I'm almost ready to make the leap at work, as Bev, fulltime. So far, I believe this will be in under 10 days. Until today, I have been almost uncontrollably antsy, ready to do it now, but someone said something today that somehow put me in a tailspin.
One of my young friendswho knows I'm ts, and about to come out, called me 'dude', in a friendly sort of way today. I mentioned to him that it made me feel odd, being called dude, under the circumstances. He understood that, but said he's pretty sure there are a lot of people there who will not accept the fact, or the name change, and will continue using the name 'Mike', like it or not.
Among other things today, I learned that an old acquaintance of mine I fished with, drowned in a swift current while flyfishing. He was an old guy, 80-somethng, but we spent many wonderful hours together at our favorite sport. Additionally, I was very obviously 'sirred' almost continuously today, and had less than happy interactions with a few other people.
The thing that kept preying on my mind was the non-acceptance comment from my friend, and I think under ordinary circumstances, would not have rocked my confidence.
I was depressed when I got home, and afraid for the future, and suddenly felt with certainty that I am nothing but a foolish 50-something man with breasts, and would never, ever fit in.
I got home after work, dressed very drab...a navy tee-shirt, with a dark fishing scene on it, men's jeans, sneakers, my old men's glasses, men's clunky wristwatch, and my tiny stainless steel starter earring studs. I even slipped a knife in my pocket, which was the usual a couple years ago.
Marcy saw me headed out into the backyard, and even mentioned I looked kind of 'manly', and what was going on.
It wasn't a good feeling, after all, trying to 'go back', to a safer place, a safer time. I didn't feel better until I took all that junk off later in the evening.
Marcy said, 'honey, it would make my life simpler if were possible for you to go back, but you can't. All you did tonight was pretend you were something you're not. You're a woman, and I like you better in bright colors, with your hair down, to tell you the truth. You expect every day to be the same, but it's not. And you're not going to have an easy time changing at work, but there are lots of people there who apparently know already, and they like you. Relax, it's your weekend (mine's mid week), put something nice on, and try to let this go.'
So, I'm just about ready to head off to bed, and I feel better, but sense an ominous cloud lurking over me. I'll take the advice of my best therapist, my wife.
Bev