So yesterday, I revealed myself to only the third person (that I remember) in my life. I revealed myself to a long pen pal when I was in my early 20s and she stopped writing to me as a result. I told my wife before we married because I wanted her to know before we got too serious. And at first things were great, but shortly after when she saw me fully dressed for the first time, that was the end of that. She wanted nothing more to do with it and said that we would divorce if it went further than me doing what I needed to do in private.
So I was feeling really low since my first post. I am applying for work and the equality questions at the end of each application get to me because I find myself lying on them in order to conform with society's expectations. Things are much better today that they were but I am still terrified of people finding out. But I just needed to tell someone and talk about it. My wife has made it clear she wants nothing to do with that aspect of me. She doesn't even sleep with me anymore, we are more just like very good friends than husband and wife.
So I opened up to an old friend. I've not seen him in a while but he was very involved with the LGBT group when we were at university together and I thought if anyone could show some understanding it would be him. He's bisexual himself and happy with his gender. The second I opened up, I realised it was a mistake. I told him before we met that I was going to reveal something about me that I've been keeping secret and that I needed a friend with his background experience. I suspect he was expecting me to talk about depression or at 'worst' (is that really the right word?) come out as gay or bisexual. He clearly wasn't expecting me to reveal the real me.
I could see that I had taken him by complete surprise and that he wasn't comfortable. Hell, I even teared up. I was shaking like a leaf. He mentioned about sexuality and I admitted that I am bisexual but not in the same way that he considers it. After he quickly made his excuses to leave and I was left on my own not feeling good at all. Fear, rejection, depression, anxiety... really not feeling good. I sent him a light hearted e-mail apologising for making him feel uncomfortable but silence. That was a mistake.
Anyhow, I've spent a lot of time contemplating on my own. A lot of questions. Should I put my happiness before my family? Or should I do what I always promised and put the needs of my family first? What does it mean to be a woman? Dressing up is part of it, but it isn't really. My earliest memory is wanting to wear a dress, have long hair in a ponytail and play with the dolls and be accepted for doing that... that was when I was 2 years old. But, now, today, it isn't about dressing up. Sure I would like to look good but that isn't it. Dressing just makes me more relaxed because I don't have to pretend to be masculine for a while. So what is it that makes me a woman in the wrong body? And honestly, I can't answer that. It is just something I know.
So back to the job applications... I can choose not to answer the questions but will they be curious as to why... will they start paying more attention looking for signs? When I revealed myself to my wife and to my 'friend' they both said that it makes a lot of sense. They never knew but they knew something wasn't right. My wife said it was like dating two people.
Then I am looking at things online and the emphasis is on trans. That's not me. I don't want to be trans... I want to be the woman I know I am. There is no qualification in that. I may or may not have a medical condition, but that condition shouldn't define who I am. It depresses me. I don't want to tick the male box, I don't want to tick the trans box either, but I am not allowed to tick the woman box without consequences. Then the sexuality box, I know I am bisexual but I am living in what people would consider a heterosexual relation. I am not that attracted to physical aspects of a person. Sure, I can say someone looks good but I am not sexually attracted based on looks. I don't find any celebrities sexually attractive. I am sexually attracted to personalities... and those come from people not gender or sex. So I find myself ticking the male heterosexual box and that is the appearance the world has of me but it isn't really me.
Oh... I just feel like ->-bleeped-<- now. I thought talking to someone who I thought would be understanding would help but it's just made the world an even more ->-bleeped-<-ty place. If someone who should be understanding can't cope with who I am... urgh.
Anyway, perhaps writing on here will make me feel better. Who knows. But just to be clear, don't worry. Yes, I am feeling low at the moment and upset but I am not going to do anything to hurt myself. I've got an amazing daughter and something very valuable to live for... the one thing in my life that keeps me sane but also the reason why I can't really consider being the real me. She is someone I will not risk losing in my life.
Sorry for ranting on and sorry if I caused any offense with the trans thing. I just feel the emphasis should be on woman and not necessarily on trans. If people feel more trans than woman, then fine, I mean nothing by it... it is just not who I want to be. urgh... even that sounds patronising and insulting. URGGHHH... I can't do anything right at the moment. wtf is wrong with me.