Hi Susan,
I just wanted to let you know that your posts literally had me in tears. I'm thrilled that you have such a supportive family. It really shows that you raised them right! Congrats on your "coming out" conversations with them! Oh and good luck with your other daughters and their families too.
I just turned 50 a couple of months ago and have never admitted to another soul in this world what I'm about to tell you. But your courage has given me the courage to finally admit, somewhat publicly, to a secret that I've been keeping for 45 years. That secret is that I was born in the wrong body. I'm transgender. I've known since I was around the age of 5 that I was different from the other boys my age. In fact I never truly felt like I was a boy. I remember like it was yesterday the way the boys in my kindergarten class made fun of me for playing dolls with the girls instead of playing with traditional boy toys. It was horrible to say the least. No one should ever be made to feel the way I felt.
Like most children facing intense criticism I bowed to public pressure and started acting like a "normal" boy, but I was never happy about it. Apparently I guess I was a good actor though, because no one ever called me out on it again. As I got older I realized that there was nothing I would ever be able to do to change my situation, so I made the best out of life that I could. That included never telling a living soul my secret. I tamped down my natural inclinations, the real me so to speak, as best as I could and continued to be someone else. I eventually married and had a child (now a 15 year old girl).
I'm now divorced and live alone so I'm free to be the real me when I'm within the confines of my apartment...and no one suspects a thing. I spend nearly every second of my free time dreaming of becoming the real me, but I don't think it will ever happen. I could never, ever, possibly pass for a woman. I'm 6'4" and weigh 275 pounds and look really masculine. I have a very deep voice that I would never be able to hide. I've spent hours practicing a female voice utilizing various voice coach's videos online. Occasionally I'll think I finally got the voice right...then my world crashes down and I get very disappointed when I listen to recordings of it and I sound almost like my normal self.
It's really disheartening to know that the times have finally changed so much that a person like me could finally be socially accepted, but then realize that I could never physically attain my goals no matter how hard I tried. But I've started making little changes that make me feel better. Like you I've started growing my hair longer, I also added in shaving my legs and trying to learn how to wear proper makeup. I too lived most of my life with a buzz cut, so people have been asking questions. I just play it off like I want to try something new.
Also like you I really do think my family would be supportive of me making the change. Especially my mom and my daughter. Even though my daughter would be happy for me, I fear what would happen to her at school if the information ever got out though. My mom might be shocked at first, but then she'd go all in for it. She's the very first person I ever knew who fought for LBGTQ people in my very conservative state. When my nephew, her grandson, came out as gay, she couldn't have been prouder.
I thought it would be scary admitting my secret to someone...but it actually felt good. I guess it just feels good to be able to share with someone. Thank you for giving me that courage! Until the day arrives that I could ever possibly afford HRT, Facial Feminization Surgery, and SRS, I'll have to be content to live vicariously through people such as yourself. Your story made me so happy for you, happy enough to bring me to tears. Also happy enough to finally tell someone about the real me. Just know that you inspire me!!
Lexxi