QuoteBut also knowing is bittersweet because now all the emotions from my childhood I'd hidden away have burst out of their hiding places and I find myself alternating between wanting to burst into tears and wanting to punch someone's lights out. Being a sensible kind of woman I'm going to find myself a therapist and talk all this stuff out because it's no good being in this kind of emotional space feeling all this old pain.
I know this state, and those feelings. When I first read about gender-nonconforming children, a couple of years ago now, I just lost it. Starting when I was no older than five, my mother made it very clear that I wasn't good enough. I knew that she wanted a daughter and pretty much didn't get one, and I also "knew" that it was my fault. When it hit me that I was
that kid, that I had been totally normal, albeit "different," a lifetime's pain and rage broke through some sort of dam. It was terrifying -- I've never felt so out of control. I was scared enough by my reaction that I called a friend and said "Hey, can I come over, I don't think I can be alone right now." When it came time to see my therapist, I had to take a valium so I could calm down enough to feel safe to drive. (Yeah, I know...

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Therapists are good for this stuff. I was fortunate to have a good one with whom I had started to work on gender ID stuff. But realizing that it wasn't a case of my being somehow flawed psychologically or spiritually, that I really was born this way and it's OK, did a
lot to help me heal.
I hope it works that way for you, too.