So I went to my new gender therapist today, a different one from the one who gave me my T referral. I wanted to start fresh with someone without feeling like I had to say the right things to get my HRT letter. Mostly I went because I suffer from intense shame of being trans, but ONLY to my parents. Anyone else, heck, I couldn't care less if it bothers them or not. But my parents have been my best friends my whole life, and I have always feared disappointing these people I love so much. So today I came out about having gender issues. Note that I dress like a man and talk about gender issues all the time, so it didn't come to a big surprise to them. But I couldn't bring myself to say "I am transgender" or "I want to transition." All I could say was "I have some gender issues," "I'm seeing a gender therapist," "I think I am transgender," and "I think maybe I'm a guy." This is despite the fact that the ONLY reason I'm not on T yet is because I wanted to tell my parents first, and there is no question at ALL in my mind that I am a man. Nor am I ashamed of being a man--to anyone BUT my parents. (Can you tell I have a psychological issue here, lol?)
My parents expressed that they are thrilled that I am seeing a gender therapist, and they want me to discover my identity, whatever it is, and live however will make me happy. This just made me feel like a guilty heaping pile of you-know-what for not being completely honest and just telling them: "I don't THINK I'm trans, I AM trans, and I am excited to become physically closer to the man that I am inside." But I couldn't do it. I couldn't even bring myself to tell them I want them to use male pronouns or use my masculine name (they still call me "she"). Instead I just cried and said thank you. I feel like a pitiful, weak fool. What is wrong with me? Here they are, being so wonderful about it, but I can't even admit to them the full truth. I thought coming out about this would make me feel better, but I still feel like a liar, because I'm still lying to some degree. By omission, anyway.
Why can't I grow some dang balls, irony of that statement not intended? What is wrong with me that I can't bring myself to tell my parents OR my best friend? I guess part of it is that I am scared to death that they are going to question the validity of my identity and that will somehow mean I'm just losing my mind and need to get a reality check... Actually, I guess that IS it, and I am glad I wrote this post because I didn't realize that until I typed it. That is it exactly. Because my best friend will have no problem with it at all--she is absolutely a trans ally. But I am afraid to tell her, too. I'm not afraid to tell co-workers or not-as-close friends or strangers because their opinions don't make me feel like my identity is at stake if they don't see what I see in myself.
I am glad I took this first step, but I don't know what to do next. My next therapy session was supposed to be in two weeks, but I am going to try and move it to next week, because I don't know if I can stand all this angst and hope he will have some suggestions for how to talk to my parents. I just want to get on with transition and be happy. I have been SO much happier since I recognized what was different about me, there has been SO much more hope and joy in my life. I just want to continue down that path instead of angsting about what my parents and best friend are going to think. Yet I can't make myself rip off the Band Aid. That's what I tried to do tonight, but it's like I just peeled off an edge, and the rest of it is still stuck to my arm.
Any advice on how to deal with these feelings? I'm sorry if I sound like I've gone crazy. I'm just really emotional right now.