(this will be a long post, so sorry in advance)
Hey, everyone! This is my first time posting in the forum even though I've been loitering around this site for many years (even before I came out to myself - you know how it is). I'm turning twenty-one in a few days. I've been suffering from "inexplicable" depression since puberty, and after years of denial I finally admitted to myself that I'm transgender about 2 months ago when I went in for therapy. As many of you know, coming out is both freeing and terrifying. Where do I go now? What does this mean about who I am? How do I reconcile the years of wearing a macho mask?
Right now I'm trying to take it slow. I've been repressing my femininity for so long that the temptation is to come out to everyone all at once and begin transitioning immediately. I'm trying to breathe slowly and take baby steps. I've told some trustworthy friends and I'm going to seek a new counselor now that I'm back at school.
For two months now I've been "committed" to never transitioning. My dream is to have a wife and kids, and transitioning would very obviously wreck those goals. However, as time goes on and I realize how frickin' transgender I really am, I can't help but think constantly about living a new life.
Where I stand right now is that I truly believe that transitioning would bring me incredible peace - it's the only "cure." However, I think there is one thing more important than finding my inner peace: loving others. "No greater love is this: than to lay down your life for your friends." I think my calling to love demands that I don't come out and transition. It's horribly painful, but then again I don't think life is about pain and pleasure but about love and the failure to love. On the other hand, can I love others if I can't stand myself?
For me, transitioning would mean abandoning everything. No one in my family would understand. My father would be crushed, my mother would blame herself, my sisters would be prudish about it, and my brothers would lose their masculine role model. I would truly have to break away, which is too sad to even think about since I really love my family. I have a big Italian family, and we are very close.
On the other hand, I just want to be happy. I'm no good to anyone as a miserable wreck.
In between these two extremes is my religion and spirituality. Through God and constant prayer, I've come to the conclusion that I can't deny my biological body, but I also can't deny my transgendered reality. I used to simplify things by wearing a macho mask and pretending the transgender part doesn't exist. Now I want to simplify things by making my body match my mind. Maybe the right path is between these two "extremes." But I don't think this means I should be androgynous; I don't feel androgynous, I feel like a woman.
So I guess the summary would be that maybe my life's cross is to lose all my loved ones, or maybe it is to feel transgender forever without being able to do anything about it. I don't know, but either way doesn't look too promising. I'm unhappy even on my good days.
I don't want to rush into anything, but I'm hoping to be able to dialogue with my transgender sisters to help me sort out this dilemma. Please post any thoughts, advice, and personal experiences, especially if you had a similar dilemma. I love you all, and thanks for making this forum such a supportive place. I don't know any other place on the internet that is so understanding.