My god, Terri, you were a member of a show's post-production team, if I remember rightly. Once a week, even after 12-hour days, you could see and hear the results of your efforts, and it was right up there with all the other shows.
You'd feel people would value your talent and skill.
Even before I transitioned, I found (even in my own little tiny corner of Corporate Video,) that sometimes other people were chosen by the clients to work on high-viz projects. I could see I would have done it much better, friends and supporters would see that in comparison to my usual product theirs was a pale, amateurish piece, but the client most times seemed to feel that they had rightly chosen the other over me to produce their video, and that their product was of higher quality than what I could have produced for them.
Quality is in the eye of the beholder...
While a majority of people where I work are supportive-to-celebratory, and some more are stuck at just-tolerant, I do work in a subculture that is highly renowned for its homophobia -- the Department of Defense. There is no lack of people who would rather not see me at all, ever, doing anything in support of our One Nation Under God. To them, I MUST lose, in fact, I already have, and am deserving of being treated as less than human.
But, we all know that...
I'm blessed with finally figuring myself out. When I had my epiphany, I imagined the worst it could be (say, having to live in a town of radical fundevangelists who believed I was a super-->-bleeped-<-got-pedophile, and support myself by dumpster-diving,) and decided that it might be bad, but rarely THAT bad, and that I needed to transition in the face of THOSE odds and possibilities.
I'll suffer random indignities. I see the stares, the raised eyebrows, and hear the snort-giggles behind my back. They're rare, but they're there. And it hurts. But I just keep on keepin' on. Sometime I come out agressively to some dunderhead, telling him or her this is a medical condition and that what I'm about to reveal to them is protected by HIPAA privacy, and they can't reveal what I'm about to tell them.
But most of the time, life is much better now that I'm transitioning.
Everybody has to put up with random indignities--
Karen