So, next week I'm going to have my wife come to my therapy session to tell her my story and reveal my identity I've repressed for so long. Every step like wearing dresses in therapy to wearing polka dots and earrings into the waiting room around others yesterday have confirmed things to me. I wasn't embarrassed at all, I was being ME in public for the first time and I was glad. There isn't doubt and I've fully accepted this is my path and myself. Chances of it going well are slim and chances of being outted are high. In prepping my social media response and going to discuss it with my HR and manager just in case. Thankfully our company has specific protections for gender identity in their employee handbook. Its going to rocky, but once you get to the point of self harm and suicidal ideation, you either accept your path and what is likely to happen or you choose misery that is going to kill you emotionally and possibly physically. I have my identity and story for the first time in my life if people won't accept it, that's too bad. I won't accept pretending and playing a role for everyone anymore.
