I just did the coming out that I was least looking forward to - my best friend. I've known for years that he was anti-transexual. Not in a transphobic way, but in a completely misinformed about the statistics and realities of transexualism way.
So I called S. up, since he lives about four hours away from me at this point. Tell him that I'm actually doing great, but I have something to talk to him about. Give my spiel about how I've had something that I've been repressing for years and that caused me a lot of problems. Now I'm accepting it and dealing with it and I'm doing better with life - to the point that I'm no longer on large doses of antidepressants. And then tell him "S, I'm transexual".
Then came the 70 minutes of attempted "intervention". Because he has a background in psychology (grew up in a university psychology department and got his BA in Psych back in 1992) he knows *all* about transexuality. Called my therapist a "quack" and a "cheerleader", because he didn't have me get a second opinion to go on HRT, because that's part of the "ethics" and "standard guidelines" for dealing with trans. When I quoted the SOC he just moved to another tactic. But kept returning to "you need a second opinion" from someone who is anti-trans.
He then asked me if I knew what the suicide rate for post-op trans was. I told him less than for trans who don't deal with it. At which point he told me I was wrong and said that "almost all" (not "a lot" nor "most") post ops kill themselves when they realize what they've done and how it didn't help and there's no going back.
He accused me of thinking I was trans as a way to stay with my wife (who came out as a lesbian last fall and caused me a lot of heartache for quite a while). I told him no, I was wanting this for a lot longer than that, that I had wanted a female/female relationship with my wife but was afraid of losing her for other reasons if I transitioned.
Then it was because I've been under "insane" amounts of stress, with losing my job last year, being unemployed for quite a while, new job, my wife "wanting to divorce me" (not true and I never said that), the fact that I'm in a new town without my support network (who are all of 20 miles away). Then there's the fact that I supposedly always try to please people. Then midlife crisis. Then then then...
Not once "Are you happy?" or "Are you sure?" or even "Be careful. This is a big deal. You should get a second, unbiased opinion." Just "you're wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong". And my sister, who is beyond supportive and told me "I've known since we were teenagers that something was going on but could never figure it out", is only pretending to be supportive to stay in my life.
I swear he does have good points. It's just my wife never sees them. But tonight I just couldn't defend him to her.
Val
PS. I just looked over this and have to say, okay, it is in a transphobic way.