I figured out that I was a transgender person about 30 years ago but buried it deep for the sake of my family. I've known that I would have preferred to be female since age 5-6.
I had the usual outbreaks of "cross dressing", trying to present female in private. No one knew. I took on female gender roles, becoming the person that did the cooking, cleaning, laundry, and whatnot. Still no one knew.
Eight months ago I crashed hard. I had prior bouts of depression but this was severe. I got help. The gender dysphoria diagnosis followed quickly. I was out to my wife and daughter. I started going to therapy as myself, but cross-dressed as male at home and in public.
TransMarch came along an at my therapists nudging I went as myself. My wife disapproved. I was astounded at the number and variety of folks there, all apparently happy and enjoying a day in the park together. Nobody was curled up in a ball, sobbing to themselves!
I started leaving the house as myself earlier on therapist days, staying out later, running errands, doing the shopping, all as myself. When my wife and daughter were off on trips, I was full time for the duration. I started HRT.
At some point a few months ago I think I finally accepted that I was really female. Coming home and having to cross-dress as male got harder to do, and I'd often after having to change just go off to sit and cry. Trying to maintain two lives and the male persona was getting very difficult.
One day my wife and daughter sat down and had The Talk with me. "You want to be a woman, don't you?" Oh, lord. I already AM a woman, stuck with this deformed body, but... "Yes, God help me, but yes, I want to be a woman."
She told me that after the holidays I'd have to leave. I started planning and preparations, opening bank accounts and looking at rentals. Then she told me the anxiety from just having me around was too much, and she wanted me out sooner. How about November 1?
I managed to beat even that deadline, moving out Oct 22, and immediately going full time, months before I thought I'd be ready from HRT and electrolysis.
Yes, I get "sir"ed constantly, generally by anyone not looking for a tip or to sell me something. Yes, it's pretty damn rough.
Yes, I will survive. It's not enough to bring me down. I'm making new friends, staying active, and living my life.
It will get better.
- Michelle
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