Yes I am really writing this.
Lately I have had the "WTF am I doing?" moments more and more.
Along with it comes guilt and shame. Guilt that I'm harming people - my family, wife and kids. My wife makes it plain she'll never accept, but really can't leave. My dad, who hasn't replied to my coming out letter. Mom's is on her way via USPS.
I see myself in the mirror and in photos. Will I pass? I think I have a good chance. But I will always see glimpses of a man in the mirror. People I know will always see me as a man. And that tears me to pieces.
I got an interview for a VP of engineering position at another company, and they do want me. Salary is a significant bump over what I'm making now, and nothing to sneeze at. Would put me in a whole new category, and provide everything my family needs, even allow my wife to stay home and be a full time mom (she won't though, because she has benefits, a union and a pension.) Problem is that it was found from my male profile linkedin (don't have a female one yet). So they're expecting a manly man. I could take it and then slowly transition, but that would set me back. Besides it feels just wrong perpretrating the patriarchy. I don't feel like taking it and then continuing transition. I feel that if I lose my current job or leave I will go full time and job search as a woman. I don't want people hiring me on false pretenses.
Then I remember Lynn Conway who had a career at IBM but was not happy because she could not be herself. She tried to transition and they fired her. That to me is my reality check... would I rather be fiancially secure or happy with myself? Would I love to have money in the bank but constantly be wanting to jump off a building because I can't stand "him?" This is where I've been sometimes. It's not pretty at all. The ONLY thing keeping me going is when my baby daughter smiles and says, "daddy, you look so cuuute" or my son sits next to me and lays his head on my bosom. Or my first daughter jumps around screaming, "jungle angry birds!" when we watch Rio together for the 5 millionth time.
My current job has promised me full support with transition. I would present the competing offer to them but there are no vacancies at that level. So I feel stuck at middle management. And it would seem like I'm milking it for all it's worth... don't want to destroy the goodwill.
I feel like my voice is stuck. I have been trying FYFV and getting some progress, but it's slow and frustrating. To boot, I've caught a cold and lost half my voice. I do want to go to Yeson. However I am afraid of minor health issues like blood pressure and diabetes would cause a problem. I have a dr appt next week. I have been meaning to get to a voice therapist, but I don't have the money right now. Winter bills including $700 for heating fuel (propane) have left me broke.
Some of my bills are past due. I have to juggle stuff around to make ends meet. I don't answer my cell anymore because they keep calling. I get threatening letters. Thing is, I used to be a high roller, getting the best offers for everything. Somehow now I feel guilty about spending any money on transition even though the only major expenses are electrolysis and therapy, which really don't cost all that much, relatively speaking.
Speaking of electrolysis, I am disheartened at how fast the stuff grows back! I used to use vaniqa and that slowed things some but I decided to stop to just let electrolysis do its thing for a more permanent result. When I shave and see a shadow that knocks me straight to the ground. I think I may have some hyperpigmentation issues going on too. My dermatologist warned me that would happen. "Here is some hydroquinone, use that to lighten the spots."
And today I come out to my wife's older daughter. I have no idea what to expect.
Sometimes I feel it's not worth going on.
Sometimes I feel detransition might happen.
Other times I feel that detransitioning from life itself may be an option.
I see a used pregnancy test in the ladies room at a big box store this weekend. That will always be negative for me. I have 3 kids but I can never know what it is like to carry them. I have been through the emotional stress of infertility, having spent a few years in a fertility clinic trying to conceive. Broken me and fixed her both contributed. But we did have a lot of heartbreak in between the start to success.
Sorry if I'm just spilling everything out, but I need to cry right now.
Hope to make it to the end of today in one piece. I am broken. A broken human being. Cursed by, quite possibly laughed at by nature.
I will be alright, I see my therapist this Friday but right now... I just... don't... know.