I really can't narrow it down to just one, I've got multiple issues. (now isn't that just the story of my life?)
1. My girlfriend. She's a great woman, smart, educated, tons of fun to be around, and we get along better than just about anyone I've ever been around. I love her in that close friend sort of way.(I am seriously friend zoning?) Sex is a chore to make her happy. The problem is she is in love and it's obvious. But she isn't what I truly desire. I know that coming out is going to crush her. While she is a nurse practitioner and is pretty familiar with situations like mine, that isn't going to blunt the emotional trauma and the thought of doing this to her is killing me. Rock....me....hard place.
Also I moved to a small town, so if she tells anyone then everyone and their damn dog for 20 miles will know in about negative 40 seconds. The small town gossip intelligence network is marvelously efficient and does not abide by the commonly accepted laws of physics. I'm not quite ready for prime time but at the same time I need to get out of the "I haven't revealed this for decades, what's one more day?" mindset.
2. Work. But not because of my coworkers so much as the TSA. I travel a lot for work, and I really don't want to be the next "transwoman groped and then tackled by TSA goon" plastered all over the news on a slow news day with loops of crappy security camera footage for the universe to ogle. Some of my customers will be a bit awkward, but the majority of them are scientists and professors and tend to lean libertarian and liberal. Some of the industrial site customers will be a problem but they will realize that they need me there. I am their savior, because if they want their half million dollar spectrometer working in time to look at that new protein culture or to get that production line back up they better chill the hell out. I already have full authority from the boss to walk out on abusive customers, I doubt that will change.
I know at least one of my coworkers will be at the very least seriously weirded out. But I'm senior to him and he's bright enough to understand the "well it doesn't really make complete sense to me, but it's not hurting me either so leave it be" ideal. And I'm working solo 90% of the time anyway so it's not like there is going to be friction in person.
(I'm also coaching him remotely while writing this helping him out with a type of system that I specialize in, so back to that whole being the savior thing...)
3. Passing of course. My bone structure isn't super ideal, but my facial structure isn't awful. Big hands kind of worry me a bit but I guess I could always try for the white Lana Kane look. It's just going to take time, work, and a whole lotta voice therapy.
4. And then family. I really probably am overthinking some of this one. I'm not close to extended family at all, and never have been (baa baa black sheep.) I am not really close to my immediate family either. I couldn't leave fast enough when I turned 18. I guess subconsciously I associate family with awkwardness and emotional pain.
I have zero doubts that my father will not approve, the only question is how severe of a reaction he will have. He's very religious and seems convinced that all trans folk are just crossdressers spying on the opposite sex in the bathroom. I think a letter explaining things might be in order. But if he disowns me, writes me out of the will, etc... at least I won't have to deal with his estate when his time is up. But on the flip side I am his favorite kid, and am by far the most successful of my siblings (very important to him.) So who knows? I am sure the initial reaction will be bad, but he may come around eventually.
I doubt my sister will be especially shocked, she always tries to drop hints that she thinks I'm gay or trans or something other than what I've been pretending to be. I really should have a sit down with her and ask what the deal is; she may end up being the easiest one to tell.
My mother? She'll probably be the wild card. She'll find out through my sister for sure and might come charging down to save my soul from the lake of fire (she was always extremely religious and is currently married to a minister.) Or this revelation might be the most joygasmous moment of her life.
The wrinkle is that I haven't talked to her in nearly 20 years and have ZERO desire to ever again. Long story short: towards the end of high school I figured out that nearly every single thing she had ever told me about my family, herself, and basically everything else was a lie. She manipulated my siblings and I as weapons against my father (despite my expectations of his reaction I respect him, he worked his ass off providing for us.) She also thrived on being pitied. To the point of hypochondria on her end and even taking me doctor shopping for an ADD diagnosis after she saw it featured on a talk show. It took her three tries with three different docs but she finally got me on ritalin and she couldn't wait to tell the world that her kid had something wrong in the noggin, the teasing I took at school was merciless because everyone's mothers knew and so did the kids. It wasn't until I was about 16 that I started piecing the puzzle together. I'm a pretty forgiving person but I cannot forgive her for what she did. There was more but this post is starting to stretch on a bit into TMI territory.
In the spirit of looking for silver linings: at least I don't have to worry about coming out to half of my parents. I just hope she doesn't get a wild hair and decide to drive a few hundred miles to go "check" on me.
Yes I understand the hypocrisy of writing somebody off for lying when I've been lying to myself and EVERYONE for basically 30 years. I tell myself that I did it to survive while she did it because she needed to attack a man that did everything for her. I don't know if that really makes it any less wrong but that's how I deal with it.
Jeez, over 1100 words. I was always the kid who aced composition classes and actually got scolded for 1500 word essays instead of the required 500 and it shows.
Thanks for letting me get this out in the open.