I was able to tell my psychiatrist last friday, and it was a lot easier than the whole ordeal I'd made it out to be.
It definitely felt good to finally work up the courage to tell another person face to face, and a bit liberating (like you said) to admit it.
She said she wouldn't have guessed it though, which is understandable, given I tried to hide it.
I guess she didn't know as much as I thought she did. I always seem to think people notice it more than they actually do, but I'm starting to realize that I've been hiding it all better than I ever thought I was. Guess I'm my own worst critic.
I've come quite a ways from my first post here, when I wasn't even sure of myself. At that time I really feared even telling my doctor, but I now know all that fear was for nothing.
I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to do it, but I managed. I couldn't fit as much as I wanted into my session, so I guess I still have a lot to talk about next time. Next month I'm going to discuss what to do from here and figure out the best way to come out to my mother.
I'm finding the thing that hurts me the most right now is not yet being able/ready to tell my mother. I want to, but I'm afraid to hurt her. I was thinking of possibly doing it in letter form, like others have suggested.
I feel a bit overwhelmed by my future(or rather how I'm going to get there) right now, but I have a long/hard journey ahead of me. It's better to feel overwhelmed than hopeless(like I did in the past) though. All I know is that there's no way in hell I'm turning back now, that path was just too dark and lonely for me. It's just I couldn't see that before.
I know I don't have the financial means to do much right now(besides a bit of therapy and possibly HRT), but this may be just the motivation I need to get out of my house and look for a job again, after all this hiding I've done from the world.
~Marciel