For a long time, I had trouble understanding why people close to me drifted away as I morphed into my authentic self. Most were well aware of how unhappy and cynical the persona I allowed them to see was, be but for me in any case, transition to an authentic life was and is far more than the obvious physical changes. It has been a spiritual and psychological metamorphosis as well.
As I began to transcend who I was into who I needed to be, I fundamentally changed. HRT, and therapy, and experimentation did not end with the physical, I began to explore my emotions, I became involved in a new community, my appearance changed, my mannerisms changed, the very way that I envisioned the world became new.
It was too much for some. I am now divorced, people who I studied with in graduate school find others to delve into whatever their latest musings are. I protested early on that I was still at the core the person they knew and sometimes loved. But the truth is that transformation from caterpillar to moth is more than a physical manifestation, and for many people the leap is simply to great to attempt. Those who did are the core of my world today. They are the ones who will cry, laugh, and share both triumph and tragedy with me.
Living authentically deepens or shallows connections. I do not think it ever leaves them untouched. That is both the hardest and the most radiant part of my pilgrimage to who I am becoming, and after four years in transition the pace continues unabated. Becoming the person/woman/friend/lover who I always knew ought to be me is the hardest thing I have ever done. I have floated barges with tears, but I have also climbed mountains into the sunlight.
So the reaction of your friend is not strange, it is the recognition that you are changing, and she wonders not if, but how, she can relate to the gossamer wings of the butterfly you are becoming.
Namaste,
Ming