So ... a few years ago I told my daughter, who were then about 21 and 22 that I had gender issues. I somewhat understated the full extent of my dysphoria, but I thought they were old enough to know a bit about who there father really was. My wife was very upset when she found out, saying that I was just putting my emotional burdens onto them, at a time when they had enough troubles of their own to deal with. And actually, I thought and still think she was probably right. I actually had done the wrong thing.
So we both agreed not to tell the girls about the issues in my life and our marriage until the point where there was definite action being taken: specifically, if I actually was transitioning and/or we were getting divorced.
Naturally, I hoped that when the time came, I would have the chance to explain my situation, to talk about the background to it - that this isn't some passing whim, or mid-life crisis, or a lifestyle choice: it's something I've been trying to deal with pretty much all my life, and that no matter what happens, my love for them remains constant. And I hoped that I'd have this conversation with my wife present, so that the girls would understand that even if she was very wounded by the whole thing, she accepted that I wasn't trying to hurt anyone or reject anyone - I was trying to save my life.
So, on Saturday - two days ago - she went up to London to see my oldest daughter, who's been having a hard time, work-wise and love-wise. I thought it was just a bit of mother-daughter bonding. The day goes by ... In the evening, our oldest daughter calls home. I pick up the call. She asks for Mum and when I say she's still on the train my daughter hangs up without another word.
A while later, I go to pick my wife up from the station. She walks off the train still talking to our daughter on the phone, ends the call as soon as she sees me and gets into the car as tense as a bowstring and white-lipped with anger. Then she tells me that she's just got both our daughters together and told them both that I'm transsexual and am very seriously considering transition. Then she says that the girls are devastated and they can't deal with it and I'm not to try to contact them because they're not ready to deal with me yet, until they've had time to process everything.
I guess I don't have to tell anyone how devastated I felt. To have such incredibly personal information given to two of the people I care most about in the world, without my knowledge, in deliberate breach of our agreement ... and then to be told that my daughters - who are now 25 and 24, so grown women - didn't want to heard from me. Well, I was distraught, hurt, furious, you name it.
My wife said she had to do it, just to feel there was something about this that she could control. She felt helpless, because there was nothing she could do to influence how I felt or what I was going to do. And she couldn't keep all her feelings inside any more. She had to tell someone, so she told the girls.
On Sunday, I wrote a short message to both my daughters - much shorter than this post! I said that I'd been asked not to discuss my situation with them, but I just wanted them to know that I loved them with all my heart; that if there was anything they wanted to ask me, or talk about, I was always here for them; and that, just as there was nothing they could do, or say, or be that would stop me loving them, so I hoped they could find it in their hearts, in time, to accept me for who I was.
Today I was told that this had only upset them even more. I don't know if it did or not. Neither daughter has said or written a word to me.
So that's one more nail in the coffin of my family life - the family I so desperately wanted to create, nurture and protect, having had a lousy time in my own childhood. But I guess there's one upside. By creating a situation in which everyone is in agony, I feel like my wife is actually pushing me towards the thing that she dreads most. At some level she's trying to provoke a crisis - possibly because, 100% understandably, she just can't bear any more uncertainty.
In which case, the hell with it. I've spent years not transitioning because I didn't want to hurt my family. Turns out that was a waste of time. On Wednesday I'm seeing my therapist ... and I'm getting the girlie show on the road!