Last night I was having another depressive episode and I couldn't handle it anymore... Got in a fight with my wife and left the house because I was tired of being ignored for being depressed.. I was tired of no one showing me sympathy when I'm upset and always just getting mad at me as if it's my fault. I drove off into the night at 10ish and just drove wherever the road went and eventually people began to call me as the night progressed with my absence... I was 100% ready to kill myself and crash
my car... Eventually my mom managed to calm me down and wanted to meet me somewhere to talk... I was feeling like a total psycho... Like my happiness only meant destruction and I was just crazy and stupid..
When my mom got to me where I was, she begged me to tell her what was causing all this stress and depression and crisis.. And I came out to her about all of it. Her reaction was definitely not what I expected... she first responded with "is that the big secret?" And like any other person trying to understand, she asked various questions as if to "be sure" and i made it clear what it was that I wanted... And I expressed to her how I felt like I deserved to die because of all this.. And she was getting upset and started crying and I was beginning to shut down and feel the anxiety coming on... And then I asked her why she was upset expecting her answer to be because of this secret of mine... And she said "I just hate to see you like this."
She reassured me that she would still be there for me and she would never abandon me no matter what, and then she said "I would rather have a daughter instead of a dead son".. It almost made me cry...
So now my mom knows and understands that I want to transition... And she even said she would pay for the appointments and treatments if necessary... I really wasn't expecting that.. It feels so good to know that I won't lose my family..
My dad doesn't know yet, my mom told me she wouldn't say anything to anyone until I was ready... I just don't wanna become a sensitivity case like my brother... I don't want to make people act all "PC" around me and be afraid to "say the wrong thing".. I just don't want to be treated the way my brother is treated after traumatizing my entire family with his attitude... You can't even touch on the gay topic with him because it always ends in a fight whether you are with him or against him.. I don't want to be treated like that.. I know that my family is way uneducated about all this and I'm willing to educate peacefully unlike my brother.
I've come out to all my closest friends and they each said to me either "I'm not surprised" or "I already see you as a girl, this would just confirm it visually" or "i always knew you would be much happier as a girl". I know my friends are right behind me seeing as they already see me how I want to see myself. Unfortunately, one of my best (male) friends that I've known for 10 years is a serious transphobe... I remember one time long ago I did a test trial coming out on him, and his reaction was so negative that I know our friendship would be over. I'll live on I suppose..
I feel like I've taken a big step in my life... But this is just the beginning... Now I have to think about how I'm going to tell my wife... And I also have to get ready for possibly losing her.. I may have been wrong about my mom or my friends, But I know my wife almost better than she knows herself.. And this is gonna take some therapy.
On another note, today I spent the entire day as me. As Emily. For the first time. It was so amazing... I felt so good to be out as myself, of course i was nervous and scared, but it went very well. I went to a Denny's with a few friends and the waitress referred to me as "mam"... It made me feel so happy inside. Emily is slowly freeing herself, and I can't wait to keep going.
I also got a gift from my big sis today! she gave me a diary to write about my journey and transition, and a necklace of a padlock so I can always "look at it and remember I'm not alone"
Anyway, sorry for making this so long.. I just really wanted to make a post about this leap I took.