(I apologize for the wall of text! This is pretty therapeutic to write, is this what a diary is supposed to be like?)
So as I have recently heralded from many internet mountain tops I have my had my first therapy session and I feel like maybe theres a spark of hope in me that has been rekindled. I have floated around the internet since I was 15 (im 33 now) looking at all these lovely trans women living their dreams, their struggles, finding their true selves, and merely observed, thinking it was not a life I could have. Fast forward and I have been married for 8 years to the only person I have ever truly and honestly loved. As far as I know she has no clue about my female identity but after a bit of a health scare this year I have decided it was an all or nothing proposition in case my health really does take a turn for the worse and I wont be able to medically transition (plus Im pretty sure the stress is literally killing me). I saw the therapist and....it went great! Granted she is not a gender therapist but she is really supportive and she is really excited about the process. I live in CA and work for a school so I know my job is protected by both the union and the state. Also im pretty sure HRT and SRS is covered by my health plan. Things are lining up, and there appears to be some sort of future on my horizon. Exciting, Right?
But even though I am basking in this euphoria right now the cold fear I have felt all my life about finding my deep dark secret is still present even though I want to run down the street yelling "look at me world, im a woman and you better believe it!" This time the fear of rejection from my spouse. Despite my deepest soul searching and all kinds of positive signs that have floated around for years I have no clue how she will react. I have always exhibited some feminine qualities that I think are one of the reasons that attracted her to me, such as my non-violent temperament, my non confrontational attitude, my skills at baking and cooking, my artistic talents (I paint models), and the fact I will cry during sad movies. Frankly im pretty terrible at being the atypical "male". Throughout the years she seems pretty OK with me stealing and wearing her underwear around the house, giving up a few pairs to me permanently. Additionally we are a frugal bunch so when she recently lost some weight instead of throwing her pants out she gave them to me since we are pretty much the same size (why are womens clothes so much more comfortable but lacking in so many pockets?) and slacks are slacks unless you really want to look at the labels or notice the odd cuts. So its not totally out of left field. Im not an adrenaline junky manly man, I don't even like to watch sports (football is far too violent, she likes watching it while I read). Our ideal and exciting day is watching bad movies and looking for finds at thrift stores. We have no children and our happy marriage has pretty much been unchanged for these 8 years and I cherish every day that we get to spend together.
But there is that fact that I have been lying to her all this time. I have presented myself as something I am not. That great deception haunts me every minute of every day to someone who outside of this I have never been able to lie to and she can easily see through any lies I have ever haphazardly attempted whenever I made a mess or did something embarrassing.
So how the hell do I do this? I have read around the internet, seen all kinds of ideas, talked to the therapist, and Im still totally lost. Is having her visit the therapist and come out there be good? The therapist thinks that might help. Do I tell her as soon as possible? Ive already found myself subconsciously doing more feminine things, crossing my legs, letting my hair and nails grow out, so it seems like my subconscious is ready to go. Do you ladies have any advice for me? I have a list of things I have already decided I will do that I think will help.
1. Do not start any serious medical transitions (i.e. HRT) without telling her first.(ultimate goal is fulltime then surgery)
2. When I do eventually come out I want her to be with me for everything, doctors, therapy, everything, no secrets anymore.
3. I will take as much time as she needs. Im not going to pressure her into anything if she is not ready. I know Im hurting but my pain has been around for decades, hers will be very fresh and painful. I've waited 33 years I'm sure a few more won't hurt, and it will be a lot more palatable now that im understanding myself.
4. I am prepared for the worst as well. I have some backup plans set up in my mind if it all goes south but I want to devote myself to making this work no matter the cost.
Im still terrified beyond reason but for some reason its a completely different terror that I felt just a week ago. Maybe I need to let this all settle in but I feel like the dam has burst and I have all these feelings that need to be let out.