I've always felt "special" (read: outcast, alone, monstrous). Before I felt like I was performing my brains out trying to be "normal" and failing miserably.
It turns out my audience wasn't nearly as critical as I feared they were. When I came out as trans, nearly everyone who knew me was surprised. So... out of the imaginary spotlight and onto the microscope slide, I guess.
I have a lot of supportive people in my life. I am blessed. Every time I have reached out in hope and trust I have found my trust was well placed. At the same time, I feel a huge pressure to stay upbeat, to approach every challenge with bravery and pull myself out of inevitable slumps. Unfortunately I'm not Super Girl.
On one hand, being fairly visible in my community, I feel like I can do a lot of good... on the other hand I feel like any mistakes I make along the way will be discouraging to someone who may be looking to me for an example.
I'm not going to file my horn off and try to pass, at least not yet. The world needs people to challenge their ideas of what is safe and "normal" in the universe; society needs to be shaken up a bit to keep it from stagnating. Alas, it doesn't mean I enjoy the process.
*hug*