I came out at work, and then my job ended today as it would have regardless. I'm no longer a student, my six-month post-graduation employment extension has expired, and now I'm unemployed. Yikes. But this wasn't a transition-related loss.
All of my relationships with friends remained intact, and actually grew as transition pushed me out of a hermit lifestyle and turned me into a social butterfly. I even gained two new best friends and my ex-wife and I appear to have rekindled our friendship (which should never have turned into a marriage in the first place, which we're both wise to--and laugh about--now). The marriage certainly didn't end based on trans-related issues, as she only found out about me three weeks ago.
The relationships with my mom's side of the family, immediate and extended, strengthened. My stepdad, who's been more of a father to me than my biological dad, gave me his blessing to take his last name so that I can now join the family who loves me in name and spirit.
Except for two of my sisters, the relationship with my dad's side (including my stepmom) is beyond repair and will shatter when they find out I'm trans. It's been 30 years since my parents divorced, but you'd think my dad and stepmom were still at war with my mom. They abused me heavily as a child, filled my head with negativity, self-doubt, and hatred that's taken me years to expunge. I went to school lying about the bruises they caused, lied to social services, lied to police, and lied to myself. Since my divorce three years ago, they began cutting me out of their lives (because they believed my mom was the impetus, despite my ex being the one who filed). Since Obama was elected and I voted for him, they cut me out even more and told me I deserve everything bad that ever happens to me, and hoped I'd get more bad in the future. They've always tried to force a decision on me: sever ties with my mom and gain their twisted respect, or continue my relationship with my loving mother and receive their scorn. I'm sick to death of their abuse and then apologizing for the inconvenience I caused them having to abuse me in the first place, just so they'll start talking to me again. I'm done. No more. The strong woman I am now is going to do what the cowering boy could never do: end this poisonous relationship.
So being trans has nothing to do with the reasons why that relationship will end, but is the impetus for ending it. And quite frankly, it'll be one of the best things that's ever happened to me.
Now I'm adrift in life, no job, researching graduate programs, and no clue what's next. Will being trans hinder me? I'm not sure, but I know that if I remain strong, any damage should be minimal and long-term damage nonexistent.