I don't really think anyone will have an answer to this, but I wonder if anyone else has felt or currently feels this way. I've been an angry, depressed, moody, and very poor husband for the majority of my life. My wife was a saint to stay with me all those years (35 to be exact). I've always known there was something wrong with me, but I thought I could control it and would eventually outgrow it. Well, neither of those things happened and I finally came out to my family as transgender a few years ago. I started HRT and, for the first time in my life, I felt good and was a totally better person. I also started electrolysis then and while my wife, 2 adult kids , and brothers thought it was "weird", they put up with it as long as I did not parade around our small, conservative town in girl mode. 6 months later, my wife told me she was ready to move on with her life and I totally understood her position. We are still married, but separated. Now, I live about an hour away from them and have had FFS. I live full-time in girl mode now and I'm doing all right with that. The issue is my family. While I know my wife and kids still love me, they are also ashamed and embarrassed by me. When I visit them, I'm not allowed to go outside or do anything in public, even though I have been wearing my old guy stuff and showing my receding hairline (on a positive note, I'm scheduled for hair transplants in July). They do not want their friends and neighbors to know about me. The thing is, I understand their feelings as I also feel embarrassment and avoid the people I knew when I was a guy like the plague. I understand the whole trans thing and I feel I must have been born like this because I would do almost anything (short of self harm) to be rid of it. I hate being trans and the stigma and shame society puts on it. For me, the only thing worse than being trans is being the person I was before I started transitioning. Now, my heart is broken as I know I'll probably always have to live in the shadows with my family....a constant reminder of embarrassment and shame for them. My wife told me tonight she didn't care what other people thought, and yet, she refuses to go to a restaurant with me if there is even the remotest chance someone might recognize us. Is there a way to help my family? I moved an hour away to try to insulate them from me so hopefully they could avoid the stigma of being associated with me. Do I need to let them move on without me? I've got a 1 year old grandson too who I love dearly and it just kills me to think I probably won't be a part of his life. I've shed so many tears over this. Any advice? Wisdom? My heart is so broken over this.