THANKS for all the vibes, folks.
This has been the weirdest weekend. My partner has been out of town since Sunday morning. We definitely need a break from each other. I had a top surgery consult on Friday; and for some reason, I was completely stressed about it. I guess I have a lot riding on it. I've been trying to catch up on my grading--only two weeks of term left, plus finals week. And I've been setting up my Facebook profile and reconnecting with people from work/school and the trans community.
Sounds innocuous, but I had the bright idea of searching for my brother's best friend from high school, and I actually found him. Shot off a message before I could really have second thoughts...and then started thinking, "Damn, what if he is still friends with my brother? What if my brother is on Facebook? Do I want to look him up after cutting him off twenty years ago?"
Good question. I needed a drink to deal with that particular issue.
The old friend got back to me after a day and a half. I screwed up my courage, had some more booze, and came out to him in a long message. Then I really started chewing my fingernails.
A day later, he got back to me. He was completely positive and asked me if I wanted him to run interference between me and my brother. I have yet to write back--I'm swamped with grading that I couldn't deal with while I was waiting for a reply--but I think I'm going to say yes. It looks like I might reconnect with my brother soon after two decades...I think I can trust him.
It's a little overwhelming.
Then, this evening, I got a message from an old friend whom I had just added to my Facebook friends list. We haven't really talked in years, but she is friends with my now-ex-partner. Long story short, yesterday her husband went berserk, threatened suicide, got the shotgun, and tried to shoot her. He is now in police custody. Miraculously, he missed, and she is unharmed. She also wants a divorce.
This is a lot for her to take. She had just moved to a new state and was jobless when her teenage daughter died in a freak car accident. Now my friend has a job, but her husband snaps and her marriage is over.
I spent a couple of hours grappling with all of this and then got down to grading. I'm handling it. And I'm feeling lucky. I might have to educate my partner about his legal obligations to me (and mine to him, I suspect); but our breakup is completely amicable, and we will likely stay good friends. School is almost over, so I won't have that to deal with soon. I just heard news that my current job is not as endangered as I was originally led to believe--it still doesn't look good, but it looked worse a week ago. And if I decide to go with this cosmetic surgeon an hour away from home, I can have top surgery in late July.
I don't feel as overwhelmed as I did a couple of weeks ago. I still have a lot to deal with, but I'm trying not to think about everything all at once. I'm focusing on little milestones, two or three weeks at a time. I can manage that.
Top surgery plans. The end of term. Jury duty. Dealing with my partner and the breakup. With any luck, top surgery next, and I can change my sex legally. By then, I should have some idea of whether I'm losing my job. I can heal while I look for a place to live. I should be able to move out three weeks before classes start. If I'm not teaching this fall, I can work on my dissertation for a couple of months while I prepare for the local job market. If I'm teaching part time this fall, I can look for a spring adjuncting job here in town--that will also look good on my CV. If I'm teaching full time in the fall, that means I have a full-year contract and am set until June 2010.
So I'm practicing granularity--breaking the big, scary change in my life into small, manageable chunks. I'm always telling my students to do this; now I'm trying to practice what I preach.
Hm. Maybe I should take this approach to the booze, too. One sip at a time...hahaha.