I really don't know why I - or anyone else - is transgender. I know there are an abundance of theories on this subject and a great many opinions/perspectives, but nothing really gains traction for me. I just don't know.
This does not, however, stop me from asking this question. 'Why am I trans?'
One thing that consistently arises in considering this matter is how curiously congruent being transgender is with the rest of my life, with one of the central challenges I seem to face. More specifically, I have a really hard time speaking honestly about my experience with others. Really hard. Most of my life I have stayed very quiet and withdrawn about what's going on for me.
For a long while this was tolerable. Not nice, mind you, but tolerable. And then it became something else. Then it became intolerable and I started to feel like I was actually dying. It was like I was drying up and shriveling my way out of this world.
Perhaps five years ago, in utter desperation, I started asking, 'What the heck?!?' I started looking at what was going on and discovered I was holding secrets from (both myself and) the world. I was an addict. I had a crazy mother. I had been abused. And, finally, I am transgender.
So for some strange reason, I have had a life of troubling experiences and deep, dark secrets. As if addiction were not enough, I had been abused! As if abused were not enough, I had a crazy parent. As if... Being trans was/is one big part of this mix. It has struck me curious that this theme is so strong in my life.
As if this were not enough, I am now finding that each of these deep, dark secrets wants out. They each have pressure to them, these secrets. And they want into the world! So I now find myself now feeling like, if I want to live, I have to speak honestly with others. I have to do what I have never done: I have to speak honestly about all of this with others.
I don't like this very much. It's really hard and I am not very good at it. But I am doing it and, as I do, I find myself very slowly, very gradually coming back to life, coming back into life. So these events/situations that have been so awful for me through all these years are now, oddly enough, providing the push/motivation/fuel I need to come into this life and this world in a way I have never, ever done before.
It's all so very curious to me.
So, honestly, what comes up when I consider the question, 'Why am I transgender?' In my better moments this: I am trans so that I might come back to life, so that I might finally, finally speak my voice in this world and live!
To repeat, it is all so very curious to me.
I don't understand any of it.