Quote from: takotsubo on July 27, 2015, 04:00:28 PM
I was sad and anxious today, and my wife asked me why. I was unable to verbalise it, all I managed was: "it's the transgender thing; it's exhausting".
Because it is. I'm exhausted with always being aware of my body, and always displeased. I'm exhausted with thinking every time I see a woman roughly my age: "I'd trade bodies with you in a heartbeat". Exhausted with how every time I see a man I'm reminded of that I have the same kind of body as they do, and I'm appalled. Exhausted by the contradiction in that I feel from a political standpoint that society puts way too much focus on gender, yet my gender is all I can think of. Exhausted by the memories from my childhood and teens that resurface all the time; memories of how I wished I were girl; memories that prove this isn't something new or temporary, it's been there all along. Exhausted with blaming myself for not transitioning when I was younger, when it would have been easier and the result world have been so much better.
I feel trapped by my gender dysphoria. The more I think about it, the more obvious it becomes that I am transgender, but I am terrified at the idea of transitioning. I feel like all my options are terrible, and while I try to make up my mind, testosteron keeps me moving steadily in the wrong direction.
And it is so tempting to just push these thoughts away, to hide them again, to pretend, possibly even live relatively happy for a year or two, before it all comes back again.
Welcome to the World I lived in, and still do. I feel your pain.
After some 50 years of trying to keep the ocean of corks around me under water I hit bottom. That was when I realized that how I was NOT handing being trans was the root cause of many, if not all, my major life disasters.
Transitioning was the very last thing on my mind. Been there, tried it twice in my early 20's. Both times realizing it wasn't for me. On top of my list was figuring out some way to get these two great aspects of myself, the male and female, to peacefully coexist inside of me. It was pretty obvious, even to me, that the male side beating down the female one was not working after 40+ years of that route. Living out in the middle of nowhere at the time the only support/help I could find was a TG Support group some 90 miles away. After a lifetime of living in the shadows of NYC for the first time ever I reached out to "those people". I was in shock by the time the first meeting ended. There I was in a living room filled with others who's life stories almost mirrored my own. By the time the third meeting was over I knew I needed to be there. I also know it was already almost too late to tell my wife what was up.
My wife, like yours, knew of my gender issues, even my transitioning experiments. She even had no problem with my occasional escapes from maleness when I needed to present as female around the house. In time she even stayed home when I did. I, we, figured I was "just a cross-dresser". I knew I had given up any hope in this lifetime of transitioning. Better luck next time. So more resigned to being a CD. She was "Supportive to a point". A self described sexist. She liked men and what they had and how they made her feel. Totally OK with me being a CD. Usually haunted for days after my escapes when looking at me she saw Joanne. A bit of a buzz-kill for her in the romance department.
Telling her about this new development was not going to be easy. Unlike you, open and honest communication did not come easy. My wife is pathologically honest along with a bearer of TMI. She was far from thrilled over it, especially since almost all the members of the group were transitioned.
This all happened six years ago. A lot of great things have transpired since then. I am still trying to figure out exactly who I am vs who I am expected to be. I still present male, got rehired by an old boss and am once again doing a job I love and have fun in. My life is working on so many levels now with all the personal growth I've obtained these past years in taking on the beast. I still need to learn and grow more. My wife is grateful of all the work I have been doing and "most" of the changes I've made. My on again, off again relationship with low dose HRT I relied on once every few years for the brain reset became on again to fullish dose. The bumps on the chest don't thrill her by any means.
Not to obfuscate things (

), HRT DOES change you on many levels. More so then bumps on your chest and things going numb downstairs. It can be emotionally addictive. There was a time, early on, when during my WTF am I doing

meltdowns I'd either say to myself or to my wife I can stop that. She always said no, don't. Then it became "You know you can't". For me it even has become you know you can't when I begin to think maybe I can.
It can be, and in many ways is a struggle to "Manage" being trans. There is no cure. There is no ignoring it. I tried for decades using the 3D's of Diversions, Distractions, and Denial to manage it. Today I am trying and learning of other ways to that are suitable for me. Besides managing the trans part there are many more balls in the air that I have to juggle. In an ideal world I would fully transition today. I am also thankfull I do not overwhelmingly feel that I NEED to. Well... most days I don't.