You see I felt I would be better off dead than continue living in misery. I changed my mind when I discovered there was something I could do about this disorder named transsexuality and its side kick GID. I realised that I wouldn't be of any use to anyone dead and decided I wanted to live, and do whatever I needed to, to survive and live as whom I believed myself to be at any cost.
Funny thing about family, when it was just a consideration towards a possible resulting consequence every one was open minded about the topic.
But when the day I began transitioning came I was left in their dust as though I had just broken out all over in red spots from some exotic contagious disease
Having tried to get acceptance from family was like trying to extract teeth from chicken. For the most part it was a failure and a waste of time, but I never closed the door behind them. To this day, 9 years later that door still remains open.
In the end I couldn't live the lie anymore and had to do what ever I could do to make it right for myself if I were to survive.
At least, alive, and as my true self I saw one kid off to college and another I saved from an abusive spouse and got her started in a new life. I tried with all my heart to help my son and even my ex, as well as having a friends three children in my care at the time.
I continued working as a social worker and I believe that once the decision was made and I accepted my true self, I never before knew real peace in my life like I did at that time. As a result I became even more efficient at my job, I had not only learned to accept myself but also learned to truly love who I was. In doing this I also learned to know how to truly love others.
Today I see it as a blessing, my entire life had been a lie, pretending to be be what I wasn't only just to try to conform to what society expected from me to present as. The lessons and the experience of my journey is not yet over, but the light guiding me grows brighter by every step forward I take.
Cindy