Warning, long post.
I came out to my ex not that long ago. Initially her response was, well- rude, but it was from a place of ignorance, and she has since become quite supportive.
Buoyed by that, I decided to talk to my GP, whose reaction was less than stellar. "???!? Not my division!" basically.
He then referred me to the wrong place, even after I told him not to, and they sent me a letter with a brochure and an appointment time to talk about my "sexual dysfunction" which pissed me off. Especially given that the referral actually used the word 'Transgendered' and never made any reference to a dysfunction. I cancelled that appointment with a strongly worded, as in a very formal and a bit angry email, which they then proceeded to send a copy off to my GP.
(The referral also suggested that the anxiety I had been in treatment for earlier had been sought under false pretences, as apparently you can't have more than one source of anxiety, and since I had just recently told him about my dysphoria, that must have also been the source of the other anxiety. The fact that my parents have both had periods of heavy drinking during my life, and that I had undiagnosed Asperger's syndrome at the time are apparently irrelevant.)
I sent my GP an email to explain why I reacted negatively to the situation, and I am currently sitting here, staring at the message alert. I can't seem to make myself open the reply. I have this intense feeling that this is going to be more irrational negativity, and I am just so not up for that at the moment.
Since coming out to my Ex, it has become progressively harder to not just blurt it out to everyone, basically. I was cooking dinner earlier, and my mom walked into the room, and I turned to her with the words "Hey Mom, I'm transgender" just barely stuck in my throat.
The only thing stopping me really is that (I'm a coward) my parents have been going through a tough time lately, having to put the house up for sale and hearing that my younger sister was diagnosed Bipolar a couple of weeks ago.
The thing is, it is never going to be a good time, and I know that. There is always going to be something that could be an excuse, but at the same time, I am not of a brave nature. I am very much the kind of guy that runs away from, or ignores, my problems. Which is stupid, I know that. I've been running from this one for over half of my life already.
I just don't know how to deal with this fight inside me. I want to tell them, but I am so frightened.
