Hi Girls,
Having basically arrived at my destination in a short 20 months, I thought I would share my thoughts today on how I am feeling, was feeling and hope to feel in the future.
When I almost transitioned at 30 I remember that feeling of total happiness, the excitement of change that I would one day be me... who I felt I was. I did not have good therapists back then, they were men.. the cringed at my back hair, said other things to make me feel I would not look worth a ->-bleeped-<-...
About that time my wife heard about a church program for gays and that could help.
So I went all excited to be cured... Well after a year of really praying.. really trying.. it did not work.. in fact I just pretended it did and wife and I never spoke again about it.. as far as she was concerned it was over.
I even went to church.. knew I would burn in hell after I got my next girl fix if I got hit by a car before next church services.
Fast forward 24 years, I never one day changed. Felt exactly the same.. see a girl with a pony tail jealous, or nail polish.. the whole ball of wax.. to watch TV sucked or a football game.. cheerleaders doing what I should have done.. envious of women... shopping with my wife sucked...
I repressed however my early childhood memories of what I wanted... what I did.. to survive I bought into the theory of the church or public.. I was just some perverted soul that hid his little fantasy.
I was successful in business only because I was in sales and people really liked me. I always thought how lucky I was to be successful.. however to our demise, to survive I needed distractions.. boats planes cars... all the time buying and selling.. houses too.. never content.. I also ate like a pig...
I once thought God help me if this urge to transition were to ever come back.. It scared me.
So it happens, I had been on about 300 tries at diets and my wife said if you fail this time maybe you should get help.. so i did..
I saw a therapist who I thought would just be a life coach. Second session was a disaster.. she asked about my fathers death.. then about my childhood... I cried left and that was it.. Bell went off.. I knew all along why I could not diet, but I kept repressing those early childhood feelings...
Now here I am ... a woman.. I lost a marriage of 32 years to the most wonderful woman and beautiful woman you could ever meet in every way. I put my family through pure hell.
I was so determined.. nothing in hell was going to stop me from becoming me... nothing.
I am broke now but with an income.. I spent a fortune on FFS, Body sculpting... much of which is on credit cards.. who knows when I will get them paid off.
I have a nice body decent face the whole works.. I am 56.. and I am happy.. sort of??
You see, once you reach the destination its kind of like now what? So I am cured.. I have to wear a bra.. I am D to DD......... the thing I always wanted.. I have long hair I do the pony tail thing not for fun but because you need to at times. Yes, I am a woman.. I get hit on by men.. I get doors opened for me.... life is perfect....right? NO!
You question.. did I really do the right thing.. should I really have given up that wonderful partner for life... that loyal person who loves me so much.. yes we are best friends.. and I could not have survived had that not happened.. I may seem strong but I am weak.. girls.. not strong like so many may think.
The reason I am writing this is to just let new comers know.. get proper therapy.. think hard about this.. I did.. and I still do.. but if I had not and I had done this I don't know how I would feel.. its hard enough as it is.
Being who you are is wonderful.. not living a lie is great.. not having a secret is so freeing.. but being a woman is not easy.... makeup hair clothes, holly cow...... its a part time job to be a woman...
For the young today that transition its not much easier.. once you are who you are its like what was the big deal anyway.. then you live your life.. however my suggestion to the young that transition.. that are truly trans do it.. it never gets better...and one day you will break a bunch of family members hearts.. and your own will break to transition.
I am putting my heart back together one piece at a time... I cry tears of joy and I cry tears of pure sorrow!
My ex will never get over Doug.. I miss him too.. he was so cool.. big dude that filled a room and did not go unnoticed.. bigger than life guy...
Now I am working on the new me... I have no choice...I can't go back.. and would I if I could...... no! But sometimes I wonder if I would.
So why poor my heart out today, simple, It helps me to get it out.. I am crying as I type.. but also I feel I have experience now I need to share.. real emotions.. no sugar coating.
I am no one special, just one of you... I love my sisters and wish you all the best...
Keri AKA Dodie