Quote from: WFane on August 06, 2013, 02:26:31 PM
How do I deal with these people? How do I deal with the feeling that I'm letting everyone that thinks they love me down. What am I gonna do when these people won't associate with me because they are so obsessed with the image of me that they have in their heads? Why do I care so much about what other people think to the point where I sacrafice myself for their comfort? I know I'm never gonna see any of that attitude in return, so just... why?
And you know this to be the truth how?
As a lifelong member of the "I got to do what's expected of me and a male" club I made some pretty dumb assumptions over those 50 years. That being one of them.
It is not clear from your post whether your wife is aware of your T nature. It reads to me that the answer is No, she doesn't, because of your conclusion that no one will make any allowances for your sacrifices. If a non-accepting wife is the case, the odds are pretty good that she may never change her attitude. Especially with a "I got to protect my child...." program running her her head.
A child certainly complicates matters greatly. My wife knew from about day1 about my "Hobby". At that time some 30 years ago I had given up on any dream of transitioning to full-time after twice testing the waters. My need to escape maleness and cross-dress was most times adequately satisfied once a month. Though my wife was understanding, I know it still greatly effected her. Over time, for her and life being made more and more complicated as I tried to stuff deeper and deeper my TGness the dressing stopped. Even though there were many times my wife asked "Why don't you...?" to practically telling me "I should take a day off this weekend and....".
She sensed what was happening to me long before I realized it myself. Eventually a few years ago, I realized also. I had no life, no soul, no passion, no joys, no dreams. I was just a machine that woke up each day, worked, got hot eat sleep, rinse, and repeat; ad nausium.
I learned early in life that there are always going to be people out there that don't like you, pick on you, tease you, whatever, simply because they feel they can because you are somehow a little different then they are. In my case it had nothing at all about being girlie or trans.
I learned much later in life the pure joy of being out in the real world as the real me. For once, being happy to be me. To be in this body. To finally feel like a real person. I also learned that the world is far more accepting than I gave it credit for. I especially learned that my wife, over time, has not only become more accepting but is my number one ally. She doesn't want to see me slip back into being that wretch of a person I was, perhaps even more so than I do.
Like you I have plenty of responsibilities I need to honor. They involve making choices. Everything you do in life comes at a cost. I learned the painful cost of putting my true self aside for what I thought others may think of me.