me, other gg girls are jealous of me in fact. Even my own girlfriend has started to become jealous.
It's a really strange feeling. I've some how been thrown on to a pedestal, when I've never been there before. There's the sense that I should be there, that I couldn't deserve it. Then the though crosses that maybe I do deserve it and people are right about me.
Anyway, sorry for my rambling. I'm just thinking out loud. I just realized that this post was longer than I expected.
Sorry about that,
--natalie
PS My profile picture was taken June 16, just before work. Not a great picture, but for some reason I just wanted a picture where I looked less glamorous and more normal, like everyone else. And maybe that's the issue, I just want to be like everyone else, instead of feeling somewhat famous. Or maybe it's because I'm so use to being hated, and for the first time I'm being loved and accepted to such an opposite level that I've never encountered before, I'm not sure what to do about it. Perhaps, I'm stalling from being who all I can be, because it's new ground and unknown. I don't know. I just don't know.
A thought came to me as I went downstairs to get another coffee: Maybe it's because I'm so used to fighting my entire life, and now I'm not fighting so much anymore I'm unsure what to do. Although, I know that I deserve all of the great blessings I've had in this last year, it's also a foreign concept.
Maybe I'm just over thinking things too much, as usual.