I think I realised this weekend just how much more there is to transition than fixing the physical. Physical is downright easy, in fact.
My instincts are female, compelling nurture, comfort, consolation. The way I react to violence, to conflict. The way I react to the sadness of others. the way I react to my own wants and needs. All female.
My identity is female. I have a kinship with women rather than men. I gravitate towards them, prefer their company, the way they interact, the way they view the world. More than that, I see myself with female eyes, think of myself as such.
But until fairly recently, for the majority of my life, I went against every instinct and feeling, and I learned to think like a guy. Of course, I sucked at being one, because going aginst your nature like that is hard work, but nevertheless, it's all I know. I was socialised a guy, once I allowed it to happen, and my female self was suppressed and rejected.
So fast-forward 20 years. I've begun once again to live in harmony with my nature, largely thrown off the male shell except for the barest minimum I need to function in society before and during transition.
But what do I replace it with? I never built up a female persona. I never had the opportunity to socialise and interact as one. Never allowed myself to suffer the fears, the joys, the pains and pleasures of womanhood.
How do you cram 20-odd years of experiences and learning and growth into a snap of the fingers? You need to build both the body and the persona to match your inner self, but it kinda becomes a chicken and egg situation of needing both. If you lack the physical, people react to what they see, a male. Yet if you lack the persona, the social aspects etc. You'll be read easily, and they'll react to what they perceive - a male.
So yeah, that was my little weekend crisis. Realisation processed and assimilated, and I'm all better now. Knuckle down and Nike - eventually, after years of awkward in-between-ness, it will come. Doesn't make it any less scary, or any easier.