Feeling needy today.
I've introduced myself here at some point, but to recap, I'm a 48 year old assigned male woman. I've lived nearly my entire life in the closet. I was driven to the point of taking my own life as a teenager, and it was only through blind chance that my going through with it was interrupted. For most of my life, I blamed my tangled gender identity on the madness leading to that day, when really it was my tangled gender identity and my inability to understand or accept what I was that led me there. It's funny how the mind works.
Anyhow, I'm 25 years into a 30 year pension system as a public school teacher. Several years ago, I took over as advisor for our GSA when the previous one retired. It changed my life in ways I couldn't have expected. Their acceptance of themselves made it pretty damned hard to continue hating myself what what I'd denied my entire life. I began to let go of some of the denial and self-loathing, and I eventually came out to my wife. I've since come out to a handful of other people, but I am not out or transitioning.
I've chosen to stay in the closet because I'm afraid of so many things, if I'm honest with myself. I'm afraid that while my current district administration has done almost all the right things for our trans kids, that they might not be quite so accepting of a trans staff member. I'm afraid that even if they are accepting, that leadership will turn over than the next ones won't be. I'm afraid that the conservative community I work in will make it difficult to maintain my job. I'm afraid that coming out as a trans woman will complicate what I do in school. I work with students who struggle in math, and the setup requires them to be comfortable leaving their classroom to go over material with me. If they're not willing to do that because their not accepting, my what's the point of employing me? I'm afraid to come out to my 6 and 10 year old kids because I don't want them to have anxiety about kids at school knowing. As a parent, I'm supposed to lighten their loads, not add to them.
You get the point, the list goes on and on. I'm not ready to come out. I'm not ready to transition, medically or socially.
But I need it. I yearn for it all the way down to my bones. Normally, I "treat" it by finding some alone time in which I can be me. Wig. Makeup. Dress. *happy contented sigh* The problem is that it's been almost three months since I had that opportunity. It's also been something like six weeks since I've been able to see my therapist. Thankfully, I have an appointment on Thursday, and the timing, combined with taking the day off of work, should also allow me a couple of hours to rattle around the house as Nadia.
I'm not looking for any solutions here. I just needed to vent to folks who might understand. Staying the closet is getting harder, now that I've found some self-acceptance. I didn't expect that. Five years until I can retire seems like an eternity right now. If you're still reading, thank you. I appreciate that you stuck it out. I'm feeling pretty isolated and thinking about people taking the time with these words makes me feel less so.