Here's the story...
Basically, I just started adding my work friends from my new job onto my Facebook page. I've been working there for about 7 months now, and have by now become confident that not a single person knows that I'm transgender. Basically, on my Facebook page, I set up an elaborate friend-locking system so that only people I'm out as trans to can see my old pictures, trans*-related posts, or posts where people used my old name. But at the same time, I didn't feel comfortable only posting pictures where I look completely 100% feminine, or deleting all of the little personal "celebrations" about HRT milestones and hair growth milestones from the pictures where I do look feminine. So I left a few things up that might make someone curious... I left a couple of very androgynous pictures up from back in the fall of 2013, and left up a few references to HRT and hair growth even though I never outright talked about transition. And I just kind of hoped that people wouldn't ask questions.
Well, at work this week, someone did ask a question. He'd gotten curious and browsed some of my old pictures, and saw my old androgynous picture from when I first came out and only looked about half-feminine, and he was surprised, he asked me "so did your hair used to be short? Like, really short? I mean, I saw that old picture, and it doesn't even look like you." He asked me about it, and asked what I'd meant by HRT in my most recent profile picture where I mentioned "2 years on HRT as of today."
This is one of my best friends at work. He helped me find my current apartment that I'm living in. So I know there was no malintent there, he was just curious for curious's sake, it wasn't a judgmental tone.
I'd been debating for months what to do if someone asked me about why I looked a bit androgynous/guyish, and I'd kind of settled on explaining it as a "hormone imbalance that's made me look more masculine ever since I was a teenager," but I didn't think the time would ever come to decide on whether I'd use that explanation, or just tell the person outright that I was trans.
So here's what I said. "I've had a hormone imbalance since puberty." I hoped he'd leave it at that, but he inquired further. And fear got the better of me. So I said "Well, I had an excess level of masculine hormones in my body, and they caused me to basically go through a male puberty. So starting a couple of years ago I finally got it corrected, I started taking pills to balance them back out to normal female levels, and that's why I look so guyish in those old pictures."
"That must have been tough for a girl to go through. I can only imagine." He said.
"Yeah... no kidding. I got made fun of for it a lot. So basically I gave up on looking feminine at all because I was so tired of people making fun of me and so tired of feeling like a freak, and just decided to go for a butch look for all those years so that I wouldn't look so abnormal anymore. And that's why my hair was short."
"Butch as in... lesbian?"
"No, no... actually, I don't even know what my sexual orientation is."
So that was my conversation. And wow, I didn't realize how awful it would make me feel in retrospect. On the one hand, framing my gender dysphoria as if I was a girl going through a male puberty seemed to actually make him understand what it felt like to me even more. Is there any chance in hell he would have been that sympathetic if I'd just told him I'm trans? I don't know. The way I told it to him really did feel like the way it happened to me... I felt like a girl going through a male puberty against my will, and watching my potential youthful feminine beauty be destroyed by testosterone a little bit more every single year, until the point where I finally gave up and just admitted that I'd never be a girl, so I quit even trying.
But on the other hand, that wasn't really my motive for framing it this way. My motive was shame. And my motive was fear. I did it because I'm so scared of admitting to people that I'm trans. I'm so scared that they wouldn't like me, wouldn't accept me anymore, that the women would get standoffish around me, see me as a freak instead of just as a normal girl like they've been doing for the last 7 months. And hell, I wouldn't even admit that I was in a relationship with a girl for 6 years. Because I'm scared of the lesbian connotation too. I'm scared that the women would be afraid that I'm checking them out, would stop feeling comfortable around me... that was the motive... shame, fear, feeling embarrassed of who I am, embarrassed of my trans status, and embarrassed of the fact that I ever dated someone who, if they knew about it, might make them uncomfortable.
I have a lot of self-acceptance problems. I'm still hung up on all the things which make me "lesser" than cis women, and I hate every single aspect of my trans* status. I want so much to just be normal, and now it's basically leading me to lie to people's faces just in order to keep that illusion of normalcy going.
So where do you cross the line? On the one hand, I feel like I have a right to live my life as a normal person and not have to worry about other people's political biases about my very right to exist get in the way. I don't want my life of normalcy to change. But on the other hand, I'm disgracing the trans community. I'm not helping advance trans* rights, I'm just reinforcing the stupid heteronormative gender binary because I'm too much of a coward to admit that I'm anywhere on the LGBT spectrum, that I'm anything but a normal completely-socially-acceptable cis-heterosexual woman.
Is it okay to stretch the truth so that people won't judge me, or should I just tell the truth and learn to have confidence in who I am and demand respect instead of spending every moment being so damned scared of people seeing me as lesser or a freak or being standoffish around me just because of who I am?