Greetings everyone!
If this post is a bit long, i apologize. I have got to vent and ask some questions.
I suppose my story is the same as many of you on here.
In the mid to late 70's as a very young child, i was fascinated by girls. Not in the attraction sense mind you, but rather, a fascination in who and what they were. They got to wear all of the fun and frilly stuff, got to grow their hair long, they were allowed (for the most part, this was the southern US) to express who they were. It became apparent at an early age that something was different about me. I genuinely, emphatically, and SERIOUSLY hated sports. I couldn't stand GI Joe or any of the other crap they sold for boys in that era. I was more infatuated by technical stuff, how things worked. I had naturally effeminate mannerisms, which led to bullying in school. At an early age i had to learn how to act masculine.
Puberty hit, and i hated what i saw in the mirror. Hair in places i didn't want. My cross-dressing ramps up at this point. I used to dream of the day i could get my drivers license so i could go SHOPPING!!!! I was a secret fashionista in those days, paying attention to the latest trends in female attire. When the day came that i had a small amount of freedom, i was very quickly reminded of where i lived and what happens to people who are very different from the norm. A gay kid was beaten very badly at my school and the officials did absolutely nothing to prevent it or punish those who were responsible. Deep into the closet i go....
I dated girls to keep up appearances, trying to convince myself i was normal. This sort of thinking would later play out in a bad way. Through out college in the big city, i saw a lot more tolerance; people were openly gay/lesbian. There was a trans woman who was just simply stunning however i didn't dare reach out to her. Got appearances to keep up. One of many missed opportunities to connect with someone i could talk to.
Once i moved out on my own the cross-dressing went overboard, yet i could never go outside. I would experiment with guys and feel unbelievably guilty about it afterwards. My wardrobe has increased at this point where i have more femme stuff than male stuff. All real emotions are bottled up and tucked away until.....
I started getting a lot of flak for not being married by this point. From everyone. So i started researching online on how to date women, how to talk to them. When they rejected me, it was a personal hit emotionally. After all i am supposed to be NORMAL. It started taking it's toll, i started shutting down inside. After one particularly bad instance, i went numb, just numb. I was on vacation and i drove 18 hours straight to get back home all of it weighing heavily on my mind. The next day, i did all of my usual routines and i felt like a zombie. Numb, only giving a smile to keep up appearances. That night it hit. The tears came, howling uncontrollable sobs of grief came across me. I was defective, a reject, a freak and i needed to end it. For whatever reason, i reached out to my parents via phone. I so wanted to come out right then, but the courage wasn't there. After several hours, they talked me down and they thought that it would be best for me to enroll in martial arts classes. Fine i thought maybe this is the answer.
I enjoyed it thoroughly and it gave me confidence! But it never resolved the problem, and two marriages later (fortunately no kids) i was honestly back to square one. With the help of a fantastic therapist (I'm seeing her now) i found the courage to admit i was gay and come out to those who are close to me.
Still though something was still missing. More dressing, more shopping, my femme mannerisms start coming back. I try to reason with it and its coming on strong. I really start getting into androgynous clothing and it keeps things at bay. The femme feelings start coming in waves (they always did, however this go around they are much more intense). It all started becoming obsessive to a degree, affecting my day to day life. I start taking notes about it all and i make an appointment with my therapist.
My therapist is the no nonsense sort, she does her best to cut to the chase. I presented my case, my notes. I asked her if this is what gender dysphoria truly feels like, and she answered with a very simple "yes". I am on the cusp of getting my letter for HRT.
Ohhhh ->-bleeped-<-. This is getting real....
So, to come to a point of all of this, I am terrified.
Seriously, genuinely, and honestly truly scared to my core.
My parents and my brother would probably accept me (they are extremely progressive, mom and brother accepted that i am gay), yet my parents health problems are so great (no fault of their own. One by Lyme's disease, one by serving in a war that sprayed chemicals that injured everyone involved) that me coming out would simply add more to their stress. I honestly don't want to do that.
I am apprehensive as to what is to about to happen, yet something keeps pushing me forward. Part of me wants to stand on a mountain top and scream "Screw you world!!!! I am ME!" and the other wants to go back to the comfortable. Hell, i can't even think of what of what i would want as a female name....
Can i ask, you the community, to give me your thoughts on the following:
1. Do hormones, even on low doses, bring clarity to this storm?
2. Am i a bastard for never telling my parents who i really am? So much guilt is surrounding me on this. I feel as if I can't go forward on the journey.
3. Did any of you face this apprehension standing on the edge of tomorrow?
4. Does the fear of transitioning ever subside?
Thanks to everyone