« on: December 28, 2020, 08:43:32 am »Four years ago today, 28 December 2016, I discovered the source of my anger and rage. It's been an amazing journey, and I still have a lot to learn. This year has been tougher than most due to COVID-19. Adding to the pain, in February we lost my mom to cancer, in April we lost one of our furry companions, and in May our youngest daughter graduated and moved away to start her career (both happy and sad about this) -- so we have an empty nest. I have been working from home since mid-March. Other than Susan, the only person I regularly socialize with is my electrologist. The reduced socialization makes it feel as though I have regressed. Some days I wake up not realizing I'm a woman until I look under the sheets.
Pronouns. Strangers always get it right, friends are close to 100%, family gets it right most of the time -- the person who most often gets it wrong is me. For some reason when I think about myself, my thoughts include the wrong name and the wrong pronoun. It's difficult to overcome five decades of suppression. Hopefully one day my brain will catch up with reality.
I have one more significant surgery planned, although I'm considering a few minor procedures to fix little things that bother me. Unfortunately, it isn't just vanity driving my desire to look my best. In some places being read as transgender can result in being assaulted, or worse. The more boxes I check off, the safer I will be.
Almost every legal document that matters now has 'Jessica' on it. I'm not sure if we can update our daughters' birth certificates. If they would just add my name and leave my dead name, then I don't see much reason to try changing them. However, there is one important piece of paper we can fix, and I'm trying to convince Susan that we should take care of it. Fixing it will remove any potential legal issues related to our marriage. We have plenty of time to plan something simple, next June will be our 37th wedding anniversary...
Changing your perception of yourself isn't easy, neither is changing everyone's perception of who you are. The only way to be truly happy is by being true to yourself -- not by being the person others want or expect you to be. I'll close this post with some lyrics from the clean version of 'Perfect' by P!NK:
You're so mean when you talk
About yourself, you are wrong.
Change the voices in your head,
Make them like you instead.
So complicated, look how we all make it,
Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game.
It's enough, I've done all I can think of,
Chased down all my demons, I'll see you do the same.
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect.
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me.
Love always -- Jessica Rose