Yes, I've been so wary I apparently gave myself an ulcer.
I keep telling myself that I will accept her, no matter what, but go very slow with any romantic reconnecting in Thailand. We can just be friends and see what happens.
As a demisexual it takes me over a year to feel sexual attraction to someone. I was previously only attracted to my ex-husband but only after two years of courting, but that timed out three years after our breakup, so I feel nothing now in that department.
When she first broached the idea of us getting together I gave her a long list of hoops to jump through first before I'd give her my address;
she'd have to see a gender therapist, be divorced, get proper documents, have enough money in the bank to pay for all her costs for six months, and have a way to get income online, in case I can't get her an ESL job because of her being transgender spooking Muslim parents.
I also stipulated that if she starts acting out in scary ways as she did previously, she would have to move to another floor, or even another apartment building.
But seeing her happiness has made me less suspicious of her motives. If she is supporting herself, and has no plans to have operations, she couldn't be trying to get me to play some free caregiver role.
I previously had a transgender high school friend who actually told me she was coming to Thailand to get her operations so she could live with me and I could take care of her.
I was horrified. I worked full time and the town where she was planning to get the work done was five hours away.
So I said something indefinite like that I might travel north to visit her in the hospital at least one time during her stay in Thailand.
She kept trying to rope me into being her caregiver, but I just became more distant. That's what I feared with my ex.